Is this all a game? (Aleheather)

Fears?

WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE IF UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SKIP.

Third Person POV:

As the episodes go on, more and more teams are sent home leaving only half of the contestants on the island.

The newest couple has just arrived back on the grounds, a glow emitting off of them as they step into the mansion hand in hand.

"Look at you guys! What happened on your little 'vacation'?" Bridgette walks up from the lounge, having a satisfied grin on her face.

"None of your business blondie." Heather retorts as she plops down on the couch.

"Oh please, they obviously did it." Gwen walks in crossing her arms.

The Asian's face turns bright red. "What? No! W-why would you even think that?"

The two girls give her a look before turning their attention to Alejandro, demanding an answer from him.

"As much as I would have enjoyed her, we did not do it." He says while shaking his head in disappointment.

"See?" "Alright fine, but something did happen and you are so going to tell us!" Bridgette says while dragging her to the others.

"I don't have to tell you anything!" Heather tries to pull away, but the Blonde wasn't allowing it.

She turns around and looks at her Spaniard with pleading eyes.

"Good luck amor, I'll be praying for you." Alejandro waves to his lady as the girls rush her away.

The Asian gave him the finger before disappearing into the next room.

A bottle appears in front of him as Geoff finally emerges from who knows where.

"They aren't going to torture her, right?" He asks as he grabs the bottle.

"Nah, I think it's just going to be some girl talk or something." Geoff says as he takes a seat on the couch.

"I'm assuming you finally asked her to be your girlfriend?" The Spaniard gave the beach boy a slight nod as he sat next to him.

"It was going to happen whether it was the right time or not. I'm just glad she actually agreed." The beer was cool as it slid down his dry throat.

Alejandro prepared most of his time on the island for that exact moment to occur.

He knew he would be able to win her over, he just didn't expect it to take this long.

"Dude, I think you're the only man on this world who can tolerate her." "Which is exactly why I tried so hard to make her mine."

"Mhmm" Geoff takes a sip of his drink as he observes the Spaniard.

Before there were any more small talk, everyone was moved into the main room they were in.

Heather, face as a red as it has ever been, sits down next to him. "Way to let me get eaten alive."

Alejandro gently puts the drink on the table as he wraps his arm around her.

"I'm sorry I thought you would be able to handle it." He gives her an amused look.

She finally glances at him and gives a cold scary glare.

"Attention campers! Your bedrooms and other accommodations are under intense cleaning. The lawyers are suspicious we don't keep any of our stuff sanitary."

Chris walks in with cleaning supplies in hand.

"Why didn't you let us know earlier. All of our stuff is in our rooms McLean!" Duncan seethes through his teeth, trying to control his anger.