𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜

newf kids on the rock (33)

I sit between Noah and Owen in loser class as we sit across from DJ. I was extremely tired from yesterday, so as soon as we got on the plane from Paris, I went right to sleep.

"What do I say to him? I've always been the alliancee , not the alliancer."

"It's like asking a girl out." Noah tells Owen. Tyler raises his eyebrow at him, before deciding against speaking out against the bookworm. "Only she's a guy."

"Oh..uh hey DJ. Hey uh, wanna go out for hot dogs with my buddy Noah? He says your legs are nice." He says before whistling seductively at DJ.

"Yeah because that's exactly what I told him to say..."

"Maybe be more specific." I say while laughing.

"One cannot blunder into an alliance friends-"

"Why couldn't you lose so Lindsey could still be here?" Tyler says getting out of his seat, looking as if he was ready to bite DJ's head off.

"Tyler..be nice." I say to the jock. "I miss Lindsey too, but getting mad at DJ won't bring her back."

"Thanks Y/n." DJ says with a  gracious smile before looking back to Tyler. "Listen I'm sorry I tried okay? But you only have to put up with me for one more day."

"Going somewhere DJ?" Alejandro questions.

"I'm losing the next challenge."

"What?!" I say standing to my feet. "DJ, you can't be serious?"

"Nope, Y/n don't even try to convince me girl. I'm good as gone next episode."

"What?!" Suddenly one of the luggage storage containers opens from above and out comes Heather, who falls from there and onto me, making us both collide with the floor.

"Ow!" We say at the same time. She drops her notepad and pencil. I go to reach for it but she snatches it away in a hurry.

"Ugh get off of me!" I snap at her before pushing her off of me and to the side. She glares at me before going through her notes.

"What do we have here?" Alejandro says with a smirk on his face. Noah gets up from his seat and extends a hand towards me, pulling me up. I shoot him a smile before settling back into my seat beside him.

Heather, still on the ground, sniffs Owen's shoes and makes a displeased face. "Ewwwww."

"Doing a little spying are we?" Alejandro continues, as he and Noah smirk at Heather's antics.

"Uh- I-I just-"

"Y-you just what?" I say raising my eyebrow at her.

"I dropped my pen! See? No scheming. Just scribbling. Owen, I am issuing you a ticket for fashion crimes." She says handing Owen a sheet of paper. " Your socks reek."

"Oh am I wearing socks? I can't even see my feet!" He says kicking his feet back and forth.

***confessionals***

DJ: "As the only one left on team Victory, I'm having a hard time seeing how I could possibly win this thing. Plus I have a bit of a cold." He says before coughing. " And let's face it, I've never had a killer instinct. Unless it's an animal it turns out."

Heather suddenly breaks in through the air vent, scaring DJ as he jumps from the toilet seat.

Heather: "DJ! Make an alliance with my team and we'll help you win!"

DJ: "Whoa what are you do- hey. It's a good thing I wasn't doing my business in here."

Heather: "I did have to wait a while for you to show up..Not like anyone cares, but Noah talks about Y/n a lot in his confessionals and Izzy likes to sing pop goes the weasel when she...eughhh."