I am free.
Nobody to tie me down, tell me what to do, or expect perfection.
I am free.
Escape has never felt so blissful.
I am free.
Love has never been this harm.
I am free.
And Its killing me.
*****
We meet once again at the Ampitheatre to start our next challenge.
Chris is dressed up as a pirate, with a small stuffed parrot at his shoulder.
We are having a treasure hunt, and we have to get the keys to open the chests. Whatever we get in the chests, we get to keep.
We pull cards out of a bucket, and I get one with a picture of lips.
"Huh?"
Chris laughs. "Oh, you'll LOVE that one."
Why me?
Geoff's is the most disgusting. His is in a septic tank.
Duncan's is in a ring of fire. Like I care.
We all set off to find our key's, and I'm scratching my head, clueless to what I could find.
I ask Lindsay, who seems to know all about makeup. "I have makeup in my cabin!" she laughs, shaking her head.
Is there anything in that thick skull of hers?
But, its not a bad idea, so I check there.
I walk in, then my mouth drops open. My cheeks flush deep red.
Standing in the center of the room, is a bodybuilder. Shirtless.
I try not to take in his tanned skin, or his abs, or his minty scent.
Or the way his hair flows messily.
I then roll my eyes. "You're not my type." I say aloud.
He walks out disappointed.
"How about me?" Duncan's voice asks. He walks in, twirling a key on his finger. MY key.
"Not anymore."
"Why not?"
"Duh. You went behind my back for Courtney."
"And you went behind my back with Harold."
"I didn't plan it! He had already done it, but he just told me about it afterward!"
"But it happened," he dismissed stubbornly.
"I'm not gonna argue this with you. So, you have my key then?"
"Yep." He twirled the one on his finger again for emphasis.
"Did Chris set you up for this?"
"Yep."
"So how do I get it?"
"Kiss me."
I recoiled. "No way. You're lying."
"Why the hell do you think there's lips on your card?"
"Lipstick?"
"Nope. And there are cameras watching us to make sure it happens, so make it good."
"You had your chance, but you blew it. I'm not kissing you."
"I told Chris this would happen." he sighed, walking over to me.
"What are you doing?" I snapped as he wrestled my arms to my sides.
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