Away From Reality - Jack Maynard - IM A CELEBRITY - COMPLETE

Fear Factory

"Happy 23rd babe." I yawn, hugging Jack's chest and lacing my hands into the back of his messy, unbrushed hair, pecking his cheek.

"Happy 21st baby." He smiles down at me, placing another gentle kiss on my forehead while stroking the outside of my thigh. "Come on, we better get ready for the boys to arrive."

"Yeah, a bushtucker trial!" I mock sarcastically, not feeling any older than I am now. " What an amazing birthday gift that would be!"

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Holly P.O.V

"Good morning celebrities. Happy birthday Jack and Holly!" Ant celebrates with a grin. It seems like forever ago we came in, and the duo arriving camp every day filled everyone with anxiety. Now, it's like a routine, where we all hype ourselves up in excitement for facing the trial. "Today, we are here to tell you which celebrity will be facing the next bush-tucker trial, Fear Factory! In no particular order..."

"Iain, the public has decided, it's not you,

Holly, it's not you,

Jamie, it's not you,

Becky, it might be you,

Kez, it's not you,

Shappi, it's not you,

Jennie, it's not you,

Dennis, it's not you,

Amir, it's not you,

Jack, it might be you,

Which means that Vanessa, it isn't you."

"The celebrity that the public has voted to face the next bushtucker trial, Fear Factory, is... both of you. Jack and Becky, we'll see you in the clearing shortly."

"I don't feel great." Becky groans from beside me as I throw my arm over her shoulder and stroke her arm. "I've got such a headache."

"Will you be ok with the trial?" Jack asks, standing and walking over, looking down at his trial partner.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. We better go."

"Good luck you two," I wish to them both, firstly hugging Becky who seems incredibly light headed.

I lace my hands around the back of Jack, laying my head on his chest when he hugs my shoulders into his body, "keep her safe birthday boy."

"Don't worry trouble."

With a light peck on the lips that makes my heart flutter, Jack and Becky walk down the path and out of sight, ready to face the trial ahead of them.

"I'm taking a nap!" I chant, throwing my arm in the air. "It's too early to be up on my birthday."

Half an hour later...

"Everyone!" Shappi calls over the camp, waking everyone from their states of mind. Her voice disturbs my gaze from the morning sky, just thinking about my mum, dad and all of my subscribers back in Britain. "Becky has been ruled out of facing the trial today due to her medical state, therefore the celebrity with the third highest number of votes will face the trial with Jack. And that celebrity is... Holly!"

"Really?" I question, thinking for a split second that she's winding me up. Swinging myself out of my hammock, and getting into the game zone, I grab my water bottle and take a sip, carrying it to my side to the start of the path. "Jamie, Iain, walk me to the bridge?"

"On it!" Jamie calls, laughing and joining Iain and I. "It's a shame you have to do the trial, Holl."

"I know right! I thought I could get out of it for my birthday, but fate has just landed me back in it."

Reaching the rope bridge overhanging the canopy of the jungle outback, I scale across while hearing encouraging cheers from Iain echo off of the jungle walls. "Good luck!"

"Thanks!" I shout back, reaching the end of the bridge and giving a gentle wave, following the paved path through long grass to the clearing.

"Why hello birthday girl!" Dec cheers, landing eyes on me.

"Hi," I say in shock, spotting Jack stood with his goggles on. "I'm so confused. Why am I here?"

"Basically, Becky was ruled out from the trial by medic Bob, so you're next to do it."

"So happy birthday!" Ant jokes. "Do you want to hear what you're doing then?" With a nod from Jack and I, allowing him to go on, I watch Jack play with the plastic of his goggles whilst the trial is explained.

"So this is Fear Factory. In the factory are two turning tables, one is a cage that will spin on an axis, and another, a spinning circular plate on the floor. Holly, you will be in the cage and Jack, you will be on the floor. Dec and I will ask you 11 questions because there are 11 campmates, and for each, it is a multiple choice question - A or B. If you think it's A, you must find a large gold ball like so," Ant explains holding up a large golden plastic ball.

"If you think it's B, you must find the smaller silver ball. Holly, whichever answer you both decide on, you must pass the ball down the pipe to Jack. Jack, you must then throw the ball into the chute which will roll out here, and we will tell you if it is the correct answer. For every correct answer, there is a meal for camp, and it's 11 stars, so 11 minutes and 1 minute per question. Clear?"

"Clear."

"Let's get you set up."

With a ranger strapping me into a small cage that restricts me from all type of movement, I look over the floor to see Jack led down and strapped into a circular plate.

"Ok, so obviously you two won't be alone, so lets put the critters in. These, are green ants."

Suddenly, a nest of leaves is shoved into a hole at the bottom of my cage, and a burning, itching feeling invades like a stinging pain on my calves.

"Oh my god this hurts so freaking bad!" Jack groans, scratching at his arms. At that, the cage starts to spin, and the clackson rings, allowing Dec to ask the first question.

"Question 1. Arachnophobia is the fear of spiders, but in what year was the film Arachnophobia released. Was it A) 1980, or B) 1990?"

"That before our lifetime's lads!" I shout. "How are we supposed to know!"

"Sorry!" Dec laughs in apology.

"I think 1990," Jack predicts, so I don't give my input, but just slide a small silver ball down the slope to his rotating plate. "Come on Jack." He whispers to himself, waiting for the exact time and aiming for the chute, throwing it in first go.

"You both said 1990,"

"No Jack said it!" I confess in pain, wiping the green ants off of my skin that are burning every square inch. "They're down my bra!"

"Lucky gits!" Jack jokes, to which I mentally blush but in reality, I'm in too much pain to respond.

"You said B, and that is the correct answer!"