Silence. The heck is this place?
"Care to explain?"
"As you know, this is a competition so I can marry one of you."
"Go on."
"Every week, there will be a challenge to determine who will be eliminated."
"And if I..."
"You will become a servant of the island until you die.l
"What jobs will we have?"
"Well, since only one of the previous competitors died of cancer, one of you will be able to have the position as head maid."
"I'm excited to become a maid, then."
"Don't worry, you won't be."
For a second I wondered what the heck he was talking about, until I realized that he was saying that he wanted me as a wife. Boy, I barely know this guy and he's already proposing? To be fair, he chose me be- Wait. My fire. How I deal with people. How I defend my opinion. How long has he been watching me? And how old is this guy? If he's 25... No, no, no.
"Two other questions and I leave."
"Ask away."
"How long have you been watching me?"
His face froze. I got him there.
"Josh?"
"5 years."
Now my face froze. WHAT. THE. HECK.
"WHAT? 5 YEARS? YOU DISGUSTING... MAN!"
"I had to. My father..."
"Don't blame it on him. You know me since I'm FREAKING THIRTEEN!!! You saw me go through my extremely disgusting phase!"
"Yes, well, I had to know if you were really the one for me."
"Last question. How old are you?"
"18."
Crap. I can't call him an old psychopath.
"Um, ok, well. Goodbye."
"One second."
He gives me a key.
"Oh, for the cuffs? Thanks."
"No, you're still too violent."
"Let me guess, a key to my room?"
"Exactly. We're going to get out of this room, go back with the other girls and I'm going to lead you to your private bungalow. You will get dressed as fast as you can and meet me outside, okay?"
"Yep. I don't have a choice anyways."
"True."
We head into the waiting room, where I hear some girls mutter stuff.
"Oh my god, how long were we waiting?"
"I think they were hooking up or something."
"Isn't she the one with the rainbow tattoo?"
"Wait, the hot guy is about to talk!"
"Ooh, isn't he cute!"
"He could talk to me anytime..."
What airheads. Seriously.
"Hi girls, I'm Josh."
A collective "Ooooooooh" from the fourteen girls. Wow, I'm the only one who got to meet him? Hmph. I guess there are advantages to being the Wild Card.
"My father has given you all a key and you are going to see where they lead. You will enter your bungalows, get dressed and meet me outside with all the other girls."
Yawn. Yeah, I know that.
"This will be your first challenge. So dress appropriately for it. This will be physical."
Some girls start swooning. Ewwwwwww.
"Not that way, girls," adds Josh, visibly embarrassed.
He leads us to our houses, one at a time, and leaves me for last. Before leaving me alone, he whispers in my ear while putting his hands on my waist :
"This will be an obstacle course, darling. You need to win it to stay."
He softly kisses my cheek before leaving me there, stunned. I felt something odd when he laid his hands on me, something that I never experienced before with my two exes. It was like a nausea deep in my stomach, but it felt all tingly and... good. I wanted him to never do that again, but if he would, I would let him... AHHHHH!!! FREAKING JOSH MESSING WITH MY MIND!!! Ok, I'll think about it later. I unlock the bungalow and see... normal furniture. Everything is as it should be, not luxurious or disgusting, just right. I run around, find the kitchen, the living room and the bathroom, but not the main room. I turn my head slightly and see a turquoise door. Wow. I'm really stupid. I run to it, slam it open and go to the closet. Just a bunch of dresses, shorts, shirts and is that... a costume? Ironic. It's a Wonder Woman outfit. I'll investigate later. I whirl around and see a cute and sporty military-style outfit laid on the bed. I quickly put in on, tie up the running shoes and put my hair up into a high ponytail. Done. I rush out of the temporary house to go where everyone is glaring at me, well, except Josh. When I am close enough to hear him, he starts talking.
"Ladies, let the first challenge begin!"
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Wild Card
Teen FictionShe and fourteen other girls got kidnapped and brought to an isolated island to participate in winning the son of the kidnapper's hand. Claire Mitchell isn't hand-picked by the father, she was the one selected by the one to win. She is named as the...
