Devil's Love

Basic Straining: Part 2

*Sorry I haven't updated this story in such a freakin' long time. I've been dealing with a lot of stress lately. Both of my grandparents are in the hospital again because they keep falling, and college homework's a bitch. Anyway, I'm sorry for ranting*

*Last time on TDI*

"Guys, I can't do this anymore. I have no more feeling in my arms." Lindsay whined as she tiredly walked to the bell. "Looks like we got ourselves a quitter." Chef sounded so excited. "Don't do it, Lindsay," Owen shouts, but she approaches the bell and hits it with her head. The Gophers instantly drop their canoe on top of themselves. "Listen here, you have nothing to be ashamed of except being a baby and letting your team down!" Chef yells in Lindsay's face.

"As for the rest of you, head to the mess hall. Dinner is served." Chef said in a commanding voice, and everyone hauled ass. Owen was kneeling, saying, "Sweet Maurice, thank you." By the time everyone got to the dining hall, they had sat down or stood up. "Alright, maggots open your ears. You've got 10 minutes to eat before night training begins, so get to it." Chef said, standing next to 3 trash cans while Chris stood beside the sizeable, intimidating man. Everyone started to complain about his cruel treatment. "Um, excuse me, Master Chief. Where's the food?" Gwen asked while Bree instantly knew what they would be forced to eat. "You're looking at it. Heh heh heh." Chef motions to the metal trash cans while chuckling.

Taking the lid from the trash, Owen looked inside and said, "This is the leftover garbage from this morning's breakfast." Bree stared at the trash and thought, 'There's no way in hell that I'm eating garbage.' She went over to a table and sat down. "Darn right. When you're at war, you take what you can get." Chef told Owen, who was rummaging through the trash until he found something that looked good to him. Throwing the moldy old lettuce attached to a fishbone into his mouth, he swallowed it without chewing. Bree almost threw up when she saw him eat garbage without a care in the world. "Well, I can see you've got this under control. I'm off to craft services. Coming?" Chris said to Chef, and Bree pouted.

"Serve me up some of that," Chef said happily while following Chris. Meanwhile, the rest of the campers all complained about dinner or lack of."Oh, I am not eating this." Heather stated as Gwen pulled banana peel out of the trash. She tosses her food tray, and Courtney drops hers, saying, "Uhh. Me, neither." As the two girls complained, Bree ate a protein bar and beef jerky from her bag without everyone noticing. "Don't care for today's specials, Princess?" Duncan walks by the snobby girl, slowly carrying a pink glass of orange juice. "I am going to be running for office one day, and no one is going to pull up
a file of me eating garbage," Courtney said to him.

"I'd never vote for her," Bree muttered while eating her jerky. Walking up to Harold, Duncan only says, "Hey, Harold, we felt really bad about the whole underwear-fishing- incident thing, so here, we found you some apple juice." The bad boy handed him the glass, which he took a drink and quickly spat out, "That's not juice." Bree felt terrible for Harold. She didn't like it when her best friend picked on people. Duncan smiled and said, "Oh. Oh, my mistake, dude. Uh, we-we must have confused it with the kitchen grease." Geoff snickers until Bree gives him a look of disappointment.

"You guys are so immature. I hope you're proud of yourselves." Courtney scolds them. Being used to seeing Duncan's antics, Bree decides to stay out of their little lover's spat. "Ok, look, I know you like me. He knows you like me. Everyone knows it. So here's a tip--if you want to kiss me, I might let you." Duncan cockily says, and Bree rolled her eyes. She may not like Courtney, but for Duncan's sake, she would put up with her if they started dating. However, Bree hoped that they would never get together. "And to think I thought you were nice." Courtney narrowed her eyes at Duncan. "Shh. Me? Nice? Ha Ha. Yeah, Right." The bad boy said, hoping the rest of the campers wouldn't believe her.