Devil's Love

X-Treme Torture: Part 2

*Last time on TDI*

"Listen to me, you marshmallow-eating goof, we will win that shower if it's the last thing we do. Got it?" Heather firmly says, and Owen starts choking on the marshmallow he ate. Harold quickly slaps Owen on the back as hard as he can, and the marshmallow flies out of the food lover's mouth and hits Heather in the back of her head, knocking her to the ground. Glancing over at Duncan from inside his plane, Chris clenched his hand in anger when he saw the delinquent look at Bree with sadness and guilt in his eyes.

Feeling someone staring at her, Bree looked around and saw Duncan looking at her. She angrily glared at him before she ignored his presence. Bree thought about forgiving him, but then she remembered how Duncan had accused and hurt her last night. The hand-shaped bruise on her wrist was proof of his actions. The bad boy needed to earn Bree's forgiveness, and not only did Duncan need to achieve it, but Bree knew that this would teach him an important lesson. "Okay, gang, chow for breakie, the report back in 20 minutes for the X-Treme Sports Challenge!" Chris said to the two teams as the propellers on the plane turned on and blew wind in everyone's face.

The plane soon took off, and the campers started coughing. After Chris left, everyone headed to the mess hall for breakfast. Owen ate several servings of slop while handing Chef his plates. He belched in the man's face, and a love note landed on the stack of plates that Chef was holding. Curiously picking it up, he reads the message out loud, "For the girl with smoldering eyes?" Then Chef tossed it on the table and went back to his kitchen. Bridgette picked up the note and read it."Check it out; it's a corny Haiku poem." Gwen said, and Bree walked over and read it with them. "Whoa. Some dude's crushing big time." Bridgette said, smiling. "More like their Twitterpated," Bree added.

"It's probably for you or Bree," Bridgette says. Bree and Gwen took the note and looked at it. "Really. I was going to say that it was for you." Gwen happily says. "Yeah, I'm with her on this one. The haiku was meant for you." Bree agreed. "But Trent is totally crunching on you. And Chris is head over heels for you." Bridgette told the two girls before continuing, "I've seen how he always has an extra muffin for you. And I've also seen how You Know Who lovingly stares at you, Bree." Looking at Bridgette, Gwen says, "Yeah, but Geoff is so into you. Remember at the dock yesterday? How he tried to get your attention?"

Bree, Bridgette, and Gwen all laughed when they remembered Geoff's hilarious attempt at getting Bridgette to notice him. "Then again, Geoff probably couldn't pronounce Haiku, let alone write one. And I doubt that Chris could write one either." Gwen said tactlessly, and Bridgette and Bree glared at her."What's that supposed to mean?" The two angry girls said in unison. Seeing the anger on their faces, Gwen says, "Nothing. They're just not exactly the scholarly type." All hell soon broke loose. "I suppose Trent is busy boning up on his Nietzsche in his spare time?" Bridgette snatched the poem from Gwen."He probably can't even write a poem to save his life." Bree added and glared at Gwen. "I think Trent is more Nietzsche than Geoff and Chris are Haiku-ie," Gwen says, snatching back the poem.

"Haiku-ie? Humph. Well, at least Geoff isn't a poser." Bridgette pointed out. "And Chris is more intelligent than you and everyone else thinks. Trent probably doesn't even write his own songs." Bree said as anger flashed in her eyes. They all grab the poem, and it soon rips into thirds. "Tell you what, Betty, I'll bet you two nights' dessert that the poem was meant for me." Gwen glared at Bridgette, who was glaring back at the goth girl. "Oh, I'm up for that. Down with that. Whatever. You're on." Bridgette said back."Oh, I'm not going to miss out on this bet." Bree said with a grin.

After breakfast, everyone went outside and waited for Chris. When he landed his plane again, the host said to both teams, "Now, remember, ground teams can wheelie the sofa beds wherever they want to help their comrade with the landing." Bree noticed Heather drawing a body outline with chalk. "Sayonara, Trent." She tells him, "I hope your attempts to impress weird goth girl are worth the chalk outline." Gwen and Trent look over at Heather's outline of the musician. "Uh, did you ever think that maybe Trent's doing this as a form of self-expression like Haiku? Or--Not." Gwen lamely says. Bridgette shook her head while Bree quietly laughed until she noticed Duncan looking at her again. Bree turns her head to look at the others and ignores him.