The Heart of the Jungle - James McVey - I'm A Celebrity 2018 Fanfic

Rancid Race & Poolside Makeout

"Is Fleur alright?" John asks me in a low tone of voice.

I nod to assure him, even though it's obvious that she's been crying her eyes out.

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Emma P.O.V

"Welcome Celebrities!" Holly sings a jingle when we all walk into the clearing.

Laid out in the open space is the same race track that Nick, Harry and I saw yesterday. However, now there are four podiums (in our team colours) and all of the mini-stations have been taken away. "Welcome, to 'Rancid Race'."

"Now in this challenge, you will race to finish a jungle drink. Four identical drinks will be presented, and you must pick one member of your team to drink the drink. This is a team challenge, so you must all drink at least one glass, and then after that, it's up to you. Each winner gets one point for their team, and there aren't points for any other place you finish."

James' hand is by his side, and I take my opportunity to hold it.

The truth is, I'm blinking scared. The thought of drinking anything bug related is my worst nightmare.

"The winners of this challenge will be immune from the vote and will eat tonight. The losers will definitely be put up for the first public vote off. Second and third, your fate will be revealed later on."

The challenge begins, and four rangers bring out four drinks. The first one is white, pink and gunky. "This ... is a pig eye-sotonic drink." Holly cringes. "Blended pig eyes."

"Please pick a team member to drink."

James offers immediately like the little star he is. However, Malique steps up from the Galah's, and Fleur jumps in.

"Please let me do it." She begs me. "I have to beat Mal."

Fleur steps up to the drink, adjacent to Mal who seems determined to win. Up against them also are John and Emily.

"Go!"

They all rush forward, and Fleur picks up the drink, throwing it down her throat.

"Wow," James says under his breath. "Go on Fleur!"

"You're killing it!" I shout, and as I do, she slams her pint on the table way before anyone else even has a chance.

"That's a point to the Roos!" Dec announces, increasing our score on the scoreboard.

The next drink is blended snails, and James steps up, but is unfortunately beaten by Nick - he's a machine.

"The next drink ... this is blended fermented seaweed."

The drink looks a lot like Coca-Cola, but the smell is like rancid rotten sewage.

Fleur and James have both been up, so I'm next.

I step into box number two, with Anne on my right, Sair on my left, and Noel up for the Underdogs. "You can go on the klaxon."

I don't know what's going to be worse. The anxiety or the taste.

The dreaded klaxon sounds and I sprint forward, first to reach the glass.

I try my hardest to ignore the smell, taste and texture, and I tip half the glass down my gullet.

I then pull away from the glass and put it back to my mouth. The taste is rancid, sour and groggy, a lot like you'd think fermented seaweed would taste like.

I'm second to slam the pint glass down, and I feel the liquid regurgitate in my stomach, threatening to come back up. "Well done Noel. That's a point for the Underdogs."