Total Drama Reunion

Soccetball

A/n- I think this is the longest I've gone without updating this book, lol. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and thank you for staying patient while this was on hold❤️

Cameras are on

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"Is everyone ready to play their all-time favorite sport?" Chris smiled at the campers sitting around a burnt-out fire.

"Oh, I doubt you know what my favorite sport is," Duncan smirked. Courtney smacked him upside the head.

"Well, honestly, I don't care what it is, because you're playing anyways. This is a sport that Chef and I came up with. It's a mix of soccer and basketball. It's called...soccetball."

"Wow, so original," Said Noah.

The host continued, choosing to ignore his sarcastic remark. "Chef, here, will demonstrate." A loud groan was heard and out came Chef, wearing a red jersey and basketball shorts that looked more like a speedo. There were a few snickers from the players as they watched him walk in front of them. He held up a soccer ball in one hand and a basketball in the other.

"Since there are six different teams, you will play three-on-three until there are only two teams left in the game. One team will start out with the soccer ball, and one will start with the basketball. The team with the soccer ball will only be allowed to move their ball with their feet, and the team with the basketball will only be allowed to use hands. If one team's ball is stolen by the other team, the team with both balls must try and make it into both goals. Otherwise, whoever makes the ball into their basket or goal is the team that wins the round."

"I think this is the stupidest idea yet," commented Scott, his arms crossed.

"I know," Chef agreed, rolling his eyes. "It was Chris's idea anyways."

"Hey!"

"What? It's true! And you tried to give me some of the credit?!" He huffed, ripping the jersey off of his chest and walked away, mumbling something about how he 'doesn't get paid enough to do this.'

"Anyways," Chris bounced back to his usual demeanor. "I think Chef explained the rules perfectly."

"He didn't even demonstrate," Harold pointed out.

"Maybe not the game itself, but he did demonstrate the outfits you all will be wearing..."

"Ugh..." a collective groan came from the campers.

"Team one will be teams 1, 2, and 3, and team two will be 4, 5, and 6. Now get moving, people! We don't have all day!"

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"I'm not playing this," was the first thing Heather said when their team received their jerseys.

"Me neither," Zoey joined.

"And...why is that?" José raised an eyebrow.

"Because we're pregnant, doofus!" The Asian snapped. "Would you want to be playing a physical sport with a freaking baby in your stomach?!"

Silence.

"I didn't think so. Come on, Zoey. We can just sit and eat ice cream."

"But it'll only be Trent and I," the Spaniard argued, his patience slowly slipping.

"No," she gritted her teeth. "You have all of team 1 and 3!!"

"But we still have two less people than the team we're up against!"

"Aren't you and Alejandro supposed to be professional soccer players or something?" Zoey asked.

"No, but our brother Carlos was."