Fanfiction: Season 1

6: Inside Hell's Kitchen

This is essentially the house they will be staying in for the show.

CATALINA POV

We were all lead to a huge room with four different kitchens connected. Each kitchen  had a sign with our teams on them.

I can’t believe that b*tch supports Trump’s wall. She’s crazy.  What’s even worse is that she is in my group. Thankfully Ethan is in our group so she won’t bother me.

I have a feeling we are going to lose.

“Do you think you can do some work, Marissa? It would help the rest of us out a lot,” I told her. She was standing around making goo goo eyes at Ethan. Poor guy. He clearly isn’t interested in her. That girl has some serious issues.

“I would do something but nobody is telling me what I have to do,” She commented. I swear to God this b*tch is going to die if she doesn’t drop that act.

“Can you gather the ingredients I wrote down on the list?” Cameron asked, playing into her game.

“Sure,” She said, irritated at the fact that she actually had to do something.

“Somebody mark this down on the calendar! Marissa is actually doing something for herself!” I yelled out loud.

And Luna being a smartass went over to a calendar hanging on the wall and wrote it down, causing us all to laugh. Well, everyone but Marissa.

“Screw you. Screw you all. When this is all over I’m going to make sure you are all deported to whatever country you came from,” Marissa said, offended.

“I live in this country so… maybe you should keep your fat mouth shut and work,” Neveah told her.

I like this girl. Maybe we could become friends.

“Here’s your ingredients. Now what do you want me to do?”

“Can you handle actually preparing the vegetables for this dish? I’m going to be making the chicken, Ethan is making the rolls, Cameron is making the dessert, Maybe you can cut the vegetables for the side dish.”

“Fine.”

We silently worked and for the most part got along.

“Are you serious?” I heard Alya ask from across the kitchens.

“That was the dough!” Grayson chided.

“Be quiet!” Neveah hissed back. “No one will know.”

“Brownies are done, let's do the fries.” Shawn said.

“Shh!”

After that it was silent. The remaining time seemed to go by so slow.

“30 seconds left. Get your dishes on the plates,” Martin warned us. We all scrambled to get the remaining food on our plates before time ran out. As soon as we put the cover over the plate the timer buzzed.

“Time’s up!” Martin yelled. “Step away from the food.”

I had no idea this was going to be that hardcore. I honestly just wanna go to bed.

Everyone finished their meals. Just then we heard a big metal clang.

“F*ck! I dropped it!” Neveah yelled out. That can’t be good. I watched as they scooped it up and put it back on the plate to try and make it look presentable.

They messed up bad. They might lose this thing.

I hope they don’t, they worked too hard to end up losing because of something like that. If anything Blair’s team should lose. They just made sandwiches and grabbed a carton of ice cream and called it good.

ETHAN’S POV

Neveah dropped her teams meal. They are going to lose.

I stuck my tongue out at my brother. I was gonna beat him.

“Okay. First up we have Team A. Please present your dish.” Martin said.

Team A walked up with their dish and set it down on the table. Luna removed the cover and told them what they made, treating it like this was some cutthroat tv show.

“We made a homemade chicken pot pie and a mexican cheesecake. We hope you like it,” Luna said.

The judges took a bite of the pie and I could see their minds being blown.

“Damn! That’s a good pot pie.” one of the cameramen said.

“This is delicious.” Martin said, amazed.

They then took a bite of the cheesecake. The director lost his mind. He didn’t know what to say.

“That was a really good meal. Thank you. Next up we have Team B.” Martin waved the next group over.

That’s us. I carried the meal over and gently set it down on the table and removed the cover. Catalina told them what we made.

“We made a chicken dinner with dinner rolls, potatoes, mixed vegetables, and chocolate chip cookies for dessert. Please enjoy.”

They tried the chicken dinner and they really liked it.

“How is it that someone who has never cooked for themselves before is able to make an entire meal like this?” Martin asked, amazed.

“We all had some experience cooking, except for Marissa.” Cameron explained.

“Well this is very good. Let’s try the cookies.”

They each tried one and I could see their faces just light up.

“These are perfect. Thank you for sharing your meal. Next up is Team C.” Martin called out.

Oh no. They dropped their food. They don’t have a chance.

Alya brought the plate up and set it down on the table. She took the cover off and Shawn told them what they made.

“We made a stuffed crust pizza with french fries and brownies for dessert. Enjoy,”

They only looked and one of the camera men had a disgusted look on his face.

“There’s a hair in my food!” He yelled out.

“That’s an immediate loss. Team D present your dish,” Martin yelled out.

“I’m sorry,” I told Team C.

“It’s fine,” Alya said trying to be a good sport, but the look on her face said otherwise.

Team D presented their dish and surprisingly didn’t get yelled at.

“Team C, since you lost you have to clean all four kitchenettes. I have your names posted on the bedroom door of the room you will be staying in. Your stuff is already there. Goodnight everyone. I’ll see you all in the morning,” Martin told us before leaving us. The rest of us stayed down to finish eating and those of us who didn’t have to clean the kitchens went up to our assigned rooms.

I looked over at my twin who was glaring at me. I smiled back at him.

It feels good to win for once.