Free Falling Jo x Brick Total Drama

"Outta my way Idiots! " I nearly yelled, pushing my two older twin brothers out of my way. "Everyone knows, ladies first!" I beamed proudly at the fact that I was the one first to the bathroom.

"Then why are you first, Jo?" Jacob laughed, nudging Josh in the arm with his elbow. I scowled at him, as his smile quickly faded.

Although my brothers were older, they knew I could rip their arms off if I wanted to. Which I would have done at times, but I hated hearing the results of my actions from my dad. He always favored them, all though I know he had a sweet spot for me. He doesn't make me wear dresses or skirts to special events like my mom did, or make me wear perfume or makeup.

I slammed the door behind me, heading to the shower. As I got undressed, and stepped in, I couldn't help but think of my loss on Total Drama. Yes, the loss has been bothering me ever since they flung me to that 'PlayaDeLosers' resort, which is now filled with toxic waste, like everything else.

I could never settle for second best. Let alone, fourth! It was not me. I am first place. Always. If I could only focus more! That was my downfall... Focus. Focus, focus, focus.

In fact I was focusing so hard, I didn't realize I had soap in my eyes. "AHHHH!" I yelled, scooping the lavender bubbles out. Once I could finally open them, I washed out the soap away, and stepped out, immediately covering myself in a red towel.

As soon as my eyes fell on the mirror, I turned my back to it. I hated looking at myself in the mirror. Yes, I was self confident, but not looks wise. I knew I was no beauty queen, not that I wanted to be...Okay, I wanted to be.. But every time I tried all that makeup or hair product things, I looked ridiculous. At least I thought I did, so eventually I stopped trying.

"Josephine!" I heard my father yell from downstairs.

"What?!"

"Come here!"

"Hold on!" Yes, this is how most of our 'family' conversations are. I dressed in world recorded status, and shot down the stairs. "Yes?" I asked as I hit the balcony.

"Come here, sit down next to me.." my father said, patting a spot down next to him on our couch.

I sat, propping my feet up at the coffee table that we never use for coffee, but feet instead.

" I wanted to talk to you.. A friend of yours called, well two in fact." He corrected.

A friend? I didn't have friends. Most girls hated me, because I wasn't all girly like them, and guys never liked me because I was faster and stronger than them. So who could it have been?

" I think one of them was named Cam-?"

"Cameron?!" I said a little too quickly. The fact was, if it was Cameron, it shocked me that he actually called my house.

"Yea! That was it!"

"And the other?"

My father thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. I slumped back in my seat. "Well, anyways, I guess you'll know when they come over."

My eyes turned in to saucers. "COME OVER?" I repeated, sitting back up.

"Yep, for the night. So, get your room set up for three." He said, patting my shoulder. Dad got up, shaking the three year old couch in the process, and left for the kitchen.

I sat there, in deep thought. Who could the other one be. Zoey was never really too fond of me, and neither was Mike. Anne Maria was just... Well... Anne Maria... Lightning thought I was a guy, so he might be stupid enough to call me. That's who I figured it was. But why did string bean call me? I mean, I bossed him around all season. I called him various nicknames, literally threw him into competitions, and constantly told him he would never win. He should hate me. Like everyone else. Or maybe he does, and this 'coming over' thing was just his ways of revenge. But if anyone should get revenge, it should be me.. I mean, he took my place in the finale. Yes Lightning did steal the money, but I could have beaten him if I was in final two.