Duncan x Reader

The Not So Great Outdoors (Pt. 2)

(The picture is your bathing suit! Again, you can change it if you don't like it!)

"Okay, today's challenge is three-fold. Your first task is to jump off this one thousand foot high cliff, into the lake."

"Piece of cake." Bridgette quiped.

"If you look down, you will see two target areas. The larger area represents the part of the lake stocked with psychotic, man eating sharks. Inside that area is a safe zone. That's your target area, which, we're pretty sure is shark free. For each one of your team members that jumps and actually, survives, there will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the next part of the challenge: building a hot tub. The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub party tonight. The losers will be sending someone home. Let's see...Killer Bass, you're up first!"

Of course we are. Peering over the edge with Bridge, I took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be pretty.

"Oh, wow. So..who wants to go first?" She questioned as we looked back at the group, everyone pretending to be distracted. I gulped before sighing and turning towards them.

"Dare me."

Everyone gave me a quizzical look as I swiftly explained.

"Just, dare me to jump off the cliff."

Duncan smirked before walking up.

"You probably won't do it anyways princess."

"Try me."

"Ooh I like 'em feisty. Alright then, I dare you to jump." His eyes dragged up and down my figure before meeting my own and sending me a grin.

Oh, he's going down. Smirking, I backed away from the edge slightly so I could give myself a running start.

"You're on!"

With that, I took off sprinting before leaping off the edge. The adrenaline pumped through my body with such intense fervor that invigorated my senses. As I continued to plummet towards the small center, I pulled my legs up to my chest and let out a glee filled laugh before plunging under the blue waters. Popping back up to the surface, I waved towards my cheering team mates.

"Alright, that's one point for the Killer Bass!"

Before I knew it, people were jumping left and right as I pulled myself onto the shore and watched the rest of my team. In the end, we had ten jumpers and two chickens. And finally, we were down to the last camper, Owen. This isn't gonna be pretty. Everyone watched as he jumped, creating a huge wipeout when he landed.

"Damn, they beat us." I muttered.

"What's the matter dollface?"

"O-oh, nothing." I stuttered before beginning to push my own crate.

"C'mon, spill." He pushed for more info while pushing his own crate.

"Well, there's no way we're going to win this. They have a major advantage over us."

He shrugged as we continued on. "It's just a stupid challenge. Losing one won't matter."

"Yeah I guess you're right."

After several distractions and constant pushing, we finally made our way back to the campgrounds. The other team had already opened their crates and began building. Geoff gave us a quick pep talk and Courtney elected herself to lead the project. Without any opposition, we got to building.

We had just put the finishing touches, aka duct tape, on our hot tub as Chris strolled up.

"Alright campers! Times up! Let's see who has the best hot tub!" Inspecting the Screaming Gophers job first, he gave them a large grin.