The Candydates

13. THE WARM UP

After reading Nichole's repeated text messages consisting of;

'Omg why aren't you and Adam back?', 

'Do you think he likes me?',

 'Ahg I'm nervous.',

'I really like him.'

'Give me some tips on how to charm him.' 

 I was shocked at the never seen before insecurities of Nichole and like any smart person, I used them to our advantage. 

A simple text back of 'Omg Nichole so you need tips huh? Well as much as I know him, he despises self absorbed girls. He likes the go with the flow kind.' did the job.

After a long discussion, Adam and I came to the conclusion that it will be his duty to keep Nichole from going crazy and being the cause of our defeat. Plus it would be oh so fun to watch Adam tolerating Nichole's flirting.

We are currently standing on the assembly point; the middle of the football field. The sky is clear, it's moderately cold and the winds are just right. But the day is not the only thing that is pleasant. 

From the time Adam and I are back, Nichole has not said 1 annoying thing. Not 1. She has just been standing next to Adam and sharing the contents of her fanny pack with literally everybody. 

Trust me when I say this, that is rarer than sighting somebody not hating on pineapple on pizza eaters. Sure, she is doing all this to impress Adam but at least we are somewhere right? Always the one to see the half glass full.

I see Adam faking impressiveness as Nichole 'subtly' hands over her protein shake to Sarah. 

I shake my head and look around. There are a total of 4 teams and 2 will be eliminated. That means 8 freaking people will be out. 

Okay so now will be the good time to scan our opponents. I look towards the left and there is a killer team. My god I-

"Why does your face look like you just had a candy-shake with oberjin?" Adam is now standing next to me, looking ahead with his hands in his pocket. 

I process what he is saying and my face scrunches up in disgust. Ew. I smack him on his arm. He throws his head back and I am greeted with a throaty laugh. 

"Now is not the time to laugh you kettle head. We need to plan on how we can take down our competitors." I say rubbing my hands together and making my smart face. I love making my smart face. It's a mixture of furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. 

"Firstly. It's called strategizing and secondly why does your face look like you are trying to figure out who put the oberjin in your drink?"

"Firstly . It can be called a plan and secondly if you mention oberjin in my favourite drink once again, I will murder."

"No Candy, in business management planning is-"

"As a shirttale I would like to bring out that a rowback is out of your capacity." I cut him off by framing my sentence with a few terms of journalism. 

He opens his mouth and stares at me as I raise an eyebrow with a victory smile.

"Ya so lets focus on taking down the competitors." He coughs and I laugh. 

"Okay so Team 1 is crazy good. Just see." I feel a lil nervousness seep in. 

"What?" He huffs as if I am crazy.

"What What? Look at that guy working out. He is so healthy and this round will obviously require us to run and stuff." I reason out. 

"Steroids" Adam says in a high pitched voice and I fight a smile. This guy is crazy.