Gwen's POV

I shut my eyes as I flew through the air, hoping to land in the water or one of the bunk beds to break my fall. I glided through the air all the way down, then braced for an impact.

"Ouch!" I yelled. I landed on something soft for the most part, but may have also gotten a splinter or two. I breathed deeply and looked down on what I had landed on. "Oh my gosh! Owen, I'm so sorry!" I apologized, hopping off of his stomach. It appears he landed smack dab on the boathouse, destorying it. There were wooden planks and caved-in kayaks scattered about the area.

"Aw, it's alright, Gwen, I barely felt it-er-you. I barely felt you. The deer head's what got me." Owen said, lifting up a deer head that was formerly mounted on the wall inside of the building. He wasn't bleeding or anything, but there was a gross purple bruise forming around his hairline. I frowned sympathetically at him until the arrival of Heather, Courtney, Sierra, Cody, and Ezekiel. They were all head to toe covered in mud. I covered my mouth with my pale hand and giggled to myself. I couldn't help it, they just looked so ridiculous.

"That sucked." Heather said.

"Ugh, you're telling me! They'll be hearing from my lawyers. AGAIN!" Courtney yelled, trying to lob off the excess filth.

"Sick!" Duncan yelled upon crashing into the grass from a tree. He had just dodged Tyler, who flew out of the same tree seconds after Duncan. Of course he face-planted it.

"Nice." I complimented the klutzy jock.

"Oh my gosh, are you alright, T-T-Boyfriend?" Lindsay asked. She forgot his name again? What does it take with this chick?

"Yeah, now I'm cool." He said after Lindsay placed his head in her lap They smiled at each other for a moment. It was so cute, it almost made me want to "aw" like an idiot.

"Alright, now that you losers are all here," Chris began screaming into his bullhorn in the middle of the landing commotion, "We can star the introductions!" He said quickly.

"But don't we already know this place?" DJ asked skeptically, looking around the campsite that was so Deja Vu ridden.

"Oh yeah. Guess you do. But let me refresh." He said. We all groaned at the insinuation of another Chris lecture. "Okay, so here we are at Wawanakwa! Home of the bears, demolished boathouses, and insanely hot host." He stopped there and grinned widely for a moment.

"We know. Just give us our first challenge so I can win it already!" Heather demanded.

"Uh, hello, we need teams first, dude!" Geoff shot back.

"Oh, can I name the team again this time?" Sierra asked eagerly.

"No!" Everyone yelled at her in unison, Chef included.

"Alright, alright. Chill, sheesh. Since we didn't plan for this many people to be competing, Team Amazon will be a team along with LeShawna, Harold, and DJ. That leaves Bridgette, Geoff, Lindsay, and living Zeke for Team Chris." He ordered. No one objected.

"Alright, names? and no input, Sierra!" Courtney said.

"Hmph!" Yelled the short violet-haired girl. Her hair was still in her braid, except there were only two or three braids.

"Team Amazon/Victory, I christen you the Screaming Squids. Team I Am So Totally Smoking Hot/Victory, you guys are the Killer Cavemen." Needless to say, no one was impressed.

"Um, squids can't scream. I don't even think they have vocal cords." I spoke up.

"Yeah, and how can we be the Cavemen if we have three chicks on the team?" Geoff asked.

"Hey, I came up with those names on the spot, can I at least get a little appreciation? Ugh, ingrates!" He muttered.

"Screaming Squids works for me." Harold said with a raised index finger.

"Killer Cavemen isn't so bad, right guys?" Bridgette asked with a hopeful smile. No one on either team objected.

"Alright then. Housing!" He sang. Oh great, the cruddy cabins again. We walked over to the cabins, which hadn't changed one bit. Nothing had changed, actually, except for the boathouse.

"So which team gets which cabin?" Duncan asked.

"Eh, let's change it up. Girls in one, boys in the other. Your crap's all in there, so leave me alone until dinner." Chris said before jetting off in his golf cart. He was out of sight, so we all went into our respective cabins. I was kind f happy that I had the same cabin as first season, and even happier when I walked in. The middle wall that used to be there was gone, so the room felt less stuffy than it used to.

"Wow, who knew they could improve this place?" I asked, picking up my smaller piece of luggage.

"Good question, Pasty." Someone commented. I turned around and there Duncan was, leaning on the doorframe.

"Uh, this is the girl's cabin, you aren't allowed." I said.

"I'm not technically in the cabin." He replied, pointing to his feet, which weren't actually in the cabin. Ugh, curse that jerk. That stupid, hot jerk!

"What do you want, Duncan?" I asked, arms crossed.

"To know why you're so ticked at me." He said carelessly.

"I am not ticked." I denied.

"We both know that's a lie right there." He said as he pointed to me. I growled and grabbed his arms as I twirled him around to the outside. I sat on the wobbly railing and folded my arms once again. He leaned one of his arms on the railing nearby me.

"What is your deal?" I asked.

"I could ask you the same thing." He replied.

"Don't be a jerk." I commanded as I looked down at my floating combat boots.

"It's in my nature. Now, you going to tell me what's wrong? You haven't said a word to me since...Australia. Wow, I must've really messed up." He pondered.

"Oh trust me, you did. Seriously, Courtney? What happened to 'not being into her anymore'?" I growled.

"What, I'm not." He said confusedly. Then, a look of understanding came across his face, and he smacked his forehead.

"No, you've got this wrong. Al and I were trying to get rid of Courtney," He explained, then leaned into me, "And just between us, I was trying to get rid of Al." He whispered. Piecing it together in my head, it did kind of make sense. Him and Alejandro weren't really the best of friends, and it does sound like he and Duncan would try...but I was still not convinced. Okay, well, maybe I kind of was, but I wasn't ready to admit it just yet. It was a little fun watching him squirm.

"And I should believe you because..." I trailed off, waiting for a response, but I didn't get one, because instead Duncan kissed me...again. "Okay, you have got to stop doing that." I said when he pulled away from me.

"But it works." He said with a sly smile that was internally melting me. Then, he moved his mouth around and pondered something for a minute. "Hey, did you know your lipstick tastes like blue raspberry?" He asked.

"Shut up." I said, playfully smacking his arm.

"Alright losers!" Chris interrupted with his bullhorn again, "it's first challenge time!"