"Ugh! What is up with you?!" Heather snarled, annoyed that Justin was screaming at her for the third time that night.
"What is up with you? Why do you think Alejandro's so much better for you all of a sudden?" The male model yelled back.
"We're just friends!"
"That's what Duncan and Gwen said, and look at them now-OW!"
Justin held on to his cheek, angered. "What the hell, Heather?!"
"Don't you DARE involve her and her punk boyfriend in this. I'm not a harpy, unlike her."
Replied the Asian, annoyed. "If you're going to be a freakin' baby, then I'll waste my time with someone else!"
"Chica, are you okay?" Alejandro asked.
"I'm fine..Justin's such an ass...sometimes I don't know why I put up with him.." Heather replied. She teared up a little, turning away. "Maybe it's my fault...I'm such a bitch all the time, he's probably gotten sick of me.."
"You're not a bitch, Heath, he just doesn't know perfection when he sees it."
You really are perfect, Heather..if only you knew how I felt about you..you're much better off with me..
Justin rushed in, preparing to grab Heather, but Alejandro blocked him. "We were having a conversation."
"Who do you think you are? I'm her BOYFRIEND. Besides, you're just going to get her eliminated like the rest of those whores, so why do you even bother?"
"Because Heather is special!"
"Special, huh? Special like, you love her??"
Justin began to tease Alejandro, talking in a slow, babyish voice. "Aww, does Alejandrwo weally weally like Heather? Do you..wanna wike, mawwy hewr? Ha!"
Alejandro blushed. "You are so immature!"
"But it's true, isn't it? Save yourself a broken heart, Al."
The model gave one last teasing smirk, before taking Heather by the hand and walking out the door.
Sighing, the arch villain pressed his ear to the door, worried for Heather.
"You fucking whore!" Justin's voice yelled from outside. All the activity came to a stop as everyone's eyes were on him and Heather.
"I'm not an-ugh!" The queen bee fell on the floor from the force of Justin's slap.
"I can't believe I ever trusted you! You stupid slut! Fucking ho!"
"I'M NOT A HO OR WHAT EVER YOU'RE CALLING ME!"
"You like Alejandro, don't you?! You always have! I can't believe you've been lying to me!"
"You're jumping to conclusions, Justin! I never said I liked him!"
He scowled at her, picking her up. "If I can't trust you, you can't be alive," Were his last words before throwing Heather into the water.
It was a few minutes later. Justin was gone, and everyone was surrounding the unconcious Heather. Someone had come at the nick of time and pulled her out of the water.
Alejandro...? Heather thought, her train of thoughts undamaged by her nearly drowning.
"I can't believe you'd do this TO YOUR OWN GIRLFRIEND! You nearly killed her! You're so damn careless!!" It was Alejandro, yelling at Justin.
"Just..keep your whore. I don't care." Justin replied, walking away.
"She isn't a whore!" The Latin called back to him. He looked down at Heather, smiling as she started to wake up.
"Alejandro...what happened..?" She murmured.
"You're okay..you're just fine, Heather.."
You're mine, Heather.. Alejandro smiled to himself. You're mine.