Total Drama High: Chapter 4

Duncan POV


After Harold gave the tape cassette to the surfer chick, Bridgette, the girls left us and ran out heading towards the principal's office. We stayed behind with the redhead nerd watching them go out of the library.

"Okay, guys. Since we wasted our time helping the girls with their problem, let's go to my locker now."

I led the gang out of the room leaving Harold to clean his blood on the floor and Gwen's green puke in the corner. We ran into the hallway and saw the kids coming out from the auditorium. We ended up at my locker while I messed with the lock with a hairpin I stole from Princess.

"So, why are we at your locker again?" DJ asked confused.

"To grab the firecrackers and other things." I replied tinkering with the lock.

The lock unlocked with a snap and fell to the ground from the locker. I slammed open my locker and a huge guillotine fell from the top to the bottom almost slicing Geoff's foot off. He jumped back away from the shiny, sharp guillotine while I chuckled.

"Dude! Where did you get that thing?" he asked.

"From the weapons store near the city pool." I replied snatching ten packs of firecrackers from my locker and dropping them in my backpack.

The guys looked inside my locker and saw carved-in skulls on the walls, messed up books, two switchblades, a pile of my mugshots, and a carved list of that I REALLY hate.

"What's this one?" Trent asked pointing at my 'list'.

"Just a list of people that are going to pay dearly from messing with me." I closed up my backpack.

"Why is Noah on this list, then?" DJ questioned pointing at his name.

"Because in the eighth grade, he told me that I spelled Mississippi wrong."

The guys began to laugh at my reason for my payback at Noah while I slammed the locker door shut and pulled the backpack on my shoulder. They slowly stopped laughing when they saw my irritated face while Geoff said,

"Don't you think that is a no good reason to prank on Noah, dude?"

"No, because NO ONE tells me that I'm wrong, especially in front of the whole entire class! He is so going to pay!" I stormed past them with them trailing behind nervously.

Courtney POV

The girls and I were rushing past the students heading towards Dr. Maple's office. We finally reached it and burst inside to see Dr. Maple sitting there looking at us alerted. Bridgette handed me the tape cassette while Gwen stepped forward with a serious look.

"Hello, ladies, may I help you with anything?" Dr. Maple asked politely.

"Yes, we are innocent." Gwen said.

"Huh?" he looked really confused.

"Gwen. What she means to say that whatever Ms. Mulberry said to you, it isn't true." I explained holding the cassette by my side.

"What are you talking about? Ms. Mulberry hasn't been in all day. She is sick with the flu." he said scratching his bald head in confusion

Ms. Mulbery wasn't even here? But she was in the hallways chasing us! We even heard her voice for crying out loud and she wasn't here the entire day? Something tells me that Heather has to do with this.

"What?" Bridgette said shocked.

"What are you talking about? We heard Ms. Mulberry calling us in the hallways." Gwen said pointing at the hallways behind her.

"Well, I just got a call from her minutes ago explaining to me she is bedridden with the flu that's been going around."

"But what about Heather?" I asked.

"Heather Remmington is also bedridden with the flu at her parent's mansion. Her parents called here and explained that she's not going to be here today."

"WHAT?!" We three all screamed surprised.

Now Ms. Mulberry AND Heather are at home sick?! We saw in the girls' restroom before she ran off tattle-telling to Ms. Mulberry! I bet this is part of Heather's plan to escape trouble and punishment, but there was one thing I don't understand.

"Now, what was it about Ms. Mulberry and Heather?" he asked leaning in curious.

I quickly hid the cassette behind my back while Gwen stood there shocked and Bridgette looked nervously. I put on a fake smile with the girls before I started to say.

"Nothing, thanks for your time, Dr. Maple. Bye!"

We ran out of there faster than Dr. Maple said bye and into the hallways. We turned around the corner and leaned against the row of blue lockers. We breathed heavily from running as we listened to the other students walked past us.

Bridgette POV

After taking a breath of air, I leaned back on the locker while Gwen stood by the wall and Courtney stood next to the locker. I watched Courtney place the tape cassette into her bag as Gwen looked upset.

"There's no way Heather is home sick. We both saw her in the bathroom and Harold's camera caught her video of her." she said crossing her arms.

"There is one thing that is bothering. If Ms. Mulberry is at home sick, how come we can hear her voice yell at us in the hallways?" Courtney questioned deeply confused.

"I have no idea, but I know that we're going to be late for class." I reminded them.

"You're right! Take out your schedules!" Courtney ordered frantically.

We took our class schedules for the year and looked at each other's to see if we're in classes with each other. It appeared that we all have the same classes including lunch.

"Yes! We have the same classes together! Including Art!" Gwen exclaimed seeing the classes on our schedules.

"Perfect! Let's go before we miss the bell!" I suggested.

We went to our first period class which was Mr. McLean's history class. We ran inside and saw a few kids there in time like us. I remembered some of the kids from our class and some that moved here today.

"Hey, Princess." Duncan called flirtatiously.

We turned around and saw Duncan, Geoff, Trent, and DJ sitting in the desks in the corner. Courtney turned her head away disgusted as Gwen waved happily to Trent. Geoff turned to me and waved like he was happy to see me. I gave him a small smile and waved back friendly. I looked behind Trent and saw DJ feeding Bunny a carrot from his bag.

"How about we sit next to the guys?" I asked pointing towards the group.

"Are you nuts? Why should we sit with them anyway?" Courtney questioned.

"Well, I think that we could thank them for helping us gather evidence from Harold. Besides, they're nice and I think we all can be friends." I explained.

"Sure, I'm in for sitting with them." Gwen agreed happy to be with Trent.

"Courtney?" I asked looking at her with Gwen.

She let out a sigh, "Okay, but I don't want to sit near that pig, okay?"

"Deal."

Geoff POV

We watched the girls talk by the door before they came over to us. Gwen took a seat by Trent and Courtney sat by DJ, but Duncan sat next to her making her more angry. Bridge sat by me putting her light blue bag on her desk. She looked at me smiling as I smiled back.

"I want to say. Thanks for helping us with our problem." she said.

"No problem. I do anything for you, Bridge."

Before she can say anything else, Mr. McLean came walking in wearing casual clothing instead of a suit. Everyone sat in their seats as he wrote his name on the board for everyone to see.

"Morning, dudes! This is your first day of school and a beginning to a year full of drama. I'm Chris McLean, but don't call me Mr. McLean. It don't like it. Okay, I'm just going to spill the beans." he said grinning.

"What do you mean by that?" Gwen asked.

"I mean, that I'm not going to teach you dudes 'history', I'm going to teach you about life and competition." he used air quotes for 'history'.

"Does Dr. Maple know about this?" Courtney asked suspicious.

"Oh, yes he does. In fact, he approves my idea, big time! Now for the rules!"

He walked over to the board and pulled down a long, long list of rules, dude! Everyone looked at it shocked at these 'rules' while Chris grinned evilly at our reactions.

"Surprised, huh? Can't blame ya. Actually, there are only 3 rules, this was just a small joke to see your faces! Hahahaha!" he laughed at us holding his sides as a muscular unibrowed girl growled angrily.

He straightened back up and continued saying, "As I was saying, Rule #1 is that you are going to compete against everyone else. Rule #2 is that you HAVE to compete or you read 20 chapters of 'Canada's History'." He held up a huge white tome with the leaf emblem on it. Rule #3 is that if you complete your challenge, you get an A. If you refuse, then you read the tome and still receive an A. If you refuse to do any of them, then you wait for class to finish at the gym where you get a F. The competition is to see who gets the highest grade in the class, which would be so easy to win!"

"But don't we get a prize?" Trent asked.

"Yes, you do. Your prize is...a date with me!"

Everyone was dead silent and glaring at him really, really angry, dudes.

"Okay, okay, your prize is you get to be king or queen of the entire school. Meaning that you could do anything in school without consequences or principal's permission."

Trent POV

Did I hear correctly? That we get to be the ruler of the WHOLE school and can do anything we want! Without Dr. Maple's permission nor consequences! Wow, that is a good prize. I knew that Duncan would use this chance to prank the kids, vandalize school property, and put up Dr. Maple's underpants on the flag pole. But Heather...I knew she would try to win it just to make her dream someday...rule Europe.

"Alright, that's the end of class. See ya!" Chris said turning around about to head out the door.

"Wait! That's it?!" Courtney exclaimed disappointed.

"What did you expect? This is the first day of school, dude! Catch ya later!" he ran out heading towards the teacher's lounge.

When he left the classroom, everyone left the room and went into the hallways leaving the me and the guys with the girls alone. I grabbed my guitar case and set it on my back as the others picked up their books. I see Gwen running out of class with Courtney and Bridgette until Cody saw Gwen ran and started to chase her lovestruck.

"Looks like you got competition, Trent." Duncan smirked.

"Whoa, Cody likes Gwen, too? Dudes, it's a love square!" Geoff exclaimed.

"Geoff, it's not a love square, it's a love triangle!" DJ explained.

"What's the difference?"

"Nevermind that. Guys, I say we win that prize." Duncan said closing his switchblade.

"What? Why?" DJ asked still petting Bunny.

"Because if we win that prize, we can do anything we want! Anything! We don't have to worry about getting caught anymore, plus people will respect us more. Then, we can throw a huge party here in school." Duncan explained pocketing his switchblade in his pocket.

"Cool, dude!" Geoff exclaimed excited to party.

"I see...for a minute there, you sound like Heather." I said.

"Dude, don't you dare say that I sound like that Queen Bee. At least, I don't use and backstab you guys."

"So, what you mean to tell us is that you're not Heather in any way or like her?" DJ questioned.

"Right."

"Okay, then." I said relaxing a bit.

Geoff started to chuckle before he laughed out loud making us wondering what in the world he was thinking about.

"What's so funny, Geoff?" Duncan asked really curious.

"Dude, I was thinking on how you reacted when you saw her showering in the locker room on Harold's camera." he chuckled.

"How exactly did I reacted?" Duncan questioned irritated.

"You stared at her, dude. Just stared at her until Bridgette smashed the TV with a rock."

"I did not!" he retorted back.

"Yes you did, dude! Did he, DJ?"

"Yeah, man. You did stared at Heather." DJ agreed.

"See?"

"Look, why would I stare at Heather?"

"Because she's hot?" Geoff suggested.

"No, she's not hot because I got someone hotter!" Duncan replied with a sly grin.

"You mean Courtney?" I asked smiling.

Duncan blushed red as Geoff and DJ laughed at his embarrassment. They both held on to each other for support while Duncan fumed angrily at his two best friends. I chuckled a little at the situation. We were so hard that Chef came out of the cafeteria with a mad face carrying a frying pan in his hand.

"What you kids doing out here?! Go back to class or I'll make you do 128 push-ups!!" he yelled angrily.

"You can't make us do that, old man!" Duncan retorted coolly.

"Oh yeah!" he smirked before he let out his war cry and charged towards us.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" we all screamed frantically running away from an army mad man.

"Nice going, Duncan!" I shouted at the top of my lungs glaring at him.