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The Wawanakwa talent show sucked, to put it lightly.
Bridgette had puked on like 5 different people, Courtney nearly had a concussion, and worst of all for Gwen, Heather read her diary out loud, not only in front of all of her fellow competitors, but also in front of the whole viewing world!
The goth sat at the edge of the dock, staring into the water. All she could think about was earlier that day though, about hanging out with Trent and how warm it made her feel. A smile almost formed on her pale face, until the talent show popped back into her head.
She groaned, putting her hands into her head. She just wanted to cry man, everything here fucking sucked! Her teammates were mostly annoying dumb asses, Cody was a fucking creep (seriously who sniffs someone's hair??), and Heather was probably the most vile and evil snake of a woman that ever graced this part of Canada!
“God this show sucks!” Gwen exclaimed, punching her leg in frustration.
“Self harm isn't cool, you know that right?”
The goth nearly jumped out of her skin upon hearing the voice. Turning around, she saw the Killer Bass’ very own Harold? “What are you, a creep! If you try to sniff my hair too, I'm going to kill you!”
The ginger raised his hands up in defense. “Chill out, gosh! I just heard a lady crying and my gentlemanly instincts activated! That's all!”
Gwen rolled her eyes at him, before turning back to the dock. "Whatever." she muttered.
The nerd sat next to her on the dock. “Is it the talent show? That thing was rough.”
She scoffed. “Easy for you to say, you aced this challenge for your team again.”
Harold beamed at the compliment. “Of course I did, that doesn't come as any surprise to me though! I have mad skills aplenty after all!’ His smile disappeared. “But I'm talking about what Heather did! I have a working theory that she was probably bullied a lot as a child, but that doesn't make it okay to bully others you know? Especially reading someone's diary on international television, that's just harsh.”
“Yeah thanks Captain Obvious, any other sage takes you wanna share?”
Harold scratched his chin in thought. “I don't know to be honest,” he admitted. “I just figured you'd need someone to talk to about this, you seem kinda lonely like me.”
There's no way in hell she just got compared to fucking Harold. “I am NOT like you!” Gwen snapped.
“No way, we're totally alike! We're both the losers against the bullies and queen bees of the world, and we're both the secret aces for our team! Remember how you won your team the awakeathon? And we're also both mad talented, you with your artistic skills and me with my yo-yoing, my impeccable random trivia knowledge, my beatboxing, and I have a ton of stuff in case I need it! I brought my nunchucks, my red ant farm, my keyboard, need I go on?”
She bit back a comment about his narcissism, instead choosing to say “I guess I do get bullied sometimes, but I don't just lie down and take that! I get them back! One time, this mean chick at school named Rebecca pulled the cafeteria seat out from behind me, so I filled her locker with my brother's smelly gym socks! She threw up on her crush Nick and everything!”
The nerd snickered. “That's awesome! So you're gonna get back at Heather the same way then?”
Gwen chewed on the thought for a moment. “Well, she should be voted off tonight so I shouldn't even have the chance to do so.”
Harold nodded in understanding. “Don't be shocked if she's still here though, she's really popular and hot so she might stay on that alone.”
Gwen rolled her eyes yet again. “Yeah, I guess that is a possibility, huh?”
“Always be prepared for the worst m’lady!” Harold remarked, hitting an exaggerated deep bow with an extra nasally emphasis on the m’lady part.
Gwen playfully punched the glasses wearing nerd’s shoulder, laughing. “God you're so corny!”
He beamed again. “At least you're smiling though!”
Huh, he was right. “I don't even know how you did that, but thanks man,” she said, grinning up at the nerd.
Harold was about to make a comment, before being interrupted by the loudspeaker cutting on.
“Gophers, you have a date with me at the campfire in 5! See you there or you're donezo!” Chris announced.
“Well, this is goodbye for now.” Gwen said, standing up from the dock. “Thanks again Harold, I really needed someone to talk to.”
“No problem! Just let me know if you need anything else, okay?”
Gwen smiled at Harold, walking off towards the campfire area. “Will do, and same to you okay? I owe you one.”
It was later that night, and the artist found herself at the Bass' door. She knocked. and Harold answered, much to her delight.
“Didn't you mention having a red ant farm earlier today?”
Harold tugged at his pajama bottoms. “I did, why?”
Gwen smirked. “It's payback time!”