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—------------------------------------------ Chapter 1 Duncan POV —----------------------------------------------
Duncan looked back at the mainland, which had quickly moved into the distance. It felt like a breath of fresh air; he was finally leaving the Juvie compound. Its quick, harsh demeanor and sour smell left Duncan with a sadistic streak and a dry wit, making most teens his age terrified of him. But after countless tries to escape, Duncan realized he was free for the first time in years. He could wear his oversized black t-shirt and baggy-ass jeans instead of an unflattering orange jumpsuit. After he accepted the application to the reality show Total Drama Island, his parole officer realized his potential on the big screen and let him go as long as he behaved himself on the show. Duncan’s inner alpha, however, had other plans.
Pulling out his boombox and playing his most terrifying death metal, he jammed on the boat's sundeck. Letting the sun soak his skin made his husky alpha scent prominent. He needed to show the potential crew who was the top dog. Total Drama Island was promised to be set on a fancy, five-star resort. I don’t do ditzy glam, Duncan thought disgustedly. His eyebrow piercing and lime green mohawk said as much. So he needed to give the cast a good scare so he could exert his dominance in a setting he was insecure in. But as he approached the island, he felt his stomach twist in confusion. The high-end resort had turned out to be a lie. Instead, he saw a rickety dock that was about to give out and a lopsided sign that read Camp Wawanaka. He hadn’t prepared for this.
Ugh. This suck-ass summer camp is even worse than a five-star resort. Duncan’s face scrunched into a scowl as the boat approached the dock. Annoyed pheromones cascaded around him, causing the other teenagers on the deck to shrink back in fear. In the back of his mind, this sense of control pleased him. Duncan slammed his ratty green duffel bag onto the dock and stomped up to Chris—the show’s skeevy host—who looked incredibly smug. The alpha, dressed in a pristine grey button down and green slacks, oozed a haughty coconut air freshener aroma. The delinquent snarled, baring his teeth at the host, trying to scare him off, but the host didn’t take the bait.
“Duncan, dude.” Chris haughtily acknowledges him.
“I don’t like surprises,” Duncan growled. Giving into his emotions, his fist snapped to about the height of Chris’s face.
“Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that man.” Chris omits his stronger alpha pheromones, which makes Duncan cower slightly. “He also told me to give him a holler anytime to have you returned to juvie.” Chris crossed his arms at his witty remark and somehow looked down at Duncan despite Duncan’s superior height.
Duncan lowers his fist. He was not getting out of this bind. “Okay then,” he muttered cooly.
His illusion of the host had been ruined. The man he thought was his savior from Juvie was just a guy laughing at his past on television. Not to mention, Chris had completely lied to the cast about staying at a five-star resort.
I COULD HAVE BROUGHT MY MACHETE TO AN ASS CAMP LIKE THIS!! Instead, he stuck to only one puny pocket knife. I miss you, my Princess.
Walking away from Chris, he scoured out the other contestants. Most looked like the exaggerated caricatures he saw on the TV back at Juvie. He nearly snickered at a blond female beta who stared at him as if she had never seen piercings before.
Man, this cast is half-baked.
Well, at least except for her. A prissy alpha with soft, dark waist-length hair who was glaring at him as he had shat on her expensive wedged heels. Her pheromones were stronger than the rest of the cast, making things interesting. Well, pissing people off was Duncan’s favorite activity. He enjoyed the immediate result. Once he found out what made them tick, seeing their faces scrunch with anger gave him enough dopamine to power a whole city. And he had some extra time to kill while waiting for the rest of the contestants to arrive. He may as well annoy the only decent contestant here to fulfill himself.
“See you by the campfire, gorgeous,” he purred to her.
She waved a manicured nail dismissively as he walked by. “Drop dead, you skeeze.”
In Duncan’s small mind, it meant she considered herself way out of his league. Fair enough, it wasn’t like she was all that interesting anyway. I would never seriously go after another alpha. Duncan felt that, relationship-wise, he needed to be the dominant one.
By the time he chucked his bags into the makeshift pile at the end of the dock and shifted into a spot by the ditzy beta blond, Chris announced the next arrival: Tyler. He apparently was the clumsy athletic type because he ended up wiping out on his water skis and flying into the pile of luggage, causing suitcases to explode everywhere. One even landed in the water right next to the prissy girl named Heather, thoroughly soaking her hair. Immediately, she gave an inhuman shriek right into his ear, giving Duncan a surprise headache. Duncan slouched over grumpily; he already knew he was going to hate it here.
That was until after a couple of nobodies arrived on the island he perked up when he heard Chris sounding less than enthused. Now, this is gonna be someone interesting.
“Our next camper is Noah.”
Duncan lifted his head and chuckled to himself. A skinny, preppy-dressed beta with cute, overgrown hair huffed and climbed out of the boat, looking less than enthused. He quickly
smoothed his red knit vest and dark flyaway hairs before fully taking in his surroundings and looking utterly disappointed. He mumbled something about his life-threatening allergies, completely disregarding Chris. Duncan couldn’t care less about this nerd’s health problems; he was just impressed by someone who didn't care about Chris’s bravado. Noah’s prissiness made him look like fun mess to mess with. Duncan readied a quip after Noah whined
“Is this where we’re staying?” to Chris.
“No, it's your mother’s house, and we’re throwing a party”. Duncan gave his best bad-boy grin and cracked his knuckles to add more impact to his remark. Now, this is gonna be good. He thought, a smile spreading across his lips.
The look the shorter boy gave to him was priceless. His mouth slightly widened with shock and disgust. Yet he saw in Noah’s eyes there was a spark. A determination to completely humiliate Duncan in front of a watching crowd. Duncan’s heart rate spiked; no one had ever stared at him like that, like a juicy bug just begging to be squashed. Heat ran to his ears. Suddenly, a snarky, sarcastic tone fired right back at him
“Nice piercings, Original. Do them yourself?”
Duncan just barked a laugh back at the other boy, needing to up the stakes of their little banter. If I am slightly aroused, shouldn’t Noah be as well?
Good thing he had planned to give himself a lip piercing tonight. He shot his hand out, his palm grabbing Noah’s entire face, earning a high-pitched squeal from the boy. He softly took Noah’s lower lip in his fingers and pulled it out slightly. Damn, I wasn’t expecting his lip to be so soft. He leaned closer, pulling out his piercing needle and intentionally darkening his teal eyes to a jade, maintaining eye contact with the other’s black irises.
“You want one?”
Noah gave him a flushed, panicked look.
Just what I envisioned! Perfect. From his close angle, he could see every pore and every freckle on Noah’s cheekbones. Not to mention smell his slightly sweet, bookish scent. It was surprisingly sweet for a beta. Duncan LIKES.
Duncan watched the panic, and—was that excitement?—Noah’s eyes quickly hid behind a mask of indifference. With unanticipated nonchalance, Noah asks for his lip back.
Duncan released Noah’s lip with a wet smack just to embarrass Noah further. Meanwhile, the beta just glared and skulked to the furthest spot across the dock, blushing furiously. Needless to say, Duncan changed his opinion- his time on the island won't be so bad after all.
—------------------------------------------------- Noah POV —--------------------------------------------------------
Noah had just left his old life behind as he headed towards the set of Total Drama Island on the fanciest boat he had ever been on. No more student council meetings and no more high-level English classes. Conveniently, the show started after his final day as a junior in high school. He blanched after realizing he had no time to wind down from all the difficult classes he took that year.
Normally if someone shoved a flier in his face, begging him to audition for Total Drama Island he would have laughed in their face and called them stupid. Why would anyone at my level of intellect want to stoop so low as to go on a reality television show with a bunch of hooligans who just happen to be my age? His reputation would be tarnished, and his acquaintances at school would tease him mercilessly. Not that he needed friends; it would just be an embarrassing way to spend his final year of high school.
But, he realized he needed a solid way to pay for college. Especially if I want to go to a high-end university where I’ll fit in, and the best way Noah could think of was to audition for Total Drama Island. He didn’t have the time for an after-school job with all his extracurriculars. And that's what got him zooming towards the island, a little too fast for his comfort.
Shit, how am I supposed to appear presentable at a fancy resort with all this wind messing up my hair. The short, scrawny teen attempted to tamp down his overgrown dark brown hair. That did nothing. Great. Noah had done research on the club they were supposedly going to stay at. Apparently it was a brand new resort called The Moneybag, that was overseen by the host of the show, Chris McLean. According to the very grainy photographs, taken on the mainland it looked like a giant white hotel with a pool and palm trees scattered around the premises. It looked very out of place to say the least in the cold gray ocean of Muskoka, Ontario. At least I can escape the others in the single rooms we were promised in the contract. But as the boat skimmed across the water, Noah didn’t see the tacky resort anywhere. And they weren’t even going in the right direction on the lake.
Okay, now I am even more pissed. Instead of an overzealous building, he just saw a dead looking summer camp. The camp itself looked like the stuff of nightmares. Dirt paths and three rickety buildings in tandem. He remembered his classmates complaining about camps like these. Noah had never been to a summer camp before, instead opting for summer classes.
Being stuck in the wilderness for a week didn’t bode well with his life threatening allergies and hidden omega status. Being an unmated male omega was dangerous, therefore he never risked being away from a doctors office for more than a couple days, in case his pheromones became especially potent. Plus, he knew he would hate the extra attention his secondary gender would give him if it was revealed.
As his boat broached the dock he straightened his hair and vest one last time before barely being tall enough to step over the ledge and onto the dock. His nose was suddenly harassed with the combination of the strong scents everyone was emitting. A ‘perk’ of being an omega was having an extremely sensitive nose, making the cloud of scent much worse for him than an alpha or beta. Ugh this smells like when my cousin threw up in the toilet bowl and forgot to flush. Noah’s sour expression reflected his mood, a deep frown and a scowl marked his face. He felt a visceral need to get to a less potent area. But he had to ask Chris about his allergies. In the midst of his planning out his route, he noticed Chris’s less than heartwarming introduction of himself. At least it makes me inconspicuous. Although he had signed up for this joke of a show, he didn’t plan to die here.
The nerd blew past Chris, asking in passing, “You got my memo about my life threatening allergies?”
In his too upbeat voice Chris taunted at his back, “I’m sure someone did!”
“Good.” Noah gritted his teeth, rolling his eyes. “Is this where we’re staying?”
“Actually–” Chris was cut off by a much gruffer voice.
“No, it’s your mother’s house and we’re throwing a party”
Noah whipped his head around, questioning who dared interrupt his very necessary question. Noah’s mouth fell slightly open at the owner of the voice.
A lanky bad boy sporting a green mohawk leaned on one of the dock poles. He cracked his knuckles and stared straight into Noah’s eyes. The boy raised an eyebrow. There was a smug, taunting expression that graced his face. Although he wore a loose black and green shirt, and even looser jeans, Noah could just tell he was muscular and sturdy underneath all those layers of cloth. His strong alpha scent filled Noah’s nostrils, his manly musk one of pine and motor oil. In a sea of putrid odors, this one was a saving grace. Noah would be lying to himself if he said the smell was unattractive. The bad boy just cockily grinned at Noah, egging him on, waiting for his response.
Shit, he’s totally my type.
The one thing Noah knew about himself is that he would never back down from an insult. His immense love of high-level reading had given him the vocabulary and ideas to quickly insult anyone, no matter the circumstances. He wasn't going to let this smoking hot stud outdo him. His eyes burned with the challenge.
He quickly fired back. “Cute, nice piercings original, do them yourself?”
Suddenly a hand shot out and completely covered Noah’s face. Huh?
The unwelcome appendage moved on to his lower lip and softly grabbed it. Is this guy flirting?? Noah looked up into the bad boy’s teal eyes which had darkened a few shades. Somehow a piercing needle appeared in the alpha’s free hand.
“You want one?” he softly growled looking into the omega’s eyes.
Heat rose to Noah’s cheeks. What should I do?! I’ve never been flirted with in real life! ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! In the few romance books his sister forced him to read, he had always been one for flirtatious banter and a dominating partner. This delinquent checked all those boxes. Noah just kinda stood there, staring into the delinquent’s dark eyes. His brain checked out, it had flown out the window ten seconds ago.
He heard the alpha take a small sniff, which brought him back to reality. Wait, my suppressants! He knew if he was held here for much longer his omega suppressants would not be able to hold back the tidal wave of his sweet caramel scent.
Feigning calm, he grunted in fake disgust. “No thanks, can I have my lip back please?”
To his surprise the bad boy released his lip with a wet smack against his finger. Noah glared. Was that lip pop intentional?! On autopilot his feet spurred him away from the bad boy. Please my heart, I need you to calm down. Calming down he went to the corner, next to a chubby, braces-clad beta who he heard was named Beth.
The money is not worth this headache.
—-------------------------------------------------Duncan POV —---------------------—-------—--------------------
The rest of the dock ceremony went by rather quickly after Noah arrived. Instead of being bored, Duncan just stared at Noah’s annoyed expressions at every contestant who arrived. Noah’s annoyance seeped into every quirk of his head, every slouch, every glance that seemed to say “Damn this contestant is somehow more pathetic than the last.”
He found this demeanor fascinating. I mean obviously, everyone was upset they weren't at an overhyped hotel, but Noah seemed more upset than everyone else on the dock. What life-threatening allergies do to a man, am I right?
Dunan did add a few snarky quips here and there to reign his dominance above the new arrivals. After the last arrival, a slightly (majorly) insane girl who nearly drowned after hitting her chin on the dock, Chris had them all line up to take a promotional photo.
Duncan sidled up to Noah, realizing he never gave the smaller his name. Noah startled a bit and then looked even more irked than before, if it was even possible. He breathily exhaled near the nerd’s dark, soft neck.
“The name’s Duncan by the way. Feel free to hit me up if you ever want that piercing.”
Noah stared at him, face revealing nothing.
“My piercing comment wasn't a compliment.” He simply replied, before walking over to Owen, the hyperactive tub of lard that had recently arrived
.
Noah was indeed an interesting find. Duncan could tell from his two interactions, Noah wanted nothing to do with him. And yet that was what made him so appealing. The chase. And the insults. And the way Duncan could tower over him, yet he would still put up a fight.
Total Drama Island suddenly became hella more interesting.
—------------------------------------------------End Chapter One—--------------------------------------------------