Chapter twenty three

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
"The hot tub with my names spelled out in Italian tiles, gone. My monogram sneakers, gone. My custom calibrated stubble trimmer, gone!" Chris cried, tears building in his eyes. 
"So... shall we continue the game?" Alejandro asked, ignoring Chris's cries.
"I second that." Noah agreed. 
"As usual, you two are thinking of nothing but yourselves!" Chris rolled his eyes. 
"Can we get some help over here?" You asked, picking up pieces left over from the wreck.
"What about the bigger humanitarian crisis? How am I supposed to keep this face fresh without my hyperbolic chamber?" The host ignored you, continuing to complain.
"Y/N!" Sierra beamed as you picked her up from the wreckage. "I've had dreams with Cody like this! Except in most of them he wore nothing but a loincloth." She purred. 
"Did you land on your head?" You raised an eyebrow at her odd behaviour while you carry her away from the wreckage.
"No, silly! I'm fine. I'm fantastic! Except for my left wrist, right earlobe, scalp and both ankles. Which, um. Are kind of throbbing with every step we take! Ow, ow, ow!" You gently placed Sierra onto the floor and checked her injuries. 
"Here, take this." Noah said, rolling up a wheelchair. You, Alejandro and Noah helped her onto the chair. 
Spotting a headdress from the Easter Island challenge, you picked it up and placed it on her now bald head. 
"Does it look okay?" She asked insecurely. 
"Gorgeous!" You sent her a sweet smile. Although, both you and everyone else knew it was the opposite.
Looking over at Noah, you still felt bitter about his sudden change of heart towards you, but either way, he was quick to protect you.
Turning to face him, you thanked him. "Hey Noah, thanks for covering me back there. It really means a lot to me." 
Noah's eyes suddenly filled up with sadness. "It's fine." He sighed. "Can I just ask a question, though?" 
"Sure, anything." You shrugged. 
"Did our time together really mean nothing?" He asked as if he already knew the answer. confusing you.
"Hey! My emergency kit! We're saved! Thats right, kids. Get ready for surf, sun and beauties in grass skirts. We're going to... Hawaii!" Chris announced, which prevented you from answering. You all cheered at the idea, but his question still roamed in your head. What did he mean?
"I know! Best host ever. Never doubt me." The host smirked proudly, revealing a helicopter.
"Uh... is that a two-seater?" Alejandro asked in confusion. 
"Yep! Chef flies, I supervise! You will be competing to get to the big island first using only your wits and whatever you find out here." Chris did his signature evil grin.