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Chapter 9 - I'm not a faily bastard, not yet a gypsy goth [preview]

Tears. A throbbing erection. A packet of party rings. Just some of the things involved in that fateful night when Most Loved 5 rolled around. I had qualified again, and this time I had prepared for it. Sexual favours were in full force, I had made sure all recent photos of myself were in black and white so that potential voters weren't put off by my sunset rouge locks and I'd pretended to like Ben so that he'd vote for me. It hadn't been easy. I had been spreading lies about GypsyGoth and Patrick for weeks, hoping that InOne would believe that GypsyGoth "totes has a set of teeth instead of a nipple on her left boob, honest." I should have felt shame, but no amount of shame would top the shame I had felt coming 46th last time. The gamble had paid off. Patrick had been a faily bastard and had finished 33rd. I remember giving Chuck a celebratory hand job as we both cruised into the top 30. Then I remember giving him a celebratory middle finger as he finished 21st and I secured a spot in the top 20. I was taking no prisoners. I had offered to be Iceman's slave for 5 points, but that's not the same thing. Ultimately, I finished 15th, but it wasn't enough for me. I could only fizz with anger as I watched GypsyGoth finish 2nd again for the third time. Of course, at least she hadn't won, but the smug look on her face as she sauntered up to the podium, and gave her little acceptance speech, it was all just too much. "I'd like to thank my parents for my good genes, I couldn't have won the silver if I'd had freckles and a pale complexion, that's for sure!" I was angry. Novo's booming laugh echoed around my head for weeks. I had to beat her. I'd beaten Patrick, I'd beaten off MTVN, I'd let Vicky beat me up in a sex dungeon, but I hadn't beaten GypsyGoth. I had to take it one step further...