Jamie enters and puts you on the chopping block

As you walk into the villa, you see a crowd of Islanders surrounding a new person making their introduction. Your stomach retches as you see it is a man.

“Hi, nice to meet you I’m Jamie,” says yet another tall muscle-clad guy greeting Tom and Rick and shaking their hands.

Jamie had long, surfer-Esque blonde hair and a thick Australian accent. You look at Jenna, and she doesn’t seem that interested. Paige, however, was drooling yet again for another guy.

“I love your accent. Are you from England?” Paige says as the two, Jamie and Paige, hug and makes their introductions.

“Australia actually,” Jamie says, returning the smile. Paige looks like she is practicing going to melt. You look at Tom and notice he has a bit of a worried look on his face.

Jamie comes up to you, he gives you the same look as the rest of the guys did when you met them earlier. A curious, what is this guy doing here look?

You go up and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, Jamie, I’m Matt.”

“Nice to meet ya mate. No offense, but I thought you were a production assistant,” Jamie says, laughing.

You smile weakly at that.

“Jamie, what do you do?” Rachel asks the 6’4 Aussie.

“I’m a surfer, actually. I do modeling too,” Jamie says.

Wonderful. Surfer and a model. Inside your head, you are already packing your bags. Jamie’s arrival could only mean one thing. That the next recoupling would put you as the odd man out. You were on the chopping block.

“So Jamie, what kind of girl would you say is your type?” Rachel asks, sipping on some sparkling water.

“Umm… I don’t know. You’re all so gorgeous, honestly,” Jamie answers.

“If you had to pick one,” Rachel asks.

“Umm… I’d go with Paige, she really caught my eye… banging body,” Jamie says.

Paige lights up by that admission by the Thor lookalike. You see Tom nervously smiling. There are always bigger fish, it seems. Even a 10 like Tom can feel threatened. But he shouldn’t be the one worried. You were the one that was on the chopping block. A dead man walking.

Oh well. This was going to happen. You accepted this when you entered this place that you weren’t going to last here for long. You have to be realistic about these things.

You check your phone. The AMA suddenly called out to you like a beacon. A lifesaver that could save you from drowning. Could you use it to somehow keep your place here? Just for another week. Another 7000 dollars. In the back of your mind, something else you desired was hidden deep inside there. You wanted to find love, no matter how hopeless it was. It was a faint hope that the AMA sparked. On your own, maybe things wouldn’t go well, but you had a pocket-sized ladder that could pull you out of this.

And what was a ladder according to that fantasy show you loved? Chaos was a ladder.

At that moment, when you were contemplating whether to fight the uphill battle to stay or just accept your place in that world, the AMA lit up.

You received a new helping hand.