Page 22 of Skye's Fall
“Prepare to lose, losers,” Shelley sneers and heads for a trailer.
“I’m using the diner,” I tell the group and they follow.
Sal doesn’t stop me.
“What are we going to do for the pie?” Snow asks.
I know there are recipe cards around here somewhere. I’m looking on all the shelves. It’s around here somewhere and we need it if we want to win. I find the box and pull it out.
“Isn’t this cheating?” Mallory snorts.
“No, we can use a recipe card. She has a box in the trailer, Ever told me that. I pull out an easy pie, one that I have actually made and I know people love it. I need to adjust it since one of the judges is in training. Memphis mentioned London has a fight coming up. When they do, they have a strict diet.
“Peanut butter chocolate pie?”
“Yes. But we’re substituting some things to make it a little bit healthier for London.”
“Good call,” Snow says as she starts to pull out some pots and pans. I go for the fridge and pull out the ingredients. I shout out the amounts and Mallory mixes them as Snow gets the crust ready.
Once the mixture is done, we put it in the oven.
“What now?”
“We wait,” I tell them.
“We’re not going home,” Mallory observes.
“No, we’re not. But she might not either. Sal wants his ratings.” That’s why he finds crazy women.
“She’s not the only one on the show. Lily is worse than her. She’s in the other tent.”
“Glad for that then,” I say.
The oven dings, letting us know our pie is done.
“Ladies, you need to cut three pieces and bring them out,” Sal calls out.
I find the plates, and Snow cuts three pieces. I watch as Mallory dips her finger into the side of the remaining pie and groans.
“Holy shit , this is heaven,” Mallory moans as Snow does the same.
“Skye, you need to sell this in stores,” Snow says as she moans. I don’t tell them that they already do. I just shrug.
“Thank you. Let’s go win this,” I say as we head out, placing the dishes in front of the judges. I wink at London. He’s a nice guy and he helped me out in my training to get ready for this.
“Ladies, these are your judges, London Hernandez, Saylor Jones, and Mayor Turner. Judges, you will try each pie and then give your ruling on the winner.”
I look over to see Shelley smiling like she already won.
“Oh, we made the peanut butter pie with healthier options,” I tell them before they dig in and I get a nod from London.
They take a bite of our pie and I see the nods and smiles. London takes Saylor’s, he liked it so much. We hug each other, knowing we did a good job.
Then Shelley’s pie is up. And once they take a bite, it’s obvious who the winner is. I don’t know what she did, but Mayor Turner vomits all over the stage, London almost does, and Saylor stops and spits it out.
“Well, I think it’s obvious who won. Team Snowy, you can join the men. Shelley, pack your things, your journey is over,” Sal says. Shelley launches herself at Sal as London steps in front of him, holding her.
“There’s always one every season,” I mutter as Mallory and Snow snicker. It’s funny that London is holding her with one hand on her forehead and the stupid bitch keeps swinging, connecting with air. She screams at all of us as security hauls her a way.
