**Chapter 1: The Island of Temptation**

As I stepped off the boat and onto the sun-kissed shores of Tropical Island High, a sly grin spread across my face. I was Alejandro, the infamous playboy of Total Drama College School AU, and I was ready to take on whatever this island had in store. My reputation preceded me - I was the guy who could charm the girls with just one look, and get them into bed with just one whisper. I wasn't proud of it, but it was a fact. I scanned the crowd, my eyes locking onto a familiar figure. Heather, the uptight and always-in-control brunette, was standing by the welcome sign, looking like she owned the place. Her arms were crossed, and a scowl was etched on her face. I chuckled to myself, already sensing the tension that was about to unfold. Heather was the one person who had always managed to evade my charms. In fact, she was one of the few people who saw right through my facade and wasn't afraid to call me out on my shit. I had to admit, I found her annoying yet intriguing. And, of course, her uptight personality only added to her appeal. As I made my way towards her, I couldn't help but notice the way she was dressed. A simple white tank top and distressed denim shorts, yet she managed to make them look like a million bucks. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her piercing brown eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I felt a spark of attraction, which I quickly suppressed. I wasn't going to let my guard down around Heather, not now, not ever. "Well, well, well," I said, sauntering up to her. "Look what we have here. The queen bee, all alone and looking as gorgeous as ever." Heather rolled her eyes, her expression unimpressed. "Alejandro. How nice of you to join us. I was starting to think you'd forgotten how to show up on time." I laughed, feeling a familiar spark of competitiveness ignite between us. "I'm just getting started, Heather. And I always show up when I mean to." We stood there for a moment, the tension between us palpable. I could tell she was itching to get under my skin, and I was more than happy to oblige. The sound of a loud whistle pierced the air, and we both turned to see Chris McLean, our fearless host, standing on a makeshift stage. "Welcome, contestants, to Tropical Island High! You're about to embark on the wildest adventure of your life. And, of course, there's a prize at the end - a million dollars, and the title of ultimate survivor. But, let's get one thing straight - only one person will walk away with that prize. The rest will be left in the dust." I turned back to Heather, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Looks like we're in this together, Heather. For now, at least." Heather's eyes narrowed, and she took a step back, her voice cold. "Don't get any ideas, Alejandro. I'm not going to let you get under my skin this time." I chuckled, feeling the game was on. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots, Heather. Bring it on."