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out to Chase.
    â€œI don’t mind sharin’,” Jada said. “Do you want some or do you think the kernels may do more damage to your rotten teeth? I thought I saw a little corruption goin’ on in your mouth when you had it open.”
    This Jada chick was out of control and none of us could believe how bold her comments were. You would have thought that Chase cussed her out or something, but what Chase had asked for was simple, as well as necessary. I was staying out of this. By the looks of things, Chase could handle herself.
    Chase opened her mouth wide. She pulled on the sides of it with her finger, so Jada could get a good view of what was inside.
    â€œThere’s nothing rotten in there, sweetie. Don’t know what you were looking at, but maybe you need to pull back on the popcorn and—”
    Roc let out a deep sigh and silenced everybody—for at least a minute. “And maybe both of y’all need to chill the hell out so we can watch the game. Damn. Is it that serious?”
    â€œHey, that’s what I want to know,” Jada said, shaking her head from side to side. “All of this over some salty peanuts that tasted off brand. And this popcorn ain’t hittin’ on much either, but I’m still willin’ to share.”
    She reached the bag out to Jaylin. He ignored Jada and that caused her to snicker.
    At that moment, I felt very skeptical about this. Jada seemed a little off—kind of mentally challenged. Either that or she was a true attention seeker. That quickly became the case because she did not shut her mouth until a slender white man with blond hair entered the room and introduced himself as Jeff, the producer of Hell House. He apologized for interrupting the football game, but said that he was there to discuss a few things.
    â€œI also want to give everyone a tour of the house and we do need to go over the rules.”
    We all listened in, as he stood in front of us dressed in khaki pants, a plain, button-down blue shirt that was neatly tucked into his pants and shiny loafers. His ocean-blue eyes were breathtaking, and his overall appearance showed that he was there to discuss business.
    â€œFirst, let me say that I’m glad to see that most of you made it here. I thank you all for your willingness to do this challenge, but there are a few things that we need to go over before we get started. The rules are the most important and they must be followed. Not abiding by them can get you immediately kicked out of the house and no one wants that to happen. So for starters…no cell phones, no leaving the premises for three months, no outsiders allowed inside, no life-threatening violent behavior and no exceptions will be made for anyone. There will be a weekly schedule placed on the refrigerator for the person who has to cook and clean for the day. There are plenty of snacks, but if the person on the schedule doesn’t cook, you don’t eat. If you don’t like what they cook, don’t eat it. If they don’t clean, the house stays messy. If you want to clean of your own free will, do it. No one is allowed to sleep in the living area or outside and you must sleep in the bedroom. There is one TV and one computer. Take votes on what to watch and minimize your time to one hour on the computer so others can use it. We’ve already installed cameras in each room, with the exception of the bathroom. If an emergency happens, you will have to stand in front of any camera to signal us or you can email me. We can be here in less than five minutes, but email may take longer. The cameras will roll twenty-four-seven and everything will be recorded.”
    Chase raised her hand. “Excuse me, Jeff, but I changed clothes in the bedroom earlier. Are you saying those cameras were recording me?”
    â€œI’m not sure if the cameras were on then, but they are on now.”
    â€œWhat if I had a hole in my underwear that I didn’t want