What if Duncan was the straight A, overachiever good guy and Courtney was the bad girl who always went to Juvi and was a constant troublemaker? Read on to find out! I might just add the pairing concept in this story too! Note: They both go to the same school together and it's way before TDI or summer for that matter. Anyway, on with the fic:
"Well, time for another day of school," I thought euphorically. After I brushed my teeth, I put on my green polo shirt, black khakis, and perfectly white sneakers and combed my shiny dark hair. "I have to dress for sucess," I said to myself in the mirror. After looking at my watch, I had to hurry on to school.
"Bye mom!" I cried out. "Bye son! Do your best!!" My mom cried back to me.
When I reached the school, the bell started to ring and I went to my first period, World History. Everyone was chatting away until the final bell would ring and Mr. Dumpet would initiate today's lesson. Just then I noticed Courtney writing on the desk again. Why would she want to do such a thing? "Why can't you just write on paper like everyone else? You're such a dunce!" I lectured to her. In a split second she started to glare at me. "Look here, sweetie, I don't care about school property. What are they gonna do to me, tell me "no"? Lecture me? Pffbt, this place sucks worse than Juvi," Courtney replied scratching her short pink hair. "Uggh! Can't you go one day without talking about that hellish hole?" I disgustingly told her. "Sorry hon, that 'hellish hole" is all I have," Courtney replied with a laugh. I just rolled my eyes in pity.
Finally, the bell rang and Mr. Dumpet came into the room. "Okay, guys, settle down. I'd like to get today's lesson over with by the end of class, okay? To start off, who did their homework assignment about what profession they want to do?" I pulled my completed assignment out and waved it in the air. "I got mine, sir! It's promised to be an A+!" Mr. Dumpet wasn't at all surprised. "Well, we all know Duncan did his assignment. If anyone else did theirs, I'll take them now." Courtney just fidgeted with her skull bracelets and nose ring and had an "I don't care" look on her scary, pierced face. While I thought of being an author, lawyer, and psycologist at the same time when I grow up, I pictured Courtney in jail for stealing a meal to get by. It must suck to be an underachiever who doesn't give a hoot about anything.
At lunch time, I sat with my friends who were currently runinng for Student Body President. Considering I've been elected Student Body President 3 years straight, I decided to stay out of the race this time and inspire my friends who want to be like me. Just then I noticed Courtney walking by with a bag lunch. "Hey Duncs, I got a tuna sandwich if you want some," she said to me. "No thanks, I'm so sure. Where'd you get that food anyway?" "Some wimpy girl, who cares? I got food today, that's all that counts." Then she looked to another lunch table. " Oh yeah, I gotta give that kid a wedgie! Hey, you!" She said as she walked off. Instead of watching Courtney give a boy a painful, unforgetful wedgie, I studied Courtney's clothes. She wore a black tank top that reached to her belly button, blue jeans with skulls on the back pockets, and white shoes that looked worn out and dirtied. Who wears that? Maybe she forgot that it's NOT Halloween. Just then, she had gave the boy a wedgie so hard, she pulled out his pink underwear. "Holy crap, the dude wears pink!" Courtney said out loud. Everyone around there started laughing at the boy who started to tear up in embarassment. I just sighed. "What a mess-up," I thought. Hopefully tomorrow will be somewhat better and less weirder.
Well, there you have it! I'll probably start the pairing business in later chapters. Will these two opposires fall for each other? Find out next time! R&R! :D