I do not own Total Drama nor do I own any of the characters affiliated with it! The only character I own is Erin!

Hello campers! This is a new take on Erin! She's not as rocker as she is in other stories, in fact she's the daughter of a business tycoon and student to the Wawanakwa Privet Academy. Inspired by Leona Lewis' "Bleeding Love" and "I see you". Read, review and enjoy!

~Wafflez

She sat in her geometry class, waiting patiently for class to begin. Sitting by her best friend, Heather, Erin twirled her dark hair around her finger in sheer boredom. All she could think about was the party she was supposed to be going to that night, and she really wanted school to end already. Granted, it was a social event her parents were making her attend for a charity-and to make them seem less self-centered than they were- but she still itched to go. It gave her something to do with her time.

Heather reached over and prodded her in the ribs with her perfectly manicured nails. Erin snapped out of her day dream and turned to her friend with a questioning look.

"You're going tonight, right?" Heather asked. Heather's mother owned one of the biggest fashion industries in the Northern Hemisphere and her father was the CEO of a huge car part manufacturing industry. She and Erin had grown up together, meeting in grade school and creating a close, near unbreakable bond throughout. They went to every party together, every charity event, and every school function. Heather was cheer captain and Erin was student body president and co-captain on their cheer squad. They were both model students who held straight A's and had never seen the inside of their headmasters office.

Erin nodded her head. "Of course I'm going." She said with a slight smile. "Do you really think I'd make you suffer through all that on your own?" Heather flipped her dark hair over her shoulder with a shrug.

"I never know with you." She said. Erin scoffed.

"Puh-lease. You know me like the back of your hand, Miss. Chang. Don't try to play that card with me." The two shared a smile and the bell rang. Their teacher, the ever boring Professor Ross, entered the class room. His glasses were perched on the end of his beak like nose, while his beady little eyes scanned the class room. The lights overhead reflected of the shiny surface of his head where his hair line had already receded while a band of wispy gray hair circled the rest of his head. He wore hideous gray tweed jacket-complete with elbow pads- and a mustard yellow and moss green sweater-vest. Heather and Erin exchanged glances.

"Someone needs to teach this man how to dress." Heather whispered, removing her homework from her binder. Erin nodded in agreement and turned her homework in with Heather's. Class began at a dreary speed, as per usual. Nearly twenty minutes into the class, the door swung open, disrupting Professor Ross and startling Erin breaking Erin's concentration.

"Well, look who decided to show up." Professor Ross sneered. Erin peered up from her book to stare at the student who entered the class, Duncan Calliver. Dark black hair though most of it was fashioned into a green mowhawk, deep teal eyes and one hell of a cocky personality. The tie of his uniform was loose around his neck, the first button of his shirt was undone and he carried his jacket over his shoulder. "Mr. Calliver, answer me one question."

"What's that teach?" He asked as he slid into his seat.

"First off, as we can all clearly see, you've missed nearly half of the period." Professor Ross said with annoyance. "So my question to you is: Why even bother to show up at all?"

"Shits and giggles." Duncan answered with a nonchalant shrug. "Besides I figured if I'm not here to give you shit then your life would be meaningless." Professor Ross ground his teeth in irritation. Erin knew it was not only because Duncan was tardy-once again- but because of his blatant disregard to the school code of conduct regarding foul language. However, as everyone knew, all Professor Ross could do was send Duncan to the headmaster's office, which wouldn't do much good as he'd probably just leave the school. With a huff of anger, Professor Ross returned to his lesson.

Erin found herself staring at Duncan out of the corner of her eye. He, like everyone else at Wawanakwa Private Academy, came from a very comfortable upbringing. She didn't know exactly what his parents did, but she had seen at least one of them at one of the many social gatherings throughout the year. She knew his mother was big in the PTA but that was about it.

Be that as it may, she thought with a slight sneer, I don't see why he even bothers to show up if he hates it here so much.

Many of the students at the academy were on equal terms, and most of them got along very well. But there were a few bad eggs in the group of pristine students. Duncan was one of those bad eggs. He had quite the reputation through the academy, and it was a reputation Erin and the rest of the school frowned upon. It was a reputation that, within Erin's group of friends, had created an unwritten rule, and that rule was: Do not associate with Duncan Calliver. She and her friends had kept to that code, shying away from Duncan and avoiding him as much as possible.

But even as she did as she was instructed by said unwritten rule, Erin found herself fascinated by the trouble maker. There was just something about him that intrigued her. She wasn't sure what it was, if it was his bad-boy looks or if it was something more. She found herself day dreaming through the rest of class until the ending bell rang and startled her back into reality. She stood slowly, gathered her things and headed for the door where Heather was waiting for her.

"Since when do good little school girls wear silk stockings with their school uniform?" Duncan's voice said from behind her as she passed. She paused and turned to face him, glancing down at her legs which were, indeed, wrapped in white silk stockings. She frowned, wrinkling her nose slightly.

"Since it's a free country and I can do as I please." She sniffed. Duncan grinned.

"Be that as it may," he said, standing slowly from his seat. Erin tensed as he towered over her, staring down at her with those bright eyes like a big cat on the hunt. Leaning down slowly he got right down next to her ear. She suppressed a shiver as his breath danced across her cheek and down her neck. He whispered lowly, darkly in her ear. "Only bad girls wear something so…alluring. Tell me, Erin; are you secretly a bad girl?" With a squeal of disgust Erin jumped back away from Duncan to stare at him with dark gray eyes. Duncan just smiled and left the room, leaving Erin standing there.

She shook her head, clearing her head, and hurried to meet with Heather. Her friend stood outside the door, waiting patiently; her eyes narrowed as Duncan walked by, that dark grin still on his face. Erin watched him briefly before turning away.

"What was that all about?" Heather asked. Erin shook her head.

"Nothing. Just Duncan being a perv." She answered briefly. The two walked through the school in silence until they reached their lockers.

"So what are you going to wear tonight?" as they gathered there books to head home. Erin shrugged her shoulders.

"Not entirely sure…I mean I haven't thought about it yet." Heather's eyes widened and she closed her locker.

"Erin McLean!" She gasped. "How could you have not thought about it?" Erin shrugged again.

"Honestly, Heather, I never really do. These social events my parents take me to bore the snot out of me. I don't really care how I look." She let out a heavy sigh. Heather eyed Erin closely before asking,

"Are you feeling okay?" Erin nodded her head.

"Yeah. I'm just a little tired, that's all." She smiled and Heather visibly relaxed. "Look, I've got tutoring so I'll meet up with you later, kay?" Heather nodded and Erin hurried off toward the gym where she did her tutoring every week. The school was empty by the time she crossed it to the gym. She pushed open the doors and entered the dark room, looking around. She set her books down on the floor and removed her blazer, exhaling heavily. As she crossed the gym, she was aware of someone watching her from the bleachers. Turning slightly she cocked her hip and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Are you just going to sit there or are we going to get to work?" She demanded. The shadows shifted and she was seized by the waist. She gasped but her cry was cut off by another mouth kissing hers hungrily. She moaned and melted into the embrace. Hands struggled to unfasten the buttons of her shirt and the two toppled to the floor. With a groan broke the kiss and leaned her head back against the gym floor.

"The gym really isn't the place for this, Duncan." She said breathlessly. Duncan held himself over her, staring down at her with those damn eyes of his. He smiled and knelt forward to trail kisses down Erin's neck which sent shivers down her spine. Holding himself up with one arm he ran his other hand down her leg and she moaned softly. His touch sent sparks dancing over her skin.

"Have I told you how much I love silk?" He whispered against her neck. Erin shuttered and pushed him away, landing him flat on his back. He huffed as he landed, his teal eyes finding Erin and narrowing in annoyance. "What was that for?"

"Heather's starting to get suspicious." She said, get up on her knees. "And you're starting to slip." Duncan rolled his eyes.

"I still don't understand why you care so much about everyone else's opinion." He grumbled. Erin ran her fingers through her hair. "It's our life, Erin."

"I'm very well aware of that, Duncan." She snapped. "You just don't understand what it's like trying to keep a spotless rep, to always have to be the good child." Duncan sat up.

"I did at one point. But then I figured out that the rest of the world doesn't give a shit about me, so why try to please it?" He cupped Erin's chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. "Get that through your head, Erin. Who you are in high school means nothing to them, out there." He made a sweeping motion with his arm. "Mommy and daddy can't always make a name for you; you have to make a name for yourself."

"It's a lot easier said than done." She leaned. "I just can't help but wonder what everyone is going to say when they find out. About us I mean."

"To hell what everybody else says. I'm in love with you, Erin McLean, not the rest of this damned school. Their opinions don't matter to me. Besides, opinions are like assholes, everyone has one." Erin laughed, swatting playfully at Duncan's arm.

"You really want to tell everyone, don't you?" She asked softly. Duncan held her gaze and she knew her answer. With a defeated sigh she asked, "When?"

"Tonight."

"What?!" She jumped to her feet. "What do you mean 'tonight'?" Duncan stood slowly, tucking his hands in the pocket of his khakis.

"I mean half the school is going to be at the party tonight. Why don't you and I just go together? That'll be a clear indication that we're together." Erin ran her fingers through her hair again and thought for a minute.

"I can't. I'm supposed to be showing up with Heather." Once again, Duncan rolled his eyes skyward.

"Screw Chang, she can find another hot date for tonight." Erin let out an exasperated sigh. "Meet me by the garden entrance at seven, alright?" She hesitated. If she went through with this it would ruin her reputation at the academy. Her parent's-despite Duncan's parent's high standard in society-would murder her for being in a relationship with the most troublesome boy in school, not to mention she would probably lose all her friends.

But…her mind whispered. Does all of that really matter as long as you're happy? Erin sighed. She and Duncan had been sneaking around for almost two years now and it was starting to get tiring. She was always coming up with some excuse to get away from her friends long enough to meet with him, make out for a bit before having to hurry back. It was really taking a toll on her nerves. Tugging at the hem of her skirt she let out one last defeated sigh.

"Alright. I'll be there." Duncan pulled her close and kissed her fiercely before releasing her.

"I'll see you tonight Doll-face." He said before hurrying out of the gym. Erin slid to the floor, burying her face in her hands.

What the hell did I just get myself into?