So I am aware that I have a lot of unfinished stories but I really wanted to finish this and get it out. I started this on September 5th and I am currently working on chapter 5 which would be the last chapter. This story is rather short and I will be uploading around this time every week.

The only bad thing is this takes place Friday; April 20, 2012.

I'll post what day it is before each chapter because I kept changing the date and it got my confused so I'd like to clarify it.

So, that is all for a pre-note.

Enjoy.

Courtney smiled down at Duncan as she pulled up her skirt and zipping it up slowly.

Duncan grinned sloppily at her, not saying a word. He just kept stating at her body and her lacy black bra. She continued to look around the small closet until she found her tight red v-neck sweater. She quickly put it on, covering the body Duncan was lusting over. Duncan sighed as he stood up, pulling up his pants and buckling up his belt.

Courtney smiled at him, snaking her arms around his neck. Duncan quickly moved his calloused hands around her curvy hips. Duncan snuggled in the crook of her neck, giving her small kisses. Courtney giggled as she twisted her head, finding Duncan's lips. Kissing him with as much fervor as before. Courtney gently pushed herself up against his shirtless torso. She parted her lips, allowing Duncan to slide his tongue into her. His small goatee scratching her softly. Duncan wrapped his arms around Courtney holding her close, running his hands inside her shirt feeling the silky skin if her back.

Courtney hoisted herself back, ripping herself from Duncan. He frowned as she pulled herself away from him. His brows flustered together in confusion.

Courtney softly bit her bottom lip as she glanced around snatching her purse from under Duncan's black shirt. He quickly finished fastening his belt while Courtney tossed his shirt around his shoulders pulling both ends closer to her, she leaned forward pecking Duncan on the lips. She let go of the shirt letting it rest on his shoulders, running her delicate fingers down his still bare chest. Courtney giggled softly as he stroked her face.

Courtney quietly glanced down at her black diamond studded wrist watch, "Holy shit! Third period is about the end."

Duncan chuckled, "stay for a bit." he held into her small hand, holding her back. Courtney nodded her head no, "I have to go. Remember, Duncan, this didn't happen. None of this."

Duncan sighed, "I know, sweetheart, you tell me every time. Mum is the word. Silence is golden." Duncan recited her past warnings.

"And remember duck tape is silver." Courtney teased.

Duncan smirked lazily, "kinky."

Courtney glared at him, hitting him softly with her purse. She grunted through get teeth demanding, "listen, Duncan, we do not know each other. We do not talk to each other. And we sure as hell don't like each other. Got it? I'm going to head out now, leave at the bell so no one gets suspicious."

"I got this, Princess," Duncan began, "I won't tell a soul. You know that, imagine if my friends found out I was screwing around with you," he paused and thought for a bit, "actually, maybe I should tell them. Miss goody two shoes Courtney Garcia has the hots for bad boy Duncan Moore. Wouldn't that be something, eh?"

"Oh, shut it!" Courtney screeched, "Your friends might get a kick out of it but my whole reputation is on the line. No one can know about this. I mean it!"

With that Courtney turned her heel opening the closet door and submersing herself into the empty hall ways. She adjusted her skirt softly, making sure she looked prim and proper, just as she had in the beginning of the day. She entered the restroom, pulling her make up out of her purse and fixing any spots that looked messy. The quickly ran her comb through her hair, smoothing out any tangles Duncan had created.

The bell rang, signaling the end of third. Duncan heard his signal. The noise of his class mates filling the hallways rang in his ears. Courtney always made him do this when hey hooked up, he was tired of it but if it made her less hostile and lax then he was willing.

Duncan quickly shrugged his shirt on and slightly opened the door, looking for any signs of teachers or class mates. The crowded halls made it easier for him to merge into without any suspicion. Duncan squeezed himself out the door and softly closed it, walking in the opposite direction Courtney had previously.

He trudged his hand into his jeans as he tucked in his under shirt. He reached up as he walked to his locker, making sure every hair of his lime green mo-hawk was in place. He chuckled to himself, the preppy brunette was hard to crack but once he did get her to like him, well he was one hell of a ride and he was more than willing to oblige. He couldn't resist. They needed a way for their urges to be satisfied, it was teenage hormones and sexual desires. It was how their relationship, or whatever it is supposed to be called, worked.

Duncan opened his locker, reaching for his towel, he wiped off the remaining sweat from his third period rendezvous. He sighed, Courtney was something else.

"Hey Dunc." Duncan glanced up from his locker, there stood his good friend, he told her pretty much everything excluding his Courtney time. Surprisingly he kept his word and hadn't told a soul.

He smirked at his friend, her teal highlights and blue lipstick contrasted against her light skin, Duncan would even dare call her pretty. She was, actually. Duncan just rarely noticed due to the spicy Latina filling his brain to mush.

"Sup Gwen?" he asked nonchalantly.

"You weren't in third," she pointed out, "again." she laughed whole hearted.

Duncan grabbed out his government book, his fourth period. "well you know, I got things to do, people to see."

"More important than ceramics?" Gwen joked.

Duncan let out a laugh as Gwen continued, "one of these day I'm going to figure it out."

Duncan lingered on the thought for a bit. If Gwen figured it out would she go and tell the world, he quickly decided she wouldn't. Maybe she'd even join, Duncan began to grin at the thought of him, Courtney and Gwen smack dad in the middle of school getting it on!

"Duncan?" Gwen questioned.

"Huh?" Duncan replied stupidly.

Gwen urged, "I said that we're going to be late to fourth! Come on, Dreamer Boy!"

She snatched Duncan's wrists, blushing slightly at the contact. As she pulled him away Duncan reached to close his locker shut. He had valuables in there.

Courtney tapped her foot rhythmically, her fourth period being AP calculus BC, the highest math there was in her school. She had done a few years of summer school math to get where she was. It was not just luck and brain for this class.

Her teacher was going over derivatives, a simple subject for Courtney. She sighed as boredom conquered over her. Being sat in the up most corner of the room, she decided to pull out her PDA to check her emails. As she shuffled through her purse she felt her phone softly vibrating. She glances at the screen. Ohh joy Duncan himself had decided to text her. She pressed open now. Her screen read:

I miss you ;)

She sighed, and replied without much thought:

You don't miss me, it's the sex you miss. I thought I said no lovey dovey crap!

She sighed throwing her phone back into her purse, how could Duncan be so insensitive to her feelings, she strictly told him, everything was sexual nothing romantic or heartfelt.

Duncan sighed, sure he liked Courtney and maybe sex before getting together was a bad thing. But nonetheless, he enjoyed it every time, regardless.

Gwen nudged him, whispering, "what's up? You seem glum."

Duncan leaned back in his desk, stretching his 6 foot 2 frame out, "Nothing, just chicks man, confusing as hell."

Gwen quietly nodded at Duncan, pretending she understood. He knew she wouldn't be able to. The whole situation was too complex and would take days to explain to Gwen. He would call him and Courtney friends with benefits except, they weren't friends. They were just two sexy people who enjoyed sexy time with another sexy person. Well that's how Duncan viewed it.

He closed his eyes as his teacher turned off the lights, ready to play a video. He sighed third video this week. Why couldn't Courtney have fourth period TA instead. He wouldn't have to miss Ceramics, instead he could miss government. He had urged her to ditch fourth before but she refused to budge.

The bell rang signaling the school for lunch. Duncan and Gwen walked to their table of punks and misfits. They all sat around joking about the casual passerby. Duncan kept an eye out, glancing around, and just like clockwork, Courtney walked out of her classroom, passing by Duncan's table. Her short black skirt hiked up slightly from her movements. Duncan gawked as her tan flats hit the pavement below. Her hips swaying with each step she took. Oh was Duncan glad he could call that his own, err.. His toy? He didn't know what she was to him. A fuck buddy? But they weren't buddies. Once again confusing!

Duncan felt a harsh elbow shoving him in my rib cage. His friends began to laugh at him. Duncan chucked and he drank some of his water, "she's hot. H-O-T, hot! You can't deny that!" he defended.

Courtney paced her way to the center of the school quad, toward the small stage. The her ASB Vice President Trent Smith sat on one of the benches on the stage. Courtney had urged him to sign up for the position. During her junior year she had a slight crush on the green eyed musician so she convinced him. He stood up from the bench greeting her, handing her the microphone she had previously asked for. Courtney cleared her throat, "attention jaguars!" she faked enthusiasm. A few of Duncan's friends began to gag and make comments about her. Duncan bit back his tongue.

Courtney smiled, "everyone having a happy Thursday?" she laughed, "there is a meeting for freshman council. So little cubs, make your way to room D315. They have cookies! Also, upper classmen, Prom is in three weeks! Boys, remember the date two week rule! Ask your date two weeks ahead of time! Tickets are 85 with out ASB, 80 with ASB, and 150 for couples. See you there!"

Courtney placed the mic back in it's proper placed. She turned to Trent, "hey, come with me to the freshman meeting. Seeing the President and Vice President is sure to excite them!" Courtney spoke eagerly, sure she was well, seeing Duncan but that didn't mean much. They were just having fun and well, she liked Trent. Really liked him.

Trent laughed, standing up, "Guess so."

Courtney smiled as he complied, they walked back the way she came, right past Duncan's table. As she passed by she heard a scoff from the punk table, "preppy bitch."

Normally Courtney would ignore their rude comments but, not today.

Today, she felt a bit feisty.

She turned and walked up to the table, acknowledging her old elementary best friend, Tom. In high school Tom went from nice and innocent to drug infested. Courtney snapped and retorted, "Punk freak."

Courtney smirked, "don't fuck with me Tom. You know I can't mess you up." she smiled at him knowing that he knew that she meant business.

Duncan was the only member of his table to chuckle at her comment, he smiled at her and she smiled back. Duncan turned to his friend and patted his back, "shouldn't mess with the bull, man. You'll get the horns. Specially from that one." he pointed out at Courtney.

Courtney nodded and crossed her arms, turning to face back to Trent and the way which she originally came. Trent abruptly followed her toward the classroom.

Duncan quickly scowled at the thought of Trent, he wasn't going to be getting to Courtney. Especially with Duncan willing to stand in the way.

"I hate those punks!" Courtney screeched to her Asian friend. Her friend ran her hand through her sleek black hair. It was after school and the two were walking to their cars to return home.

"Courtney, they're weird. Everyone knows that." her friend consoled, "they are probably ecstatic one if the cheer captains talked to one of them."

Courtney giggled, "the one with the green hair actually tried to flirt with me, how pathetic!" She was inwardly hoping for the chance to speak of Duncan indirectly with her closest friend; Heather Chang.

Her friend laughed as she unlocked her car, throwing her bag in the passenger seat, "it's sad that they think we're on the same level as them. They don't stand a chance with either of us."

Courtney smiled slightly she was about to speak but her phone ringtone cut her off. She glanced down at her phone it was Duncan. She gulped debating whether or not to pick up the phone-

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Heather questioned as she stared at her reflection in her car's rear view mirror.

"No," Courtney let out, clentching the phone tightly in her hand as the ringing stopped.

Heather snatched out her lip gloss and began reapplying it with the mirrors assistance, "who the hell could that be to where you refuse to answer it?" Heather had asked the question but it sounded more like a demand.

Courtney, who was also one of the Speech and Debate captains held in the answer, for once she seemed hesitant with her answer, "it was, uh- my mom! We got into a huge argument and I do not want to speak to her."

Heather waved it off, she had more important things to do than listen to Courtney insufferable lies, she sighed as she placed her rather large sunglasses on, "mothers these days."

Heather started her car and slammed the door shut, "Later bitch." she announced as she sat down in her silver sports car. She smiled as she revved her car out of the parking space. She lowered the window and toodle-lued to Courtney, "love you!" and with that she drove off. That was Heather for you.

Sure Heather was a bitch but he was upfront and didn't hold back. She might have been manipulative but she sure as hell was not fake, and Courtney liked that.

Courtney walked swiftly to her black car, she got in and drove off to the entrance of the school. As she passed by the rather secluded part of the parking top she noticed infamous party boy, Geoff Parker and vegan extraordinary, Bridgette Helmings making out right next to Geoff's Hummer. Courtney laughed to herself, this ironic new found information would be everywhere before the beginning of first period tomorrow. Courtney quickly texted Heather and a few others what she had just saw.

She lay in bed, not being able to sleep. It was one thirty and she was wide awake. This was not natural. Courtney sighed as she turned in her bed, facing the wall. Her window was shut tight due to the cold April night air. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to control her sleep.

Just as she was about to reach an ultimate slumber a tick came from outside. That small tick awoke Courtney from any possibility of sleep. Courtney huffed turning the other way. The ticking noise clicked once more. Courtney sighed in annoyance. She closed her eyes tightly but inevitably the noise came once more. She opened her eyes. Just as she did so her phone lit up and began to vibrate against her dresser. Courtney huffed, trudging from her bed to her dresser. She squinted her eyes, not used to the light. Great a call from Duncan. She sighed as she cleared her throat, "yes?" she asked.

"Wakey wakey, Sunshine, I'm outside, open your window." he announced. Courtney couldn't comprehend a plausible response so she mumbled okay and walked to her window lifting up the glass frame. She peered out and of course there was Duncan, standing on the side of her house.

He smiled at her, "well you gonna let me in?" he asked.

Courtney moved away from the widow. Opening her bedroom door, listening quietly for her parent's light snore. As if on cue, her dad's monstrous snore was heard faintly down the hall. Bingo. She turned to see Duncan lift his body up and into the room.

Duncan rushed over to Courtney and kissed her softly. He whispered to her, " I really did miss you." Courtney couldn't help her inner schoolgirl from squealing.

She smiled up at him, "same here." they sat down on Courtney's bed and talked. The tense frustration filled the room. The elephant growing larger.

Courtney was the first to mention the topic, "can you promise me something?"

Duncan locked eyes with Courtney, "it matters."

"While we are doing.." Courtney paused trying to find the correct word but settled from something more general, "this," she gestured to them two. Duncan nodded, allowing her to know he understood. She continued, "well could there be just me and you? No outside flirting. Just us."

Duncan hesitated, "I don't know if I can do that."

Courtney's gaze tightened, "I don't want catching anything from you. So if we are to continue you are going to have to do it my way."

Duncan paused, "you mean, like a relationship?"

If Courtney were to have been drinking, she would have spit it all out then are there. She blushed, "oh gosh no! Not like that, I just mean no sex with other people. I don't want to wake up with a disease."

"Now, I guess I can settle for that. Like a relationship but with out any strings. No commitment right?" Duncan laughed.

Courtney sighed, "exactly." she liked commitment just not at that moment in time. Commitment to a club or organization, yes. To a boy, no.

Courtney smiled, Duncan was her friend in a way. Well a friend with benefits. She tilted her head upward, kissing Duncan. Duncan smirked into the kiss as her shifted his weight so that she was lying on her bed. He smirked, she was all his. Without the dreaded ball and chain. She was his toy and he, hers.

And they wanted to keep it that way.

Author Stuff:

So you may be wondering, Theater of the Mind.. a new story? Yes there is.

This is going to be short tho! So like maybe 5 chapters long! So barely any commitment! Just like Courtney and Duncan's relationship in this! lmao

I've really wanted to do this one, which is why I did do it.

I already have all four chapter written out so I will be updating every Sunday around 12 noon (Pacific Standard Time) but that might vary as the demand for this goes up or down.

The next chapter should be longer, and more full of emotions! ;)

There will be NO LEMONS... just implications of them.

-Theater of the Mind

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