Same
He made sure that she couldn't see it.
Duncan knew what Courtney wanted him to do. Because, admittedly, they were the same person. Although they were so different, they wanted the same thing, craved the same feelings, did the same damn things.
Courtney wanted him to see that this new guy was all over her. She wanted him to see the way he looked at her, kissed her, the way he acted like he had touched her before.
Duncan knew what she was doing. It was the same shit he pulled when he was with Gwen.
Because, yeah, he liked Gwen a lot, but making Courtney jealous and making her know that she couldn't have him was great. It was knowing that someone who claimed you meant nothing was so… so pissed off because they couldn't be with you anymore! It was invigorating.
And now Courtney was playing it with him. It may have been a few years ago, but he knew she would still have the same choked up feelings about the whole situation. What he hadn't intended was how great her plan would work on him.
Seeing Courtney with another guy, like really with him, not faking it, but really liking someone else kind of broke his heart. He would sometimes kiss her neck and Duncan couldn't help but remember how he used to bite her there. The guy would rest his hand on the small of her back and Duncan would remember how nicely his hand used to fit there.
And when they would kiss, oh, it made him want to scream.
Her lips would curl up and she'd smile. Because she liked it.
And it made Duncan want to kill something. A small animal, the guy himself, just snap a bone, break a vase, something. It hurt. It hurt like nothing else. Because knowing that someone else was claiming something that was once his wouldn't stop eating away at him.
But Duncan couldn't get mad. He knew he had made Courtney feel that way for the longest time, and he had enjoyed every second of it. Sometimes he would feel guilty, but only sometimes, because the truth was that he knew Courtney still loved him. He knew she was still in love with him and that was why he wasn't bothered too much.
And now, he wasn't so sure. As her lips grazed someone else's, as her small hand wrapped around his and left Duncan with a tumbling feeling in the pit of his stomach, he wasn't so sure that she loved him.
But he made sure she couldn't see a thing. Because that was what she wanted him to do. She wanted him to freak out and be jealous and fight for her. Because that was what she did.
And how he missed it.
They were the same person, who both wanted the same thing, but didn't know how to get it. They wanted the other person to love them more. They wanted to be in control. They wanted to be begged, not to be the one begging. They wanted the other to hurt as bad as they did.
But no matter what they wanted, it wasn't changing the fact that slowly, they were breaking each other's hearts.
