Feels like you made a mistake
You made somebody's heart break
But now I have to let you go
I have to let you go

You left a stain
On every one of my good days
But I am stronger than you know
I have to let you go

No one's ever turned you over
No one's tried
To ever let you down,
Beautiful girl
Bless your heart

"Morning Princess."

Without even lifting her head from its' current resting place, the Mess Hall's cold wooden table, Courtney could see in her mind's eye Duncan leering at her. It was way too early to deal with him.

"Bite me"

"Where?" She should've seen that coming. Courtney sat straight up and leveled her best glare at the Mohawk wearing teen. He didn't even flinch. Huffing in the defeat of her own private Cold War, she stormed outside.

I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy baby
I can't live without you
Tell me what I am
supposed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Don't pay no attention to me
I got a disease

Feels like you're making a mess
You're hell on wheels
in a black dress
You drove me to the fire
And left me there to burn

Every little thing you do is tragic
All my life, oh was magic
Beautiful girl
I can't breathe

Duncan grabbed a mug of what he hoped was coffee and unceremoniously collapsed in Courtney's vacated seat. He was pathetic. He was off his game; all because of the preppy, former CIT. She was teasing him and he knew it. Every time he saw her it took all of his willpower not to kidnap her and hide in Chris' tricked out luxury cabin.

I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy baby
I can't live without you
Tell me what I am
supposed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Don't pay no attention to me
I got a disease
I think that I'm sick
But leave me be while
my world is coming down
on me
You taste like honey, honey
Tell me can I be your honey
Be, be strong
Keep telling myself it that
won't take long till
I'm free of my disease

She was a problem for him. A seemingly incurable disease ready to destroy his weakening defenses when the opportunity arose—and it would. He needed help someone to tell him what to do, though he wouldn't admit it. This girl was slowly driving him insane and he was getting sick of her games.

He was tired of feeling unsure and restless; he was done.

Yeah I'm free of my disease
Free of my disease

I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy baby
I can't live without you
Tell me what I am
supposed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Don't pay no attention to me
I got a disease

I think that I'm sick
But leave me be while
my world is coming down
on me
You taste like honey, honey
Tell me can I be your honey
Be, be strong
Keep telling myself it that
won't take long till
I'm free of my disease
Yeah well free of my disease
Free of my disease

Forget her; there were plenty of other girls at the camp that would be more than willing to be his pawn for the duration of the show. They wouldn't cure his disease, but they could help keep it at bay.