Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The characters are © Fresh TV Inc. / Teletoon, but the plot is mine.

"Do not bite at the bait of pleasure, till you know there is no hook beneath it."

Thomas Jefferson

It had been said that opposite personalities attracted each other. A law of science, therefore it could be applied to life in the flesh. Thankfully, repeated offenses by the young and willing to love proved this theory incorrect; in fact, if the product of affection an individual had was completely different without common ground, the relationship faltered and would end shortly after.

That was of course assuming that one of those individuals would stop as soon as the other yielded. If one of the victims of lust were unrelenting then surely common ground could be found and could be taken advantage of.

This was what he was counting on, he did, after all, get what he wanted when he set himself to it. And oh how very tempting the girl was, she was unaware of the thoughts she inspired in him, so blissfully naïve to the indulgences he wished to take within her form. The only problem that arose within his eyes was that the darling girl never gave him a second glance, she was too absorbed within her studies or latest involvement with modern day society to take in the tempting offers he would present to her when no one else could hear. Or was it that had he only fantasized about placing those seeds of deviance into her mind?

He could feel himself shrug in indifference as he sat in the uncomfortable desk, his long frame not finding comfort easily within its metal and wood confines. It was not as if he would not sow the soil and plant those thoughts when the time came, however it was all about timing. Unfortunately, he had never been one to sit back and relax while what he wanted could saunter around and build defenses to the upcoming on slot. The blue eyed man had to constantly remind himself that it was a waiting game and that if he were to catch the ultimate prize he would have to play his cards right, create a cloud of confusion around her, and make her fall. He would be there to catch her only if she understood what he wanted, and what she needed.

As she finished the speech she was giving at the head of the classroom she smiled and waited for the teacher to hand her a compliment on how she did, hands clutched around the index cards and her back rigged. Like clockwork, she ceased to move until the older man sang praises of how she researched the topic flawlessly. He watched as her full lips turned up at the corners and she allowed her shoulders to relax, his own following suit—he failed to notice how he was tense before she had calm downed. The hoppy bounce that she called a walk made him take a deep breath in, even as she gave a light high-five to the blonde haired girl that she associated so closely with, the very same blonde-haired girl that was cavorting around with one of his own friends.

How was it that she could circle around him so closely, yet never pay attention?

How was it that she could circle around him so closely, and he could resist temptation?

He could almost ignore the fact that she looked upon him with distaste, only for her to take long glances at him when she thought he was not looking. She could fake disinterest, but the underlying feeling was there. She had felt the sparks, and it was wrong for her to deny him. Ah, Courtney Callahan thought that she would get away from her senior year unscathed. How wrong she was. She did not understand that Duncan Mahone was not going to give up the long haul to win her over, that his teasing was a view into something more.

The way he figured it, he should have been given a medal for how long he waited. Courtney felt safe with where she was socially, and thought she was confident within herself. Oh, he would do her a favor and make that change. After all, life was not fun without the spontaneous. Who else fit the bill to make her life turn upside down other than he? No one, and he would convince her that walking on the wild side and straight into his embrace would be the best thing she could do.

Tilting his head to the side he heard a pop, followed by the feeling of released pressure. Just as he was about to train his eyes back onto the object of his obsession he heard the bell ring, he could only watch as she twisted her lithe body around and grab her bag. Unfortunately, she didn't turn around to see him, her jaw was moving and he could only guess that she was talking to her friend about potential plans for studying. Frustrated that everyone around him seemed to up their volume as he tried to listen, he stood up from his overly confining desk and listened for what she was saying. "Yeah, Bridgette I totally have to go to the library for like, a half hour. So we can study tomorrow—I don't want to hold you up tonight."

Suddenly Duncan felt as if Christmas had come early and his gift was presented to him in the form of a library trip. Luckily for him the plan could be set in motion far sooner than he ever anticipated, and he was never one to pass up such an opportunity.

Author's Note: Alright, this is my first fanfiction ever. So critique is definitely welcomed, and needed (but I would love other reviews as well, I want to know what you think and what I should change). I never thought I would write a fanfiction for this show, really, and it is more experimental than it is meant for anything else. You know, testing the waters for future stories. But I would love to hear what you think so far! I know it is a bit strange for me to take an obsession twist….still, I like that sort of thing and I just wanted to corrupt the story. :]

Oh, this is also alternate universe. There was no camp, and they are all seniors in high school; at least that is where I plan on them being.

I'm sorry for reposting it, I was playing around with settings and it vanished so…yeah. :[ Sorry for the inconvenience, those of you that read it!