Hey, guys! I'm back with another story! And this time it is not DxC(exploring outside of my usual boundaries, I'm so excited!), but I'm looking forward to moving on to some other things and am looking forward to how this story will turn out! This is a collabration with a friend of mine named MeAndYouForeverBaby! Hope you guys enjoy!:)

Duncan's POV

How did I-Duncan- get into this? I might have been known as the bad boy of the little town in Canada, but this was going a bit too far. Okay, maybe I went a bit too far.

"You're under arrest, Brat!" The police officer yelled, slamming me against the side of the fence, my back turned towards him. Oh how I wanted to punch the guy in the face. But if I did that would only lead me into more trouble. Which was not what I needed.

Ugh! Time to be serious! I gulped. Now was no time for jokes. No matter how many I was making up in my mind about how most cops are fat and eat donuts.

I was in real trouble now. And it wasn't because I stole some stupid gum from the gas station. Or for being out after curfew. But this time I did something "bad".

*Flashback*

"You, me, 4:15. Right after school, kid." A boy named Ginger said to me. What kind of name was Ginger anyways? Parents must have wanted their child to get beat up in school.

"Whatever, man." I scoff and run a hand casually through my new mohawk. I liked my new style. Red converse, blue jeans, and a black skirt with a white skull in the middle. And to top it off a bright green mohawk at the top of my head. Nothing better to show off my new punk attuitude.

Hopefully people would get the message to back off. This stupid Ginger dude didn't get the memo, though. He was a junior-with such a cocky attuitude if I might add- and for some reason he thought it would be fun if he started to mess with me. But I wasn't having any of that. I had a right to stand up for myself, seeing as I wasn't even doing anything to this punk ass.

"You think I'm joking?" he asked getting up in my face. To damn close if you ask me. So I pushed him away, trying to get him to realize that I wasn't in the mood.

"Sure seemed that way to me." I glare at him. I swear to god, if this guy doesn't walk away soon, I'm going to-.

"You little-." he said, cutting me out of my thoughts. He pulled his arm back and went in for a punch. But I quickly dodged. He went in for another blow to the face, but I blocked it with my arm. I could see his face visably redden. The guy was pissed now. But I didn't care.

Maybe I shouldn't have spoke too soon, because right as his breathing turned back to normal, he went to grab me in his arms. My first reaction was to run, it wasn't like he was going to follow me. But I was wrong, he followed.

The papers went flying and so did the books as we moved through the crowed hallway. Curse words floated in the air and chaos was blooming everywhere.

Students and teachers fell to the ground and yelled out in pain. I had to push away tables that people were carrying to an unknown destination, and jump through big pieces of paper about to be put up for most likely a stupid dance.

I looked back and I had to remind myself that this was all because of me. I was most likely going to get a months worth of detentions. That was only if I was lucky.

The scene was something that would only happen in a movie. The one where the innocent kid was trying to escape the bully and in the end get rewarded for causing total chaos and destroying thousands of dollars worth of property.

Next thing I know I was pushing past the doors to the entrance of high school and out of school into the streets of my hometown.

A construction site was slowly coming up and I had no choice but to go through it. I jumped over the yellow duct tape they put up to keep people out of the way and ran through a bunch of bars and angry construction men with grim all over their faces from a hard days work.

I looked back and the idiot kid, Ginger, was still following me. Guy obviously doesn't know when to stop. So I jumped over a hole in the ground and over some more "Do Not Pass" duct tape right into a shopping center.

There I had to go pass even more people, mostly women in their late twenties to early thirties with baby strollers and their children. The babies in the strollers cried and cried, and I felt really bad. But there was no escaping this now. I started this so I was going to finish it.

But I guess someone called the cops because soon after a cop car was chasing both of us now. And instead of me running away from Ginger, we were both running away from the cops.

Poor Ginger guy tripped on a rock and I was going to stop and help him up, but this was no time to be good. So I kept running. The police were behind me yelling.

At first it was four guys but two were staying behind and hand cuffing Ginger. I was going to put in more of a fight. So I ran and jumped all through out the town until my legs grew weak and my sides hurt.

Soon I was being slammed up against a fence hand cuffed and thrown in a police car about to get sent to juvie.

How am I going to get out of this?