Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Island or any of its characters. I only own this plot.

"Seriously? Come on Mom! Why can't I go to my academy?" I whined as we drove down to the highway.

"Haven't we gone over this enough? I told you that we didn't have enough money since the divorce." I crossed my arms and looked out the window. It's been different ever since Total Drama Island; I haven't really kept in touch with anyone, especially that insufferable jerk. I watched as different buildings pasted by, but there was one that was much larger than the others, "Well here we are. You better get registered before it's to late."

"Fine. Bye." I grabbed my bag and got out of the car. I have to admit, I was kind of freaked out. I just hope I could make friends soon that way if I got into any trouble they would have my back. Even though it's unlikely that I would, but you had to be safe here in Toronto.

I walked into one of the classrooms and fortunately saw a teacher sitting at her desk, "Um, excuse me," She looked up with a 'what do you want' look. "Could you help me? I'm new here and need help finding the principal's office."

She smiled, "It's all the way down the hall."

"Thank you so much Miss-

"Miss. Hartley."

"Oh thank you so much Miss. Hartley." I shook hands with her.

"Anytime dear." I walked out of her room, down the hall and into the principal's office. I stood in front of the secretary's desk. She looked up, nodded and handed me my schedule.

"Thank you." I grabbed the paper and walked out. I started skimming over them, "Hm… Chemistry, Composition, History, Spanish, College Algebra, Gym and Health, and my locker number, 385. Seems easy enough." I walked down to my locker, which thank God was near the office. I looked below me, and there was a girl with blonde hair that was in a ponytail. She looked very familiar. She wore a sky blue hoodie with some jean shorts. I knew only one person who wore that outfit, "Bridgette?" She looked up at me and her golden eyes grew wide.

"Oh my gosh! Courtney!" She jumped up and gave me a big hug, "I can't believe you hear!"

"Neither can I. I was supposed to be going to my academy, but we don't have enough money."

"That is so cool, sort of." She had a big smile on her face that instantly changed into a frown, "I'm sorry about your parents."

"It's alright. It was never meant to be for them. Besides that bastard was cheating on my mom for I don't know how long."

She raised an eyebrow at me, "Really? Wow, and you knew about it."

"Well, no but yes. I sort of listened in on one of his conversations with that little whore of his. Okay let's stop talking about this. Is anyone else here?"

"Yes actually everybody is."

I started to whine again, "Even Duncan?"

"Yes even Duncan," She giggled a little, "You still like him don't you?"

I was getting ready to slap her, but Owen ran up to me and gave me a bone-crushing hug, "Hey guys! Courtney's here!" Everyone except Noah, Duncan, Heather and Harold ran up to me.

Luckily Gwen saved me, "Owen! I think the girl wants to live." I tried to nod.

"Oh! Sorry!" He set me down and I took a deep breath.

"So where's everyone else?"

"Well Noah's in the gym reading a book, the queen bitch is home sick and I don't know where Duncan or Harold are." Geoff said, and almost on queue, Duncan comes around the corner with Harold chasing after him.

"Come on Duncan! Give me back my…inhaler. Hey! Look it's…Courtney!" That bonehead actually fell for it. The minute Duncan looked away Harold took the opportunity to grab his inhaler and run although I wish he hadn't. Duncan gave me one of his infamous smirks and walked over.

"Well well, what do we have here? Stalking me Princess?"

"In your dreams," I leaned against him, "I wouldn't waste my time on you." I said teasingly.

"Oh so you want to play hard ball, eh?" He wrapped his arm around me.

I shrugged it off, "Maybe, we are pretty good at it."

"Yeah well I'm going to win. Let's face it, you can't keep your hands off me." He so shouldn't of said that because I punched him in the gut, not hard but hard enough to get him to bend over. He managed to choke out, "Told you, she can't keep her hands off me. That's called hands-on contact."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay then how about foot-to-ass contact." Then I kicked him and what was left of his balance was gone. He fell flat on his face and everyone was laughing at his sorry ass.

"Oh ha ha, that's so funny. Almost as funny as this." He managed to throw me over top of him! It was so tempting, but I had to resist. I'm glad my mom taught me to have self-control. He gave me a deviant smirk, "So?" I slapped him across the face and got out of his grip.

"And you said that I couldn't keep my hands off you, look at you. Hasn't your mom ever told you not to do that?" I asked walking over to the rest of the gang, who were off in a different groups talking about something else.

"Maybe, but tell me when have I ever listened to my parents." He had me there; he never really was much of a listener unless it was something sexual. "So what's your schedule?" I took out the piece of paper and showed it to him. His smirk got even wider, "Well looks like we're going to be spending a lot of together."

I ran over to Bridgette and told her the "bad" news, but instead of following my lead she just giggled which made me giggle. Hopefully he can't hear well. I looked back, and he was giving me a suggestive smirk, which made me blush a bright red. Let's hope I can still play this little game he has me doing.

A/N: This is just chapter one. What will happen to Courtney and Duncan? Will Heather get better? I certainly hope not! Review!!