Yes, I know I havn't been on in a while, but i ask for your forgiveness! I hav a feelin this story will make it up 2 u! Dont worry perverts, there shall b perverted stuff in here ;)! And dont worry non- perverts, it wont b 2 graphic!

Well i kno this has nothing 2 do with the story, but has anyone noticed that Duncan is sooooo much like Sawyer from Lost? U c, i was readin I Don't by Showmance, and in one chapter Duncan calls Courtney sweetheart, and it totally reminded me of how in the pilot of lost wen they wer goin 2 get radio recpetion and sawyer says 'im a complexed guy, sweetheart.' 2 kate! And duncan and sawyer hav both been 2 jail, hav nicknames 4 evry1, and hav tht totally hot yet totally annoying smirk. Freaky.

Ok, no more about lost! Im sry!

Disclaimer: I totally, absolutely, 100% (dont) own total drama!

Courtney's P.O.V.

After I was done straightening my hair, I admired myself in the mirror. I was wearing my long sleeved gray Abercrombie shirt, light blue skinny jeans, and gray Aeropostale flip flops. The only makeup I wore was eyeliner and mascara. Needless to say, I looked HOT.

I made my way downstairs and grabbed a banana for breakfast, which I would probably eat in my car on the way to school. I looked at my watch. 7:15. Crap! I had to get going!

I practically flew out the door with barely a wave to my parents. When I was in my Prius (hey it's a pretty awesome car. Conserves energy, great mileage, what's not to love?) I flicked on the radio.

Can we pretend that airplanes, in the night sky, are like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now...

Yeah I could really use a wish, too. I wish I could get to school on time!

I finally made it and bolted out of my car. I was nearly run over by someone on a motorcycle who parked in the space next to mine.

"Watch it, ass!" I spat at him.

He took off his helmet. "You watch it, retard!"

I was nearly blinded by his face. It wasn't that warm out, but it was really sunny, making the light reflect off of his many piercings. And, as if to add insult to injury, he had these striking blue eyes that were so sharp it looked like he could stab you with them.

I just rolled my eyes and walked away, into the school.

I went to my locker and my locker buddy, Bridgette, was already there (Yeah, our school is so low- funded that we still have to share lockers even though we're in 11th grade).

"Hey Courtney! What's up?" Bridgette asked in our usual cheerful manner.

I groaned. "Bridgette, I'm having a mistake day. I can tell."

Bridgette giggled. "You still say that? Courtney, that was 4 years ago!"

I frowned. "Yeah. So?"

Bridgette just shook her head, never the type to argue. See, in 7th grade our math teacher, Ms. Banspach, told us that a mistake day is when nothing goes right, at all, all day. She said you can tell as soon as you wake up that your day is going to be horrible. Yeah, I know, weird thing to talk about in math, but Ms. Banspach liked to tell stories.

I snapped back to reality and realized that Bridgette was walking away. Crap! I had to get my stuff and get to class! I grabbed all my stuff, slammed my locker shut, and started speed walking down the hallway.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, signaling that I had a text. Making sure no teachers were around, I took out my iPhone and read the text. It was from my 9th grade sister, Jessica.

Forgeting something?

Shit! I had been such in a hurry to leave the house that I had forgotten to give her a ride!

"Fuck." I said right as I crashed into someone.

Duncan's P.O.V.

So I had just been taking my time getting to class- and earning a few glares from the teachers for doing this, but I didn't care- when I saw this nerdy kid drop all of his stuff, and I turned to laugh at the dork as I was walking.

I heard someone close to me say fuck, so I turned around to see what hilarious thing happened to them just as this girl walk straight into me, sending us both toppling over.

"Speaking of fuck." I said smirking when I realized we were both on the ground and she was on top of me.

Her blush and curtain of hair hid her face as she jumped off of me, texting on her phone.

"Watch it, ass." She mumbled as she was texting.

Didn't I just hear that somewhere? Oh well. I took time to check her out while she was texting.

Damn. And I mean damn. She had these loooooong legs that were perfectly tanned, as were her arms. She was nice and skinny with a huge chest, which I liked.

I came to my senses, and said "You watch it, retard."

She looked up at me, glaring, when her eyes widened, as did mine.

It was that girl I almost ran over in the parking lot! Well, now I was glad I didn't.

"Hey, I'm Duncan."

"Courtney." She said, still glaring at me. She held out her hand for me to shake, but I just turned around to walk away, smirking to myself.

Always best to leave them hanging.

Brigette's P.O.V.

So I was sitting in Family and Consumer Science, and I was trying to concentrate on the lesson, I really was! But besides trying to ignore Courtney who was telling me some story about her adventures in the hallway, I had to ignore Geoff who was sitting on the other side of me, and let me tell you, that was hard. Not because he was talking to me, but because I couldn't help but stare at the way his right arm involuntarily flexed when he took notes, or the silly way he smiled when he doodled in the corner of his paper...

"-and then the douche had the nerve to just walk away without even shaking my hand! Bridgette, are you even listening to me!"

I snapped out of my trance to find a very pissed offf Courtney looking at me.

"Yeah of course! You said um, well..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"-in a little while. Miss Wotturs, are you even listening to me?" I turned to the front to see Mr. McClean, our FCS teacher, also looking very pissed off. I know this is random, but I always thought it was weird that a 27- year- old guy was teaching Family and Consumer Science.

The whole class turned to me, including Geoff. With Geoff looking at me, well, even if I had known what Mr. McClean had said, I probably would have forgotten.

"Yeah, uh, like, well.." I trailed off again, even more flustered than before.

"Geoff, would you like to tell Miss Wotturs what I was discussing?"

"Sure! You said that we were going to be assigned a partner of the opposite sex to work with on a project for two weeks and that you were going to tell us what the project was in a little while."

I was confused. That was what Geoff had been taking notes on? I looked at his paper and realized again that it was all just doodles. Oh. Well, he still looked super- hot when he drew them.

I was once again interrupted by my thoughts (damn you people! Can't I just sit and think?) when I heard a loud SLAM! causing me to jump about a foot in the air. Geoff chuckled at me, and I my face turned bright red from embarassment.

When I realized that it was just the door to the classroom being slammed open, I blushed more.

"Well nice of you to join us, Mister Lane!" Mr. McClean practically snarled at the kid. I couldn't really blame Mr. C. The kid was over 20 minutes late.

Whatever- his- first- name- is- Lane shrugged and started walking towards a desk in the back.

I noticed Courtney glared at him as he walked by. Oooohhh! I'm gonna have to ask Courtney to tell me about that later. Oh wait, was that what she was talking to me about?

"And now," Mr. McClean started up again. "For your project. Your assignment is to..." He left us hanging in suspense. Wow, he was really good at that. He should have been in show buisness.

He pulled out a huge box and sliced off the tape. "Take care of baby dolls!"

Half of the class groaned, half didn't say anything.

"That's right. You will be paired up with your 'spouse' and you guys need to make sure that this baby is well taken care of for two weeks!" He took out one of the baby dolls.

"Hey!" Courtney said, forgetting to raise her hand. Damn, I should have caught that on tape. "I saw those baby dolls at Wal- Mart! Those are the ones that actually cry and need to be changed and fed."

Mr. McClean nodded. "Yup! Except these dolls have a special feature that you guys won't see coming." He chuckled, kind of freaking me out.

Then, for some reason, it all clicked. Wait, if you were paired up with someone of the opposite sex, that means I could be paired up with Geoff!

My hand shot up in the air.

"Yes, Bridgette?" Mr. McClean asked, surprised. I usually don't participate that much in class.

"Do we get to choose our partners?" I asked, trying to hide the excitement out of my voice.

"No. The partners have all already been chosen by chance."

"Oh." I said. "Well, who are they?"

Just then, the bell rang, and everyone rushed out of their seats.

I groaned inwardly. Just my luck. I hated cliffhanger classes. Now I wouldn't be able to see if I'm partnered with Geoff until tomorrow!

Maybe this was my mistake day too.

Dont u guys hate cliffhangers 2? XP

Dont worry, ill tell u who the partners r nxt time!

And thanks to Showmance, whose story i dont gave me the inspiration 2 rite this. And the realization tht duncan and sawyer r alot alike! Which wuld make duncan mini-mini- sawyer (cuz miles is already mini sawyer!)

Bye ya'll!

-CC