Never Going to Make It
They told me I wouldn't make it, but I did. I was the one to prove them wrong. I went for what I wanted. And I got it.
"YOU WILL NEVER GET ANYWHERE IN LIFE IF YOU KEEP GOING THIS WAY ABOUT THINGS!" My father yelled. I scrunched my face up and winced silently. I hated it when he shouted at me. He rarely did shout at me, but when he did, I hated it.
I hadn't even done anything wrong. I had stayed out a little bit past my curfew. I couldn't help it. If anything, it was Duncan's fault. He had made me stay an extra five minutes more, just so he could squeeze in some more making-out and butt groping. It was all I ever gave him, so he tried to get every moment he could of it.
"But-"
"DON'T 'BUT' ME, COURTNEY MADISON TAYLOR!" My father roared through the house. It was a massive house, almost a mini-mansion, so his screams echoed off the walls. His loud shrieks ran through my body like an ice-cube melting on my tongue. It stung. Badly.
I knew better than to answer back again. I didn't even try to apologize for it. I didn't even feel the need to apologize for what I had done.
"GET TO YOUR ROOM, AND DON'T EXPECT TO BE SEEING DAYLIGHT FOR THE NEXT THREE MONTHS, MISSY!" I scrunched my face up again, but turned on my heel. I ran to my room, tears starting to boil up in my eyes. I jumped on my bed and held my pillow to my face. Hot tears soon stained the purple covers.
I felt like I was worth nothing. I had nothing going for me in life. My grades were slowly worsening. So, I was still getting my A+'s, but the marks had gone from one hundred to ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven, and were still decreasing.
I had stopped listening to my parents. I had always been a rule follower, but everything had just changed. I was not the same old Courtney I had once been. I was growing up, with harsh consequences.
My aspiration in life was to become a Lawyer. Both my parents were Lawyers. Successful ones at that. They had brought me up in their world. I always wanted to be just like them. I wanted to make my parents proud. So, I went out, I got the grades. I did everything I had to to make them proud of me. They were proud of me. Then I met Duncan...
You can't help who you fall in love with. That's how I always see it with Duncan. He is my opposite in every way. He's a boy, I'm a girl. I'm top of the class, he's bottom of the school. He's a punk, I'm a prep. I'm a rule follow, he's a rule breaker. It just was fate that pulled us together. Opposites attract right? Well, they do if you follow Science and not Math, anyway.
Duncan had me head-over-heels as soon as we met. It was when I got asked to tutor him in, well, every subject! That we got close. One day, he took it further and kissed me. I felt all control leave my body. We then ended up making-out on the sofa, but you don't need to know the details.
My bad boy was bad for me. He was the worst influence I could have in life, but he was still mine. I loved him and he loved me. No matter what the price to pay was. Maybe, being a Lawyer just wasn't for me. Maybe I was not cut out for that sort of life. Maybe...
"Courtney?" The young girl whipped her head around, making her long, brown locks twirl in mid-air for a moment. "Mr. Winters called for you, he needs to know if all his paperwork for the case is ready?"
"Oh, yes." Courtney smiled, pulling a pile of papers from the top of the pile towards her. "Tell him I'll hand them in, in the morning."
"Okay." The young girl, presumably her secretary, smiled. "Have a good evening." Courtney looked up to the clock as the girl walked away. Was it really nine o'clock already.
Courtney looked back down to her lap-top and started typing again.
They told me I wouldn't make it, but I did. I was the one to prove them wrong. I went for what I wanted. And I got it.
A/N: Pain...It makes for a oneshot...A crap oneshot...But a oneshot all the same.
I know this may sound a little similar to Ungreatful(I AM AWARE IT IS NOT SPELT LIKE THAT!), but it's pretty much the same emotions going on right now...
Thanks for reading, please review
Chloe