The Hostile Hookup
Okay here is my attempt at a HeatherxDuncan story. Well second attempt actually. This story is slightly AU for a few choice reasons. First of all, this story takes place right after TDI, and I believe in the show TDA takes place just a few days after the end of TDI. In this story the campers were sent home for school before the start of the second season. Second, the characters are about a year older so I'm making them seventeen. Umm cant really think of anything else at the moment. But if there's any confusion let me know and I'll try to clear the air. Other than that...
Enjoy!
There was complete silence in the living area with only the clock ticking counting down the seconds. A man with a unibrow and an obvious head piece sat with a scowl on his face shaking every so often from anger, ready to blow. Next to him sat a kind looking woman with short blonde hair and light blue eyes her eyes glued to the hands in her lap but would every so often look up and look around the tension filled room quickly before going back to watching her hands again. In one of the two easy chairs sat another man slightly handsome with chiseled features and wavy brown hair, in his lap sat a briefcase, sitting up straight he watched with a wary glare at the young man who sat across from him. In the second easy chair sat a boy on the verge of eighteen who shared the older mans unibrow though his had piercing going through it, he had dark hair and a green Mohawk, he sat back easily in the comfy seat looking bored and uncaring as the seconds passed by.
The man with the briefcase checked his watch.
"Is he gonna be much longer?"
"I don't know." grunted the man with the hairpiece.
"He should have been here by now." Fretted the lady standing from her place on the couch she began to make her way toward the kitchen, "I'll call him again!" she called after her, really just happy to leave tension filled room.
"Well if he ain't here in ten minutes I'm leavin." Said the boy easily with an uncaring tone about him.
The man with the briefcase glared. As the other man said angrily,
"You will stay right where you are and count you're lucky stars that we're even doing this for you!"
The boy snorted, "What's all this we stuff? Grandpa's the one with the cash."
Standing from his seat the man bellowed, "And we are the ones who are allowing him to go through with this crazy plan of his! Honestly the only place I would ever think to send you is to jail! It's the only place you'll ever belong!"
"Whatever old man." He said easily looking to the clock on the wall, then grinning he turned his attention back to the angry man, "Nine more minutes." He said to further rile the man.
"DUNCAN!!!" He cried taking a meaningful step toward the now smirking boy.
"Sir!" Said the man with the briefcase also standing, "I'm gonna have to ask you to sit down and cool off." Turning to Duncan he said, "And you are not going anywhere! If you're grandfather is not here in the next thirty minutes I'm sending you straight back to juvey! Do you understand me!?"
Duncan looked to him the bored look back on his face simply saying, "That's for a judge to decide."
He sneered "Possession of stolen property, driving with no license and under the influence of alcohol, running two cars of the road and crashing into a children's daycare center!? No judge is that stupid! If I choose to bring you before a judge not only will they find you guilty and place you back in juvey but after you're eighteenth birthday, which I know is coming soon, you will be sent to a real prison. And stupid little games such as these are no joke over there! And trust me you will be there a long, long time."
Duncan sneered back but said no more.
Both men sat back down, and soon the silence followed again.
Duncan's mother came back into the room, "He's here." She said with just an air of relief about her.
They heard a car pull up and Duncan's father left the room to get the door.
"I tell you what," came a loud boisterous voice from the door that belonged to Duncan's grandfather, "It is hard to find your way around these parts of town! I got lost twice, had to turn around and find my way back again! Jesus, son why'd you choose to move so far?!"
"Dad I told you to let us pay for a cab to go and get you. It's the least we could've done."
"Nonsense, nonsense!" he cried as they both made their way back into the living area. "Well I see everyone's all here and waiting. Let's get down to business shall we."
Duncan's grandfather was a tall and skinny with thin and graying hair. Glasses covered his eyes as he walked in happily a cane in his hand.
The handsome man stood up to shake the elderly man's hand. "Sir, My name is David Yults. I'm Duncan's parole officer."
"Ah yes," The old man squinted trying to get a better look at the younger man as he shook his hand, "Of course. So pray tell what is it that my grandson has done this time?"
Opening his brief case the man said "Sir if you take a look at this the nature, damage property expenses, along with the full gravity of his crimes are all listed here. With a charge like this I'm afraid you're grandson could be looking at ten to fifteen years."
The older man took his time looking through the list looking to his grandson he said, "Duncan it says here that you robbed a convenience store?" Duncan only grunted. "And when the policeman took you're statement about the crash you said you were distracted?"
"Yeah." Duncan said with slight exasperation.
"Hm?" said the old man watching him closely. "By what if you don't mind my asking?"
Duncan felt his lip twitch up in slight amusement. His grandpa already knew what he was distracted by; he knew it was all there in the fine print.
"My buddy riding shot gun was showing me pages from Triple X's Steamy Collage Girls." He finished with a grin that matched his grandfathers.
Duncan's father closed his eyes rubbing his temples a scowl set once again on his face, his mother only mumbled, "Oh dear." Her hands up to cover her mouth. The parole officers brow twitched "Sir please…" he said between clenched teeth.
"HA, HA!" Cried the grandfather laughing with his loud voice, "That there is my grandson all right!"
"I don't think a judge will find this so funny!" Said David Irritably.
"Now, now, don't be like that!" said the grandfather a large grin still on his lips, "I've come here to help my grandson and settle this in a way that would benefit us all."
"I'm listening." David said unconvinced.
"I want you to drop all the charges. And in return I will pay all the damages that were done plus interest."
Duncan's father and mother both stared in awe at the generous offer. Duncan's grandfather had a lot of money he had been very successful in life and had gained large inheritance upon his late wife's death. But if ever Duncan's father were to ever ask for help financially he would always be turned down.
"You can't live your life on someone else's fortunes. You have to go out and make your own!"
Is what Grandfather would always tell him, and even though Duncan's father loved and respected him they had grown apart. Grown distant, from one another. Not on purpose it's just he was out living his life and Grandfather who was retired and usually out traveling was out living his. And Duncan had only seen him maybe three times in his life. It was a very sudden and generous offer indeed!
David raised a brow, "How much interest are you willing to settle for?"
"How about fifty percent?"
"D-dad!?" Cried out Duncan's father as his mother gasped in shock. Duncan watched also with surprise, his eyes shifting from his grandfather to his parole officer then back again. Something didn't seem right.
Raising both brows now David gave a low whistle before saying, "That's quite an offer Sir."
Grandfather only gave a throaty chuckle saying "Does this mean we have a deal?"
"Unfortunately no. The payments over the damages are all well and good but you see Duncan here needs to have at least some kind of form of punishment."
Duncan snorted; David shot him a warning glare.
"Well that's another way I come in." Said Grandfather. "You see my son here was, no is, a good boy and yes I may have spoiled him as a child but I always wanted the best for him. I gave him goals, gave him priorities, made him work to get where he is today! The problem with Duncan is that he doesn't have any goals, and he doesn't have very many opportunities in life."
"I think I need a smoke." Duncan grumbled, irritably.
"I want Duncan to come with me, and become my successor."
Everyone was silent as they stared at the old man in bewilderment.
"He will get the finest education, learn the ways of the business society, and become an outstanding role model of human behavior etiquette."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Just hold up there gramps!" Duncan yelled in outrage. "There is no way I'm becoming some straight laced pocket protector wearing stiff!"
"Duncan, hold your tongue!" Father and son glared at one another.
"Y-you can't be serious!? Grandfather!" cried out Duncan's mom.
David rubbed his chin deep in thought, "I don't know…These crimes are pretty huge."
Grandfather leaned in close to David saying, "Take the deal and I guarantee you, you will never have to worry about arresting my grandson of the streets again!"
David furrowed his brow considering.
"Wait now," Said Duncan's mother "Maybe we should discuss this first."
"Hell no!" yelled Duncan, "There's nothing to discuss! I'd rather take my chances with a judge than sell my soul to this old fart!"
"Watch your mouth Duncan!" Yelled his father, "You know good and well you wouldn't stand a chance with judge!"
"Then take me to jail!" Duncan yelled angrily.
"Duncan!!?" cried his mother in shock.
"I'd rather pay for what I did in solitary confinement than to run around free as some pencil pushing chump with some old guy trying to relive his glory days through me!!" Duncan glared at the old man.
Grandfather only whistled innocently looking away from the scene nonchalantly. Duncan growled as he felt a vein pulse in his temple. He can't remember the last time he saw the old man but he was beginning to remember he could be extremely annoying when he wanted to be. This was pretty much all the time.
David stared at Duncan after his rant before asking. "You would seriously want to go to jail rather than becoming your grandfather's protégé?"
Duncan crossed his arms with a sneer, "Just lock me up and throw away the key." He said with a nod of his head.
David then turned to grandfather with a grin on his face, "He's all yours! I'll talk with a judge get everything straightened out with the payments and he'll be off the hook."
David raised his hand up for grandfather, "And your problem."He finished with a meaningful glare.
Grandfather only returned the grin before grasping his hand in a firm handshake. "You got it!"
"What the Hell!!!" Duncan yelled "You can't just make deals like that! This is my life we're talking about here!"
His briefcase in hand David got up to leave "Good day to you all." Passing by Duncan he grinned, "I believe this will work out well."
"You can believe all you want! Ain't no way I'm going with this old fart!"
"If he gives you any trouble" called back David, "his parents have my number."
"Don't worry about that, there won't be any trouble!" Grandfather called back waving him off.
"Can you all believe this shit!?" Duncan yelled at his parents.
"I said watch your mouth!" yelled his dad angrily.
"I need a drink." Muttered his mom leaving her son and husband to their loud arguing.
"Oh, I'll have a drink with you!" Grandfather said happily as he made to follow her.
~*~*~
Two days later it was a done deal. His parents and his Grandfather had sat together that night and talked about it. His father enjoyed the idea but his mother was more reluctant, but realizing it was either this or her baby boy goes to jail, she finally relented.
The day after he had packed up all his belongings pretty much emptied out his room and his Grandfather had paid off the damages. He had thought for a moment about running away, but he was pretty sure he wouldn't get far before his parole officer had him back in custody and his sentence would probably be worst than before. But then he thought if he could wait it out just long enough for everyone to let their guard down he could probably make it out of town under the radar. Without anyone noticing anything till it was too late. Yes that's what he would do…Just bide his time.
"Your awfully quiet grandson." Said Grandfather from the driver's seat of the car.
On the second day Grandfather and Duncan left his hometown for the three hour car ride that would take them to Grandfather's large house.
"Just thinking." mumbled Duncan looking dully out the window at the cars that passed by.
"We're going to have so much fun grandson! It'll be just like the old days!"
Duncan turned a glare to the old man "What old days? I hardly ever see you!"
Grandfather brought his hand up to chuckle behind his fist "That's so sweet you miss your grandfather."
"I could care less!"
"Its okay grandson," He looked to Duncan with a happy glow about him "I've missed you too."
Duncan felt his eye twitch "Are you even listening to me!?"
"You're gonna love your new school! Riverdale Country High! Only the best of the best can get in, and guess what!? I got you in my boy!"
"Goody." He said sarcastically.
"I know right! It's gonna be awesome having you with me! We can bond like grandfather and grandson."
"Yeah I don't bond, especially with people who are trying to take over my life!"
"Ooh teenage angst!"
"Old man…" Duncan ground out through clenched teeth his patience at their limits.
"How has that TV show thing been going? Total Drama…was it?"
"It's going…" He said.
"You're starting a new season next year huh?"
"Yeah after school lets out…" Duncan blinked "Hey wait a sec how did you know that? You watch the show or something?"
"I follow it from time to time. But yesterday someone had called looking for you one of the producers for the show I believe it was. Yes, they had heard that you were in trouble again and had opted to pay a hefty sum to keep you out of jail so you would be able to come in for the next season, apparently you're a favorite character or something?"
"What!? You didn't tell me this!" Duncan yelled
"You didn't ask." Said his grandfather innocently
"But woo boy! You should have heard the numbers they were willing to pay to get you out of jail! Way more than I would've paid! I bet that if your parole officer had heard that he would have let you go scotch free!" Grandfather laughed, "Ain't that funny boy! If I had come at a later time you'd been off the hook!"
He continued to laugh as Duncan glared angrily at him eyes wide, face red, and veins pumping.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!"
~*~*~
By the time they had arrived at the large estate the sun was sinking and the sky was red. Grandfather had a large knot on his head but was smiling nonetheless.
"Well what do you think grandson!?"
Duncan stared up at the huge house surrounded by gardens and even had a lake in the back. It stood all alone surrounded by trees and fields. From the outside it looked to have had about thirty rooms it was three stories and on the roof there looked to be miniature gargoyles staring down. The old man must have had more money than he had thought.
"Well if you like the outside," Came his grandfathers voice by his side "you're gonna love the inside!"
Luxurious, beautiful, and extremely large! Duncan wagered he could fit twenty of his house inside his grandfather's house.
Grandfather gave Duncan a small tour before bringing him to his bedroom.
The room, like the house, was huge it came with a large bed, big screen TV, a couch, a pool table, a surround sound stereo system, a few arcade games, even a mini fridge. Duncan stared his mouth slightly agape.
"I take it you like this too?" said Grandfather happily.
A slow grin began to form on Duncan's face, "Old man if you had told me all this was waiting for me I would have come a lot easier."
Grandfather smirked "You know luxuries such as these come a lot more often with the opportunities I'll be presenting you with."
Duncan was silent before turning to look at him a mean look on his face, "The price for a soul gets you a lot these days huh?"
Grandfather gave a hurt look, "Why do you make me sound so evil!? I just want someone who will continue my legacies once I'm gone!"
"Which hopefully won't be to long from now." Grumbled Duncan.
Grandpa burst out laughing "You're so funny grandson!" turning to leave he said, "Well, one of the butlers will be up with your bags shortly. You need to be in bed early you start school tomorrow at Riverdale." He continued laughing on his way out.
Duncan scowled as he threw his backpack down on the large bed.
"I hate that guy." He muttered looking out the large window. The red sun was setting leaving behind an inky black sky.
He didn't know what to make of the day.
~*~*~
"Duncan...Duncan?"
Duncan groaned opening his eyes sleepily, to be met with a healthy amount of cleavage in his vision.
"Good morning Duncan. It's time to get up for school." Said a pretty red head leaning down over the now fully awake boy.
He sat up quickly forcing the maid to stand straight again. During his tour of the house Duncan had noticed plenty of pretty maids, all busty wearing the same skimpy maid's outfits. He hated the old man, but he admired his style!
"W-what was that honey?" He said wiping the sleep out his eyes.
She smiled "Your grandfather asked that I get you up for school this morning."
"Oh really?" He asked his lewd grin coming back into play, "Gramps, sure know how to make a guy feel welcome! An early morning pick me up is just what I need!"
The red heads smile become more forced and her eyes no longer friendly as she said, "I don't think your Grandfather would approve."
"He doesn't have to know." Duncan said wiggling a suggestive brow.
She only made a slight sound of disproval before moving away from the still grinning boy.
"I've placed your school uniform on the couch and your breakfast is ready for you on the dining hall table."
She looked to him then a glare still on her pretty features.
"Anything else?"
Duncan's grin became more pronounced, "Is that a trick question?"
She deadpanned, "Very good sir." She said before quickly leaving the room.
"You'll be back honey!" Duncan called out egotistically before making to get out of the bed.
"Wait a second…? School uniform!?"
~*~*~
He trudged down the stairs irritably his backpack in tow. He wore an untucked crisp clean long sleeved white collar shirt, khaki pants, a loose black tie, and a maroon colored blazer with a crest of an R on the right chest.
He had quickly wolfed down his breakfast and had begun to make his way out the door. Standing out on the front porch was another pretty maid looking as though she had been waiting for him this entire time.
She smiled when Duncan came near, "Good morning sir! How are you today?"
"Well I'm feelin a little shitty in this monkey suit. How bout you?" Duncan said already irritated by the day.
The woman's hair was dark and pulled back into a bun her skin was slightly tanned and she spoke with a light Spanish accent.
Her kind smile faltered slightly as she said, "I'm sorry you feel that way sir. Hopefully the rest of the day will be kind to you."
Duncan snorted.
"Your grandfather told me to give you these," She handed Duncan a pair of keys instructing; "This one is for any part of the house, while this one is for the car."
"What car?" Duncan said taking the keys from her.
"He has very many, but he decided to let you drive his Premium Ford Mustang. That one there." She said pointing; though she really didn't need to point it was the only car out. Duncan supposed that the other cars were back in the old man's garage.
Duncan felt his jaw drop; it was beautiful, and it was red!
"No way!" Duncan said as an excited grin slowly formed He made a dash to the car leaving a bewildered maid behind "Are you serious!? This is mine!!??"
Reaching the car he placed a shaky hand on the hood, before falling to his knees. The maid soon ran up beside him crying out, "Duncan sir, are you okay?"
Duncan held out a hand, "Please…," he said dramatically, "No words…just…no words."
She blinked surprised but went along with his request.
"There really must be a god...after all." He finished happily.
"Um…" Said the maid unsurely, "Maybe I should have told you this before, but your Grandfather wanted me to make it clear that you would just be borrowing this car."
Duncan looked to her a glare set on his features.
The pretty maid placed a finger to her chin as she took on a thoughtful look saying, "Now he wanted me to tell you this word for word um… he had said… 'I bet your jaw dropped to the ground when you saw this eh grandson. Well I'll allow you to borrow it from time to time mainly to get you to school and back but if you think I'm giving it to you as a gift or something you're crazy. You would have to be the stupidest sonbitch to ever think that I would just give a beaut like this away.' And then he started to laugh like this, 'HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA-"
"I get it!!!" cried Duncan angrily standing to his feet. "Temporarily or not it's still mine for the moment right!?"
She smiled "That would be correct."
"Awesome!" He said with a grin opening the car door and getting inside loving the feel of the leather seats.
"On the passenger seat I left you a copy of the directions on how to get to school from here."
But Duncan wasn't listening as he revved the car up to life.
She frowned, "Your grandfather also wants me to remind you that if you try any funny stuff he has your parole officer on speed dial!"
"Yeah, yeah." Duncan muttered before he threw the car into drive, smashed on the pedal and flew off down the drive way leaving a disgruntled maid in his dust.
~*~*~
The high school wasn't hard to find mainly because of its size, and Duncan was upset to find it wasn't very far either.
"All this horse power just to go a few blocks." He muttered irritably as he pulled into the driving lot.
The school was two stories but it seemed to stretch out for miles, kids scattered about going where they need to be before the first bell rung all wore the same uniform as him so he was sure he was at the right school. He quickly pulled into a parking spot and found that pretty much every car in the lot was either new or an extremely rare model.
Walking up to the front doors he passed by a group of jocks talking loudly and tossing a football around. A good looking muscular boy with perfect teeth and wavy light brown hair seemed to be the ringleader of the group. Duncan scowled lightly making his way into the school.
Finding the attendance office he made his way up to the front desk to find a smiling old lady with bright red hair her glasses slipping down her nose.
"Can I help you young man?"
"My names Duncan." He grumbled "Today's my first day."
She looked through a file of papers mumbling his name repeatedly as though she could forget at any moment.
"Ah here you are!" She cried in success pulling out his papers "Let's see…Ah I know your grandfather! He's a very good donator for this school and such a card!" she said happily.
"Thanks." Duncan said snatching his papers from the old women not really listening to her.
"Oh wait!" She cried as Duncan began to make his way out.
"This here is a very large school! I'm gonna need to assign someone to show you around or at least show you where your classes are!"
Turning his head to look at her he replied "I'll be fine." Before being knocked down hard to the ground by a runaway student.
"Hey man watch where you're going!" yelled Duncan pushing himself of the ground.
He was met by apologetic brown eyes as a young boy quickly pushed himself of the ground saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! That was really my bad I-I was just in a rush! I should have been watching-"
"Oh Joey! You made it!" Cried the old lady
Joey looked to the old lady a smile on his face "I bet you thought I forgot didn't you?"
"I had my doubts." She said happily.
Placing his back pack on the desk Joey opened it to reveal a small but lovely gift basket filled with chocolates, fragrance candles and lotions, a stuffed bear and flowers.
"Happy Birthday Miss Jenkins!" Said the boy happily.
"Oh my word!" She said in awe at the beautiful basket. "Joey you shouldn't have!"
Joey only smiled proudly "Nothings to good for my favorite attendance counselor!"
Duncan felt his eye twitch, "I think I'm gonna be sick…"
The boy turned back to Duncan a kind smile on his face. He was short he only came up to Duncan's shoulders, he had a tuft of light red hair and freckles were scattered about his face.
"Sorry again I knocked you down; I was trying to get here before the first bell and…"
His voice trailed off as his face transformed into that of awe. "You…"
He said bewildered before pointing an excited finger his eyes wide "You-your Duncan! You were in Total Drama Island!!! You-you-Ohmygod!!!" he said quickly.
Miss Jenkins gave Joey a disapproving look "Now Joey, you know that it's rude to point!"
"No Miss Jenkins! You don't understand this here's a TV star!! You know from that show Total Drama Island!!! That reality TV show!! He made it to the final four!!!"
Duncan smirked proudly, "Yup that would be me!"
But Miss Jenkins only frowned, "Oh, another one of them…" she grumbled.
Duncan furrowed his brow confused but before he could question her Joey said excitedly,
"Y-you're going to school here!!? What am I saying of course you are your wearing the school uniform! M-my names Joey it-it's a great pleasure to meet you, I-I was a huge fan… well not that huge but I loved the episode where totally dominated the dodge ball game you were amazing!!! And the episode where-"
"Listen kid, it's great you're a fan and all but really you're kinda starting to get on my nerves and I really need to get to finding my classes so if you don't mind-"
"Yeah I know I can talk a lot sometimes! M-mainly when I'm nervous b-but I can help show you around you know help you find your classes!!" He said with a hint of hopefulness.
Duncan frowned ready to turn him down but then Miss Jenkins said, "Oh that would be splendid of you Joey; I was just getting ready to assign Duncan a buddy."
"A buddy?" he repeated raising a brow.
Joey snatched the papers out of Duncan's hands quickly looking them over, "Hey we share the same first class!" Duncan snatched them back giving the smaller boy a scowl.
Joey gave a sheepish smile "Uh…sorry. I-I could show you how to get there…Mrs. Doley teaches that class and take it from me you do not want to get on the bad side of her by coming into class late."
Duncan looked from the old lady to the eager boy before giving a grueling sigh, "Alright fine, whatever!"
"Cool! Come on let's go!" Joey said happily as he started making his way toward their first class. "The first bell will be ringing soon and-" He stopped his sentence as a sudden thought ran through his head. "Uh oh…"
He mumbled. Duncan looked to him as he followed easily at the shorter boy's side. "What Uh oh?" he asked.
Joey looked thoughtful before grinning "Nothing, you'll see soon enough." Duncan raised a brow but decided to let it go. He really didn't care either way.
~*~*~
If anything Duncan decided that he liked the school girl skirts the girls were required to wear. Walking down the hall Duncan was pleased to see people doing double takes when he walked by or whispering excitedly to one another as he walked by. He was accustomed to this kind of treatment at his old school but here it seemed new, like a fresh start. Besides all these kids were rich and spoiled and for them to look up to him like he were some kind of celebrity was nothing short of empowering!
So he held his head high with a smug air about him as Joey lead him to their first class. Upon entering the classroom they found all the students up and about talking in their groups, with friends trying to get a few more minutes worth of gossip in before the first bell rung.
"Oh my God! Duncan!?" cried out a bewildered girl having looked up upon the two's arrival. Instantly everyone looked up to Duncan and for a second shock and awe filled the room before,
"Eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" Squealed the girls excitedly as they rushed up to Duncan at once literally trampling over Joey, who could only scream in fear.
The girls crowded Duncan excitedly asking all kinds of questions and wanting autographs. Duncan grinned conceitedly drinking in the limelight. The boys held back staring in surprise and awe talking amongst themselves not quite sure what to make of the situation yet.
Duncan signed autographs and answered questions from the fan girls with easy smiles and flatters on his lips the girls continued their squeals with blushes on their faces.
"This is so cool! I can't believe we have two celebrities at our school now!"
That caught Duncan's attention he looked to the girl, "What do you mean two celebrities?"
The girl's eyes widened "You mean you don't know?"
Duncan was about to ask her 'know what?' but his question was answered by an angry yell that quickly silenced everyone bringing their attentions to the class door.
"What the hell is going on here!?"
Turning Duncan's eyes widened to find himself met face to face with Heather!
She stood there her arms crossed and the familiar scowl on her face which quickly changed to that of shock and surprise when she saw Duncan.
"Heather!?"
"Duncan!?"
They cried simultaneously.
The girls quickly moved away as everyone stared at the two TDI teens who by some chance, some miracle just happened to go to the same school and even more miraculous they shared the same class as well!!!
The whole class stood still…waiting…watching…as though something amazing was about to transpire between the two, and if they so much as blinked they would miss it.
Heather's eyes moved swiftly around her as whispers softly began to lift up above the silence, she looked back to Duncan who also looked around him as everyone continued to talk quietly about them staring at them with anxious eyes.
Something had to happen.
"What are you doing here?" Heather finally said.
Duncan looked to her, "What does it look like? I go to school here."
Heather pursed her lips as she made to move closer to the boy there were four girls who stood with her watching her actions with amused expressions as though expecting something that only Heather would be capable of. Heather's gang.
Duncan frowned deeply as he looked back to Heather.
"You go to school here?"She shook her head, "No, you see that can't be possible. Only the greatest academic minds can go here and no way would you fall in that category."
"No," Duncan said "I fall under the category of having a rich family member."
Heather rolled her eyes "My this school is falling low! It seems they'll let anyone in nowadays."
Some students muttered with agreements at that comment. A slight smile appeared on Heather's face at the slight congruity but it quickly slipped away when she noticed Duncan's eyes were no longer on her face but were now admiring the view her short skirt presented.
"You gotta love these short school girl skirts. I almost forgot how nice your legs looked." He said easily.
The girls giggled amused at this while some of the boys happily agreed with Duncan's statement.
Heather's glare intensified tenfold and the whole class seemed to grow quiet to it. Duncan blinked, obviously Heather had a lot more status here than she had, had at the island.
But instead of throwing a tantrum like it looked like she was going to do she simply shrugged saying, "Spending a few weeks together on an island doesn't mean I need to pretend to know you. It doesn't mean I have to get along with you. And it especially doesn't mean I have to like you."
She walked to him then a mean look on her face the entire time "Anyone who would think otherwise is nothing short of an idiot." She looked around her then, as though daring someone to say so otherwise. They whispered and some diverted their gazes but none said a word of defiance. She looked back to Duncan and smiled almost sweetly, "So just stay out of my way. I won't come into your business and you won't come into mine. Okay?"
It was asked innocently enough but something in her eyes just weren't right, if Duncan knew any better he would have to say that last statement had been a threat. He watched her with a dull expression.
"Do this and I'm sure we'll get along famously."
She then moved to go past him, the four girls following closely behind her and that was it, it should have ended here.
Should have.
A grin formed on Duncan's lips "Hopefully as famously as we got along in the 'Are We There Yeti?' episode."
At this the whispers broke out again though much more pronounced than before. The girls giggled with knowing smiles while the boys shared a grin that matched Duncan's own.
Heather stilled her movements but didn't turn around. Duncan could practically feel her bristling.
"Let me know if you ever wanna cuddle up again sweetheart." Duncan said smugly, earning cheers from the guys and suggestive 'Ooohhhs' from the girls. Duncan completely missed the warning signals Joey was sending him.
Heather turned to him then her eyes ablaze she stormed up to him grabbing the front collar of his shirt she hissed out "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into!!"
Duncan's grin only grew before the classroom door opened with the teacher walking in. completely oblivious as to what was taking place she simply said, "Alright class to your seats, let's begin!"
Heather shot him one more meaningful glare before going to her seat. Duncan smirked straightening out his uniform and looking to find himself an empty seat.
Today was looking promising.
~*~*~
Throughout the rest of the class Duncan could practically feel heather's glare on the back of his head though he paid it no mind. After class Joey tried to tell him something but Duncan had easily brushed him off before ditching him. He really didn't need to be lead around by some kid. The old lady had been right though the classes were hard to find he got lost plenty of times and showed up to the rest of his classes late. He was let of easily enough though since this was his first day.
By lunch he the word of his arrival had successfully spread. Lunch tray in hand he walked with confidence looking for a spot to sit.
"Hey Duncan!" Called Richard, a boy Duncan had met in his third block class. He seemed cool enough. Duncan began to make his way toward him.
Before he felt something hard slam into him from behind. He turned to find a slightly chubby girl leaning onto him awkwardly holding tightly onto his blazer. She seemed to be having trouble standing.
"I-I'm so sorry I was running and… must have slipped on a puddle!"
Duncan grabbed her by the back of her blazer and pulled her to a standing position.
"Geeze I must be a magnet for nerds today or something."
She looked up to him with an irritable frown on her face but then realizing who it was she had crashed into quickly looked back down a blush burning against her cheeks.
"Oh D-duncan I'm so sorry I-"
Duncan raised a bored brow the girl had unruly bushy dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail. And large coke bottle glasses that covered dark brown eyes.
She looked back up to him nervously before "Y-you were one of my favorite characters on the show."
An amused smirk met his lips "Thanks kid. Watch out for puddles." Then he turned to leave only to be met with an unhappy Heather.
"Amanda what are you doing talking to this ex-con!?" she said angrily.
Duncan's smirk grew "Well hello to you too babe." Heather scowled at the old nickname.
Amanda fretted "H-he was just helping me! I had slipped and-"
"Shut up." Heather said simply Amanda quickly shut her mouth. "You got my diet Pepsi right?"
Amanda nodded fervently the soda can held tightly in her grasp. Heather smiled nicely at her "Good go wait for me at the table."
Amanda quickly did as she was told; quickly running to the four girls he had seen Heather with earlier. Heather's friends were pretty and seemed stuck up to Duncan. Of course being Heather's friends that seemed normal. But Amanda seemed out of place among the pretty girls with fake smiles and mean eyes.
"What are you doing with that Amanda chick Heather? I know you're not friends, is she another one of your disposable pawns like Lindsay and Beth?"
Heather stared at him evenly, "Didn't I tell you to stay out of my business?"
He returned her even stare, "You really are up to something aren't you?"
She smirked before passing by him to return to her friends brushing past him she muttered fiercely "You dug your own grave."
Duncan only glared after her warily before making his way over to Richard.
Richard grinned at Duncan when he sat down at the table, "Hey man what were you talking to Heather about?"
"Ah nothing. Man though I forgot how bitchy she can get."
Richard gave a light chuckle "Seriously? You spent like nearly eight weeks with her on an Island!"
"Yeah but we were on separate teams most the time." Duncan grinned back.
And it continued on like that for a while talking about the show, his classes so far, and what he thought of the school. Until Heather's voice called out over cafeteria standing on one of the lunch tables she spoke loudly trying to gain everyone's attention.
"Okay everybody! Now I know you've all heard the rumors going around the school and I just wanna be the first to tell you…They're all true!"
Everyone looked to Heather. Duncan doesn't believe he's ever seen everyone just drop what they were doing just because a student was making a speech.
She continued "We have a new celebrity in our school!" Duncan felt everyone's eyes on him. He frowned.
Heather turned a phony smile to him "Welcome to Riverdale Country High Duncan!" And she clapped which caused everyone else to clap with her,
"And as a sort of celebrity myself and also a competitor who made to the finale three on the show I want to give Duncan an official welcome!"
Her grin became menacing "Welcome to our school!" Then she looked to one of her friends giving a nod. The other girl stood all the way on the other side of the cafeteria, a cord in her hands. Getting the signal from Heather she pulled down hard. This caused the roof tile over Duncan's head to slide back which in turn released a torrent of smelly, disgusting, festering garbage onto the unsuspecting boy.
The school stared in shock as Duncan slowly stood up, the piles of garbage rolling messily off him the boys he sat with moved away from him holding their noses muttering about the smell. Seconds ticked by slowly. Then a chuckle was heard, followed by a light snort of laughter, and then another, and another, and another till it wasn't long before the whole cafeteria was laughing.
A horrible scowl was set on his face as he moved away from the table and made his way slowly out the cafeteria, he ignored the laughter around him and only looked back to catch Heather's smug and mean gaze with his angry piercing blue eyes.
This was not over.
Not by a long shot.
~*~*~
He didn't know why he had gone to the nurse's office to see what could be done. It just seemed like a good idea at the time. They had tried to wipe him down with moist wipes all the time giving him disapproving looks like it was him who had decided to pour garbage all over his self. Finally they gave up and opted for him to just head to the gym and see if they had an extra pair of gym cloths he could use. Then they gave him pass that would excuse his tardiness.
But Duncan didn't go to the gym, and he didn't plan on going to class either. Instead he went out of one the school's many side doors, sat on the stoop and light up a cigarette waiting for the day to end.
After the last bell rung everyone came rushing out glade to be free for the day. Some students came out the side door next to wear Duncan sat. He watched as they would whisper about him or chuckle as they passed by him. Or loudly complain 'what's that smell!?' while making a show of waving their hands in front of their noses.
Duncan would glare but say no more.
A few minutes later and the school was pretty much empty. And still he sat not really wanting to go back to the old man's house.
Seconds passed, then minutes, then hours. The sky was now an orange red splotched with dark clouds and still he sat.
Loud talking soon met his ears, turning his head he saw a group of boys making his toward him. They were still dressed in their school uniforms though not as formally. Some held their blazers in their hands, their shirts were untucked, ties loose, with their sleeves rolled up slightly. On their shoulders along with their back packs most of them carried duffel bags. Duncan hadn't seen where they had come from but he was pretty sure it was the foot ball fields. Jocks.
They didn't notice Duncan until they passed by him then one of them looked to him did a double take then stopped.
"Hey guys ain't that the new Total Drama kid? Garbage boy!?"
Garbage boy??!!!
The others stopped to look to Duncan, "Oh yeah! It is him!" They cried coming closer.
Duncan scowled.
"How was your first day garbage boy?" said one of the jocks the others laughed.
Duncan raised a brow, "It was just fine, Nancy thanks for asking."
Slight irritation crossed his features, "What'd you call me?"
Duncan gave an easy shrug, "I called you Nancy. You know since you gave me a nickname I thought it was only fair I return the favor."
Another boy snorted, "Listen your new here, so I'm going to tell you how things work here. We don't give a damn how famous you think you are, If you step outta line with us we will make your years here a living hell do you understand that?"
"Do you understand that I really don't give a flying f-"
Someone grabbed him by the collar of his shirt lifting him roughly on his feet. A muscular boy with wavy light brown hair. The ring leader.
"I would really think carefully of the next words that leave your mouth." He said his voice calm yet at the same time menacing.
Duncan growled "Let me rephrase it then."
And with a swift blow punched him hard in the stomach. Taking his surprise and pain to his advantage Duncan pulled back and threw another punch at his face.
It was then that the other jocks processed what was going on and wasted no time to overpowering Duncan and giving him a gang beating of nine against one.
A loud whistling quickly caught their attention and in fear of being thrown out of this weekend's game they quickly dispersed with cries of "Hurry up man!", "Let's get out of here!" and "Oh shit it's coach!"
Leaving a mess of a boy picking himself slowly of the ground they were gone in flash except the ring leader who returned to give Duncan a hard kick in the ribs before rushing of again.
Duncan coughed painfully as he tried picking himself once more of the ground. He heard footsteps running quick towards him,
"Oh my god! Duncan are you okay!?"
Joey.
Duncan groaned. Joey knelt next to him grabbing a hold of his arm and helping him to sit back down on the school's stoop.
"Oh my god you're bleeding! Wait here I'll go get the nurse, no wait a second it's late the nurse has already left!" the smaller boy fretted, "Okay just breath, breath-"
"Joey…" Duncan groaned out.
"I-it's okay you're gonna be fine! Just keep breathing!!!"
"Joey!" Duncan tried again with more force, "Shut up, and give me a minute!"
Joey quickly did as he was told watching Duncan's labored breathing with worried eyes. Duncan rolled his tongue around in his mouth tasting blood; he must have bite hard on his tongue. He spat out the red liquid with a grimace before lowering his head down into his hands, he was feeling one monster of a headache coming on.
After a moments silence Joey said "A-are you okay…?"
Duncan nodded, before gruffly asking "What are you doing here still?"
"I stayed for football practice!" he said quickly.
Duncan gave him a look.
"I-I'm the water boy." He mumbled embarrassedly.
Duncan nodded again before looking away.
Silence again then, "I'm sorry about what happened at lunch today."
Duncan said nothing.
"H-heather can be…she can be a…a…a real bully!" they sat in silence again before Joey said, "Please don't tell Heather I said that!"
Duncan wiped some blood he felt trickling from his lip before saying slowly, "Heather…has a lot of status here…doesn't she?"
Joey looked to him, "Well yeah, I mean even before Heather left for the show, she was the queen bee. You see her father is some big shot lawyer and has so many connections he pretty much runs this town. She can be as mean as she wants and no one's going to go up against her…I-I tried to stop you this morning in class. She can ruin your life much more than those jocks."
Duncan scoffed, "I'm not afraid of Heather. Trust me I'm gonna get her back."
Joey gave Duncan a worried look, "Uh I don't think that would be a good idea."
"She may have all you rich spoiled valley kids under her thumb but not me!" Duncan scowled angrily.
Something flashed across Joeys face quickly before it turned solemn, "Going up against Heather is not a good idea, Duncan. I mean this morning you were just as popular as her, and as soon as she pulled her prank she pretty much just shunned you out. Not only that but it was also a message to everyone else not to get close to you."
Duncan glared "I don't care about that. I just wanna get even."
"…I'm warning you Duncan, this isn't like how it was on the island. Things here are different…"
Duncan didn't say anything he seemed lost in thought. Joey's frown deepened as the silence dragged on.
"Well alright then…" Joey said pushing himself up off the stoop. "Um…you need a ride?"
Duncan shook his head no.
"See you tomorrow then." He said before walking off. Then turning he called back, "Make sure to get your bruises looked at!"
Then he walked off.
~*~*~
Few more hours later Duncan was having another smoke debating if now would be a good time to be heading home. Then he saw a car pull up in the empty parking lot. He looked on with a bored expression. Who would be here this late?
~*~*~
Heather and her friends stepped out of the car wearing dark clothes and baggy hoodies. They spoke quietly with excitement to one another as they made their way up to the school doors. Heather smiled with glee, "Okay Amanda turn off the alarms."
Amanda stooped down placing her laptop down on the ground. She hacked into the school's control system, and with just a few seconds typing on the computer mumbled,
"Okay the systems down."
Taking out a large crowbar it took all the girls to force the large school doors open. But once it was done they quickly made their way inside.
Closing the doors behind them a pretty brunette asked "Are there any cameras inside?"
"They should be turned off." Said Amanda but they waited till she pulled back her hoodie before they pulled back theirs.
"Alright, girls!" Heather said happily, "You know what to do!"
Heather's four friends quickly split up, running into the bathrooms, blocking the drains to the sinks and turning on the water's till they overflowed. They stuffed the toilets and flushed them till they overflowed, then they would tape down the push button on the water fountains and block the drain so they overflowed. They did this to any and every sink, toilet and fountain they could find, giggling and laughing the entire time.
Amanda toiled away with the school's main thermostat, a flashlight held firmly in her mouth so she could see clearly what wires she was messing with.
By the time Heather and her friends were done there was a slight sheen of water blanketing most of the schools hallways, they rushed back to Amanda.
"Are you done yet?" one of the girls asked.
"Mmmm, mmm, mm." she said.
Rolling her eyes the girl took the flashlight out of Amanda's mouth.
"Um, almost. It's kinda hard, fixing the wiring so it can reach as low as the temperatures in Antarctica…"
"But you can do it right?" Asked Heather her voice low and slightly threatening.
"O-of course I can!" said Amanda quickly, nervously.
Heather grinned "Excellent, girls, this is going to go down as the most, best senior prank pulled in the history of Riverdale!"
Heather and her friends all squealed happily! Completely unaware of the punk who stood watching from the second floor who had caught the whole thing on his camera phone.
A mean grin formed on his lips "Gotcha!" he said to no one in particular.
~TBC~
What do you think so far? Did I make Heather too mean or just right? Or is there no possible way to not make Heather too mean!? =b Sorry the chapter was so long but I needed everything to get to a certain point while introducing everyone in. Anyway tell me what you think so far!
Peace-)AR