Lol This little story was inspired by an actual event that happend betwen my friends today and I thought it was so wierd, yet hilarious at the same time. Well I hope you all enjoy!

"Hmm, why don't you try drawing a few sketches and go from there." Duncan offered. Gwen glared back, her best friend stood behind her watching her paint with interest.

"Don't you have to work on a project of your own?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I hate the whole essay part." He sat in the chair next to her and twirled the air displacement cold on Gwen's back. Duncan continued in an annoyed tone, "Actually I had Harold do that little part for me; unfortunately I forget tell the little twerp to proof read it."

Gwen sighed, she knew Duncan might try and straddle the final draft on her. He had done this before with the others so it didn't surprise her that he would try and pin work on her as well; she put down her pencil and turned to face him.

"I'm not going to correct anything for you, Juvie, do it yourself." She said flatly. Duncan reached around in his backpack and produced a slushie.

Gwen's eyes widen. He wouldn't! Not Duncan, he was a lot of things but she never thought he'd use blackmail, especially against her. She went back to her project trying her best to act as if the drink had no affect on her.

Sluuuurp. A really long, slow, loud slurp. Gwen winced. She picked up her pencil and tried to draw one straight line. Slll-uuuuuu-rrrrr-ppp.

"Stop it!" Gwen snapped, whirling around to face the other person.

"Huh?" Duncan looked at her wide-eyed with artificial innocence. "What?"

She took a deep breath, she would usually do anything for her friend if he truly needed it, but when it came to schoolwork she father not be his personal slave. She'd bail him out of Jail, let him spend the night when he got into a fight with his father, even make up excuses for him when got caught while doing his usual pranks, but when it came to all the homework he neglected it was where she personally drew the line. She had enough work of her own to deal with.

"Slurping." She said.

"Oh. This?" Sluuuuuuuurp.

"Duncan." She warned through gritted teeth.

"Does it baaawwther you, sweetheart?" Slurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-

Thwak! The drink went flying nearly two feet across the room, and somehow Gwen had hit it the right way so that it landed in the garbage. Duncan stared in bewilderment.

"You-my-what?"

Gwen smirked and proceeded with her artwork in piece as her delinquent friend sat angrily in his chair, silent for the rest of the evening.

Ah don't you just love to annoy your friends like this...but it isn't as enjoyable the other way around, anyway tell me what cha think!^-^