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"Get out." Those were the last words that Courtney Martinez can remember saying to Duncan Evans as she began to throw his belongings out onto the street. The rumors had started as soon as Duncan became friends with Gwen. They worked at the same place, liked the same things and well, they just cliqued. Too bad for Duncan that he was dating Courtney at the time. The brunette had always had her suspicions about the goth girl and her "friendship" with her boyfriend. It was only made worse when Tyler Tanner of all people came to the former C.I.T and informed the girl that he had indeed seen Duncan erm...getting it on with Gwen behind her back. Then she found the black panties.

In all honesty, Courtney knew that this was bound to happen for a while now. The couple's once playful arguments had turned hurtful, at times even physical, and they began to spend more and more time apart. A piece of her had still loved the punk very much, however, and it felt like a stab to her heart when she realized that he was sleeping around. She was betrayed, and as hard as it is to gain Courtney's trust in the first place, it was even harder to get it back. That is why she had been so cold towards Duncan towards the end of their rather rocky relationship. The same Duncan that came into her life and crawled under her skin and made her feel, well...happy. Now all she felt was hurt and anger when she thought of him. Especially anger. The last thing that she recalls about that night was Duncan calling her a heartless bitch as she slammed the door in his face.

That memory couldn't help but pass through Courtney's mind as she got ready for her date. It had been around two years since that night, and two years since she had seen that jackass. Now she had a Harvard law degree under her belt and was about to have dinner with Justin Diamond.

It was one of the swankiest restaurants in all of the North East. Night had fallen over the city of Boston and there Courtney sat across from her date picking at her appetizer. It had been the first date that she had been on since, well Duncan, and the girl definitely thought that she had upgraded.

To any onlooker, the two sitting at the table looked like the perfect couple, at least aesthetically. The young lawyer made sure that she was in the most expensive purple dress that money could buy, and that her hair was tied up in a fashionable high ponytail. She couldn't help the blush that came over her face when Justin grinned at her. He had bronzed skin, killer blue eyes and an impeccable smile. He looked like money and perfection and, naturally, Courtney approved. They had met through a mutual friend, and the first date seemed to be going well.

"So, what do you do for a living?" the brunette asked the man, while they waited for their entrees to be delivered.

"Me? Why, I model," he declared, flashing his perfect teeth at her. A model? Well that certainly is a step up from Duncan. She pushed the thoughts of her ex boyfriend away, however. She didn't want to be thinking about him.

"Oh, that's nice! Who for?"

"Oh, you know, Calvin Klein." Okay, so Justin wasn't just any model. He could tell by the look on Courtney's face that she was impressed, so he went on. "It's pretty neat. I've been all around the world. You know, Paris, Tokyo, New York City, pretty much everywhere," the man bragged.

"I've always wanted to go to Paris." This was true, it had been Courtney's dream since she was a little girl. She almost studied abroad there in college.

"Maybe I can take you one day, if the dates keep going as wonderful as this one is, beautiful." The words just rolled off of Justin's tongue. Courtney couldn't help but to smile at them. She wasn't particularly aware that Justin spent half of the date checking her out, or that he wasn't truly interested in her new job at one of the top law firms in all of Boston, and that he didn't really care about how she met her friend, Bridgette. Justin would smile politely and nod his head at the right times, and Courtney in return laughed at all of his vapid jokes and listened to him go on about his modeling career. There wasn't any real sparks, but the date still seemed to be going well.

It seemed like much longer when Justin dropped Courtney off at her apartment. They walked around the city for a while after dinner. The air had chilled like it usually did around that time of night, and Courtney wound up with Justin's jacket draped around her. It could have been a scene in one of those cliche movies that Bridgette was always forcing the brunette to watch. She kissed him on the cheek before he walked the girl to her door and he promised to call her next time he was in the city.

Courtney walked into her home replaying the date in her head. Justin was rich, attractive and successful. Three of things that she looked for most in a guy. The evening had gone well, although the girl admittedly did not have much to compare to. Courtney was normally too busy for a guy, and the last one she was with broke her heart. Bridgette had always voiced her concerns that Courtney would wind up alone because unwillingness to find a suitor. The blonde had nearly fallen out of her seat when her best friend had announced that she was going on date. She promised Courtney that she would call the girl around ten, and glancing at the clock, it seemed to be around that time. This is why Courtney took it as no surprise when she heard her home phone began to ring. The former C.I.T rolled her eyes and picked it up.

"Bridgette, I just walked in th-"

"Hello, Courtney. It's Caleb Evans. You might remember me from when you dated my brother." Well, she certainty did not expect this. Bridgette was the only one who ever called her house phone, plus she hasn't been in contact with Duncan in years.

"Um, yes, Caleb. Why are you calling? If Duncan needs a lawyer tell him that I'm not interested," she snapped. There was a long silence on the other side of the line and Courtney was about to hang up.

"There was a car accident and…" Another pause. "Courtney, Duncan's dead." Shock washed over the girl as tried to respond but the words seemed stuck in her throat. She simply just hung up the phone. It was supposed to be the night that she was going to move on from him (though, if you asked the girl she would say that she had been over him for quite a while now). He just couldn't be dead.

As much as she didn't want to, and as much as she tried to stop them by attempting to convince herself that Duncan was a prick who probably deserved it, she cried herself to sleep that night. She felt guilty that the man had died hating her, and some part of her felt terrible that she wouldn't be able to hear his voice again. All of these memories of Duncan came flooding back to her, both good and bad. The time that a raccoon had gotten into their house and they named it Britney. How nervous Duncan was to meet her parents. All the double dates that they had went on with Bridgette and Geoff. Their matching tattoos (that Courtney had promptly removed when they broke up). Everything. As she laid muffling tears into her pillowcase she realized a couple of things. The first was how important that Duncan had been in her life. The second was that she regretted how their relationship ended and that she will never get the chance to tell him that.

It had been nearly a week since Courtney received the news, yet she simply carried on as if nothing had happened, despite the constant thoughts of Duncan creeping up in the back of her head. His funeral was scheduled for Friday, for tomorrow, and, regardless of Bridgette's constant pleas, Courtney wasn't planning on attending. The lawyer made sure that her schedule was completely filled for that day, if only to distract her. Courtney simply couldn't go to the funeral. Duncan wouldn't want her at his funeral. He had told her that he never wanted to see her again. It stung the girl to think that he had gotten his wish.

The Hispanic woman had walked through her door on that night, around two hours later than she should have been home because of late client. As much as she didn't want them to be, her thoughts were only on Duncan. The brunette had decided that maybe she would visit his grave once she found the time. She found herself on the phone once again with Bridgette. As much as the girl had loved her best friend, and she did, Courtney could find the blonde real fucking annoying at times- like tonight.

"Court, maybe if you just attend you could get some closure! It would be good for you!" Bridgette pleaded once again, using the same argument as she had been all week.

"I told you nearly six thousand times now that I'm busy!"

"Just move your schedule around! I'm worried about you!" Courtney did feel a twinge of guilt every time that her best friend had thrown those words around.

"I said that I was fine," the brunette meant for those words to come out as strong and reassuring, but her voice didn't match.

"No you're not! Court, please just come to the funeral?"

"No!" and that was the last of it. Frustrated with nearly everything, the lawyer hung up the phone and went to bed, ignoring the fact that it was only eight thirty and she hadn't eaten dinner or taken a shower, or any of the normal things that she typically before bed. She just didn't seem to have the energy for it today. She crawled into her bed and thought of only one thing as she drifted to sleep. Duncan.

The room seemed much colder than Courtney thought it should be. The half-asleep girl pulled the covers towards her but still felt a shiver roll down her spine. Maybe the power went off last night, taking the heat with it. The girl knew that it had to be around four or so in the morning- typically right before she would wake up and drag herself to the gym. She snuggled closer to her pillow, thoughts drifting once again to Duncan. Stupid Duncan who was always on her mind ever since she got that phone call. Stupid cheating Duncan. Stupid, sweet Duncan. Stupid Duncan who shouldn't even be dead. She couldn't help but to groan. Then she heard it.

It was a laugh. It wasn't just any laugh however, it was Duncan's deep chuckle. She would know it anywhere. Courtney thought that she was imagining things, and just tossed and turn some more, in an attempt to cover her ears with her pillow. Then she heard it again. It sounded so real, almost like he was actually there. The girl couldn't decided if it was the stress or the grief that was making her this crazy.

Realizing that it was useless to try to get anymore sleep, she furiously kicked off the covers and hopped out of bed. Maybe going to the gym would do her some good. She flicked on the light in her room and turned to get dressed, but stopped once she saw the blue eyes of her ex boyfriend staring back at her. His signature shit-eating grin was planted on his face as he sized her up and down.

"Sup, babe."

A/N:

Hi! So this idea just sort of came to me, and the first seven chapters along with the penultimate chapter are actually drafted out!

I might post the next chapter tomorrow actually because I'm pretty happy with it (and there won't be as much awkward line breaks I promise).

Anyways, if you liked the story or have anything to say, please leave a review! ^^

Jennavieve~