A/N: Okay, so the other night this idea kind of came to me. I mean I had little ideas of how this story would go, but I'm not so sure. Here are some things I want to address:

1.) I know I'm currently in the process of writing three other stories, but to be honest I've kinda lost interest in Break and Enter, aaaaand I will continue writing it, but I've gotten to a point in the story where let's face it I'm lost...I really don't have many ideas for it at the moment, and as soon as I do I'll continue writing, which trust me I've sat down for a while thinking of where to go next, but haven't come up with anything.

2.) My TDI ABC's story will continue daily, because it takes about 30-45 minutes to knock out each chapter it's just the weekends are INSANE for me that's why I haven't updated.

3.) In this story I think I'm going to try to bring out more of the...bad ass demanding side of Duncan, and the uptight, yet easily giving in side of Courtney (in other words I'm still going to make her uptight, but less stubborn, and more easy to give in.) I just thought that would be more fun to write about. Haha.

4.) This story...I'm debating on keeping it T, or bumping it up to M, because...things might get somewhat smutty (if that's even a word), but for now I'll keep it T, and if I get enough reviews, then I'll either go with what I think is best, or whatever you guys want.

5.) Disclaimer: I own nothing, and TDI never happened.

6.) R&R and enjoy!

~ApPeAl2rEaSoN

Courtney:

High school, the most out of control, irresponsible, and horny places in the world. Sometimes I wonder how I, Courtney Reynolds, put up with this shit daily.

It was Monday at Montreal West High school, and as usual I was early to school, because being late wasn't an option for me if I wanted to get into a decent college after this hellhole was over, and even though it was only half way through my Junior year it didn't hurt to start applying to the top colleges, ones like Harvard, Sandford, Yale, etc.

I was currently at my locker reorganising it from the long weekend I had just returned from. Placing all my textbooks in alphabetical order, adjusting my binders so they didn't seem so messy, straightening out my pencil holder, and removing all the unwanted pieces of trash that inhabited the bottom of my spotless locker when I heard someone call my name.

"Courtney!" A familiar, friendly voice called for me. I turned around to face my best friend, Bridgette Harper. We had been best friends since grade school, and seemed to be closer and closer as each ear progressed. She was your typical surfer chick. She had beach blonde hair that was always up in a pony tail (now that I think about it I don't think I've seen her with her hair down more that once or twice before). She had olive green eyes that always seemed to brighten anyone up even on their worse days, she was wearing light pink jacket with a white low cut tank top under it, a pair of dark, well fitting jeans, and her silver flats. Unlike most girls at our school, Bridgette refused to wear heels since she wasn't the most coordinated person on land.

I smiled at her who was now breathing slightly heavy. "What's up Bridge?" I asked her.

"You won't believe what went down over the weekend." She told me.

"Hmmm, did you endure yet another horrifying three hour make-out session with Geoff?" I asked sarcastically.

"Ha ha." She mocked. "No, okay...maybe, but that's not what I was going to say." I laughed at my carefree friend. She was so obsessed over this guy. Not like it was a bad thing, Geoff was a great guy, and I totally approved of him for my best friend, but I swear you couldn't get those two alone without being all over each other. In a way it was...disgusting.

"Alright then, what were you going to say?" I asked grabbing the items I needed for first period History continuing to listen to Bridgette go on.

"Guess who broke up!" She spat. Still going through my locker not really caring about the whole High School romance I took a pathetic guess.

"Umm, Gwen and Trent?" Even though I wasn't facing her I knew she seemed shocked.

"What? No!"

"Oh, sorry. Then who Bridge." I asked pretending to care.

"Heather Chambers and Duncan Reid." She shouted. I scoffed, rolling my eyes before shutting my locker.

"And I should care about this why?" I asked somewhat annoyed that she took up precious time of my morning to share the two whore's breakup.

"Umm, Court, everyone cares...this is kinda a big deal." She began.

"What's a big deal?" A curious voice asked. Bridgette and I both turned our direction towards Gwen, another good friend of Bridgette. Personally, I didn't care for her. In a way I thought she was kind of weird. She was your average...well, maybe not 'average' goth. She had dyed black hair with blue streaks and tips, extremely dark eyes ones that seemed almost an unreal shade to me, she had on black lipstick, and was wearing a black corset top that had blue lacing to match her hair I'm assuming, she also had on a short dark skirt, black fish net leggings, and her usual black combat boots.

She thought the two of us were friends, but honestly I didn't enjoy being seen around her outside of school. I could only tolerate her the eight hours they kept us in school for. I mean, she was nice and all, but her attitude was so negative, and let's face it pessimists and I didn't get along well.

Bridgette smiled at her close friend before answering, "That Duncan and Heather broke up."

Gwen stood there and smiled. "Ohhh, get out?" She shouted elated.

"Yep." Bridgette confirmed.

"Haha, good. That's what that skinny fucker gets." Gwen glared evilly. I'm not sure exactly what it was, but something had went down between Heather and Gwen a few years ago, and ever since Heather had sworn to make Gwen's life miserable. I'll have to admit she actually has done quite a good job at it.

"Jeez Gwen, I knew you were going to be in a good mood from this, but really?" Bridgette teased as we started walking down the hall.

"Oh come on Bridge! Heather's a skank that deserves to have her heartbroken!"

"Well, I don't know if she's 'heartbroken.'" Bridgette stated receiving curious stares from both Gwen and I.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gwen asked.

"Well, Geoff's somewhat good friends with Duncan, and he said Duncan told him he found out Heather had been cheating on him with that new kid, Alejandro something..."

"Mendez?" I asked now amused by this conversation.

"Yeah, I think. The one in our English class." Bridgette told me.

"Haha, that's actually quite amusing." I snickered at the thought of the school's heart throb being cheated on by a new comer.

"So...Heather's not upset?" Gwen asked confused.

"From what I heard no, not really, but I heard Duncan's pretty pissed over this whole scenario." Bridgette said.

"Well, that's what he gets for dating the school slut." I spoke still somewhat amused.

"Yeah, well, it's not going to last long." Bridgette told us.

"Mhmm." Gwen agreed.

"Wait, what do you guys mean?" I asked confused.

"Oh, come on Court. It's Duncan Reid we're talking about. He might be single for now, but trust me, he's on the hunt for a new 'girl toy,' and he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants." Bridgette explains.

"Yeah, and that means all the single Junior girls are up for grabs." Gwen adds.

"Okay," I said still trying to process what they were saying. "But why are you two telling me this?"

"Let's face it Court, out of the three of us you're the only single one, which means you're up for grabs." Bridgette told me stopping in the middle of the hall, and resting a hand on my shoulder, which I quickly shook off.

"There is no way in hell that I need to be warned about...that delinquent." I told them. "Plus, what makes you think out of all the girls at this school he'd choose me? I mean...I've never spoken more than three words to the g-"

"Yo, Princess, mind if I talk to you for a minute." A deep husky voice interrupted. I quickly turned around to be face to face with a familiar delinquent that only seconds ago I was talking about.

"A-are you talking to me?" I asked a bit shocked. In my peripheralvision I could see Bridgette counting the words I said, and both her and Gwen began to snicker.

"Nawh, I'm talking to the invisible chick next to you." He sneered rolling his eyes. "Who the fuck else would I be talking to?" He said pointing behind me. I turned to see I was no longer accompanied by my so called 'friends.' "Great batch a friends there you got Princess." He teased.

"I-uh..." I began looking in the direction where my friends had taken off. I sighed. "What do you want?" I asked him a bit annoyed.

"Am I not allowed to just talk to you?" He asked allowing me to take a good look at him. He was tall, at least a head taller than me, and I was tall for a girl. His hair was a train wreck as usual, it was in his signature mohawk, which was in bad need of a good dye since only the tips of his pitch black hair was covered in green. His eyes, probably the reason he got all the ladies were the purest color of blue you'd ever seen. Even I had to admit they were breathtakingly gorgeous. He wore multiple piercings: two on his left ear, one on his right, one in his nose, on his left eyebrow, and when he talked I managed to spot one on his tongue. How disgusting. His appearance never seemed to change, today, he was wearing a tight black Skillet shirt showing off he impressively built arms, and even showing off the six pack he was sporting under it, he wore a dark baggy pair of jeans with a silver chain attached, also slightly revealing his red boxers, and as usual he was wearing his dirty, worn out red High Top Converse.

"I'm sorry, but am I distracting you?" He teased as he caught me staring at him. "I know it's hard for girls to contain themselves when they're around me, but you," he chuckled. "I'm actually surprised." He said before sending a wink my way.

I rolled my eyes not impressed. "Why don't you just leave me alone?" I suggested. "I need to be getting to class." This was when he rolled his eyes at me.

"I think you can wait five minutes Princess."

"Okay, knock it off with the pet names!" I shouted at him. "I do have a name you know."

"Yeah, I know Courtney." He said surprising me.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"We have like...every class together. How could I not know your name?" Oh, he was good. "Yeah, believe it or not, but I do pay attention to the intereting things in class." He said looking me up and down with a stupid smirk plastered across his face.

"Pervert." I told him. "Shouldn't you be getting back to your girlfriend?" I spat knowing it was a delicate subject for him.

His brows furrowed before he answered. "Didn't you hear Princess," he said emphasizing the nickname I already told him I hated. "We broke up."

"Awwh," I said faking sympathy for him. "I'm sorry." I lied.

"Don't be babe," he told me. "That only means I'm looking for a new girl." He smirked evilly as the bell for first period rang. "I'll see you in Biology." He winked before leaving me alone in the hallways completely confused, and a bit nervous.

A/N: Well, what do you think so far? Should I continue, because I have loads of ideas for this story, and I can't wait to unleash them on all you viewers.

Haha, but anyways tell me what you think. Good? Bad? Review!