Courtney always thought of Duncan as a big fat pig, only liking people for looks, so obviously, she rejected his advances, which were far more common than they usually were, denying they had no chemistry was simply natural for Courtney, but when Duncan spread rumors, many people were riled up, and believed him. Of course, Courtney was disgusted by the fact that Duncan, the bad boy, had everyone at his fingers. She'd have called him smart, if he was, but his advances came at the worst times, and Courtney always said the same thing...
"No!" Courtney sighed, rolling her eyes, she was currently outside of her school, it was windy, behind her stood Duncan, "I will not go out with you, you're a selfish pig!" She turned to Duncan, whose face still housed a smug smile. "Will you quit smiling!" Courtney hissed, looking down as she dug her hand into her pocket, growling in annoyance.
"Feisty."
Courtney sighed, shaking her head, within the press of a button, Courtney was talking on her phone. "What do you mean, there's traffic?" Asked Courtney, "So, I am STUCK with Duncan?" Courtney breathed in and out, hastily, taking very deep breaths, "If he brain washes me, prepare for surgery!" Courtney whispered, before ending the call. "So, it looks like..." Courtney drifted of, and started coughing. "Smoking? On school premises?" She continued to cough. "Hey!" Courtney was angered, as Duncan did not acknowledge her coughing.
"Huh?" Duncan turned, taking another puff at his cigarette, before breathing out, smoke emitting from his mouth, Courtney gave a squeal and hopped back. "One puff has never hurt anyone." Duncan moved the cigar to Courtney, who edged back.
"Stop it, or I'll throttle you!" She hissed, Duncan moved it to her, Courtney whacked it out of his hand, now she had the smug expression on her face, especially once seeing Duncan dejected once it hit the floor. Courtney shuddered, Duncan stared at her for a few moments, "What?!" Courtney asked, taking notice of this. Duncan gestured for Courtney to follow him, "Follow you? Uh, no."
Duncan smirked, "Scared, are we, Princess?" He taunted. "Scared of taking risks, denting your precious reputation? Scared of the things you'll encounter?" Duncan stepped closer to Courtney. "Face it." He spat next to her, at first, it seemed as if he was aiming directly at her. "You're a prissy, uptight Princess, who will not take any risks." He crossed his arms, awaiting Courtney's reply.
"Oh?" A smile was spread across, Courtney's face, as she walked around Duncan, "Do I not take risks?" Duncan turned to face her directly, this proved immensely difficult as she moved at a fast pace, dizzying Duncan.
"No. You don't." He answered, the same smug tone found in his voice as it was in Courtney's.
"Oh, yeah?" Courtney leaned in, Duncan hopped back, and then chuckled as she puckered up, Duncan squeezed his eyes shut and puckered up. "Gotta, go, sorry!" Duncan's eyes widened as she was already driving away in her parents' yellow car.
"Well played, Princess. Well played." Duncan dug into his pants and found a cigarette packet, he grinned. "Alright, jack-pot!"
Courtney yawned, she leant back in her car, eyes on her PDA, she was typing madly when it was flung up out of her grasp, she barely caught it as it made it's landing. "Mom, what's with the driving?" She hissed, and then gasped, her mom's face was smothered in make-up, tears were stained on her face, with more following, any make-up applied was also trailing down her face, and Courtney now heard frequent whimpers.
Her mother sniffed, smiling weakly. "S-So, how was s-school?"
Courtney's tone was serious, though a trace of concern could be seen in her face. "What happened?"
Duncan's ring tone was heard in his pocket, "Damn," He grabbed the phone out of his pocket and looked at the Caller ID, Duncan groaned, though, he answered the call. "What do YOU want?" The emphasis on the you, show-cased Duncan's rarely used, gruff, angry voice, Duncan chuckled, "Yeah, right, a wuss like you? Nah, quit yanking my chain. D'you want money? Cause you're not getting it."
Duncan took a puff at his cigarette. "Oh, yeah. I want proof. Alright, fine, I'll come, but I am prepared, snitch." He drawled out the last word, venom oozing out, he ended the call with one hard tap, almost cracking his phone's screen.
The next day, Courtney returned to school, though she was usually the one who got there early, she was one of the last, no one could view her face, as much as they all had there eyes glued to every angle she turned to, the look on her face was never shown.
Courtney sighed as she walked out of the class with her Homeroom teacher, she made sure he slammed the door behind him. "What is it?" He asked, trying to think up theories. "Is it something serious?" He said after a while of silence, Courtney nodded, her face scrunched up, noticing this another question was asked. "Are you alright?" Courtney burst out into small sobs.
Duncan's footsteps were heard as he strode down the hallway, "Princess," He smirked, though was visibly shaken when she was crying and upset. "Teach." He nodded to the teacher, before continuing to stride down the hall.
"Are you and him?"
"No!"
Duncan gave a long sigh, he stopped and glanced back at Courtney, "What are they saying?" He was indeed puzzled, Courtney and her Homeroom teacher soon returned into the classroom, though Duncan stood on the spot until a teacher spotted him. "Crap!" He darted towards his classroom, hoping to find it, showing rare nervousness on his face.
"CADET!"
Duncan sighed, stopping in his tracks. "Yes. Mr Hatchet?" Now his usual smirk was on his face. "Gonna send me to the army?"
Mr Hatchet hissed, he loomed over Duncan. "Boy, don't you be testing my patience!" He commanded.
"Why?" Duncan asked, knowing the probable reaction he would get out of Chef's angry expression remained as he stuttered in complete annoyance and confusion, this only had Duncan grinning with glee.
"WHY?!"
"Yeah, all you can do is shout, send me to detention, summer school." Duncan yawned, still smirking. "The usual."
"Thug," Chef insulted, "Get to class." Duncan did so, though, as slow as possible, he was gleaming when he got another negative reaction out of Mr Hatchet, eventually Mr Hatchet walked the other way in such annoyance. "Heh."
Now, it was lunch time, Courtney sat with her group of friends, Duncan was walking towards them, "Uh, it's Duncan." Courtney didn't even turn to him, she shook her head.
"Hey, Princess." Duncan yelled, now jogging to the table, Courtney gave measly groan. "Sup, ladies?" He said to the others, grinning so he would show his pearly whites. They were not amused, he frowned and then focused on Courtney. "So, wanna go out today? Near that grave-yard, right near my house." Courtney sighed so deeply, she had to clutch her chest to make sure that to much pain wasn't going through her body.
"No."
"Alright, then, still a prissy prissy princess, are we?" He taunted.
Courtney snarled and grabbed Duncan's collar, and then pushed him into some popular girls, obviously not on purpose, but Courtney still smiled as he got scolded, blushing ever so slightly.
"Whatever. I'll see you there!" He yelled, before he, Duncan, walked past the popular girls, coughing on them, just to make them scream, which they did.
It was now 7.00, Courtney stood in front of grave-yard, awaiting Duncan's arrival. She dug into her pocket, a growl emitting from her as she had difficulty getting out her phone, and within a press of a button, she was listening to Duncan's phone, ringing, after many minutes of this, Courtney ran across the road, running a few paces to the right, walked up some steps and was about to knock on Duncan's door.
"Doubt he'd be here."
The door was already open.
Courtney slinked in, though she heard the two male voices deep in argument, one whom belonged to Duncan, the other unknown. "So, you killed Courtney's dad?" She heard. Courtney silently gasped, tears flooded her eyes. "No." She resisted the urge to run out and run home, crying.
"Yeah, and I need you to help me."
Courtney's phone was still in her grip, she clicked an app. Courtney looked down, "The voice recording app might just come in handy." She whispered. "I am here," She talked into it, "Listening to a conversation about someone being deceased, the murderer and acquaintance are currently arguing." She only said this to fill anyone who may have been listening to this at a later date in.
"What are you? Mad?! She's the girl I like!"
"Oh, you'll get over it, it's only her dad! And anyway you're helping me cover up his murder, not murder him!" He hissed.
"No, I won't!" Duncan was heard replying.
"Sure. Sure. Just go cheat, son."
Duncan snarled, glass smashing was heard. "Never." Duncan replied, walking out of the room.
Courtney gasped, Duncan and her quickly made eye contact. "Princess." He muttered, she kicked him in the balls and ran out, dashing out gingerly. She dreaded school the next day.
"PRINCESS!" He screeched from behind her, she kept running, now she was panting. She ran on the road, though currently, she was looking behind her. "WATCH OUT!" Duncan bellowed from behind her, making her turn sharply.
Courtney gasped and screamed, before everything went black.