A/N: Hello again. I'm not really even sure where this story is going, but I suppose I am just going to wing it. Anyway, here's chapter two.

I do not own any of these characters, nor do I own total drama. I am a sixteen year old girl. And I am also broke as fuck. So yeah. Enjoy.

-Himynameisawks xx

Courtney Pov:

I came into work at nine like usual. It had been a week since I had seen the guy with the stupid mohawk, so there's a plus. His eyes are absolutely captivating, I'll give him that. But me and him? Yeah, right.

Anyway, I was re-shelving some non-fiction, and, speak of the devil.

"Psst," a voice protruded through the bookcase. Ugh, what now? It's not like I could really leave though…

"What is it that you want now, you incompetent imbecile," I hissed through gritted teeth.

He simply held his hands up and mumbled, "Sheesh, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply. "No one did. But, for some reason, you consistently socialize with me, as if the mere fact that I am speaking to you is proof that I adore you. Let me save you the trouble, I do not. So if you would please leave me the hell alone, I would appreciate it greatly. Besides, I know nothing about you, besides your lack of intelligence and respect for the law and authority figures. "

He just kind of stared at me with his head cocked to one side, kind of like the face a confused puppy would make. I placed my hands on my hips in reply.

"Okay so I didn't understand all of that, but it looks like I know you a lot more than you know me. My name is Duncan, by the way, since you seem to not know," he stated.

I nodded. "And what is it that you seem to know?" I breathed out and nearly got lost in the blue of his eyes.

"I know that you hate parties, probably. And I know that you really want to have fun, but you've had that pole shoved up your ass for far too long, and you don't know how." Duncan just gave me that dumb fucking smirk that he always seems to have on his face.

"Go to hell," I spat out at him.

"How about I pose a deal with you?"

Oh god. This is going to end terribly. He doesn't really think this will work, right? "What do you want?" I shifted my weight.

"I'm glad you asked," An evil smile spread across his face. "I want you to come to my friend's party with me. Tonight. And if you do, and you hate it, I will leave you alone forever. I swear." He held one hand up, like they make you do in court.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Forever? No strings attached, you'll leave me alone?" He nodded, and I thought on it for a minute. "While that is an amazing offer," I sighed. "I don't go to parties. And I especially don't go to parties with random punk kids that I just met a week ago. You could be high end criminal, and I would never know," I stated flatly as I placed a book in its empty space.

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun. I promise you." Duncan flashed me his puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah, I've heard that before." I rolled my eyes at him.

"I won't let anything bad happen to you." His electrifying blue eyes held me there for a minute.

"Fine," I muttered, and then walked back to the front desk. I scribbled down my address. "Apartment D." I sighed.

"I'll pick you up at six." And of course, Duncan had that smug, fucking shit eating grin on again.

I am definitely going to regret this.