*So, here's the next onshot! It's Greece, of course, but this one is told in third person (no one's) POV. It is sort of Gwen-centric, though. I have mixed feelings on this piece; I kind of like it, but I'm not sure if it's very good...Anyways, I had tons of fun writing it, and I hope you have even more fun reading it :)*
Gwen silently breathed a sigh of relief, full of glee over the fact that Duncan hadn't gotten eliminated that night. She wedged herself back into the shadows as the remaining members of Team Chris is Really, Really, Really, Really Hot and Chris himself strode out of the elimination chamber. Upon the last intern's exit, she realized that the green-haired delinquent hadn't filed out with the rest of them. Curiously, she poked her head out from behind a wooden tiki statue and spotted the boy in the same position he was in when she had last peeked out, except now he had his eyes shut and was rubbing his temple every once and a while. Silently, the Goth stepped out of her hiding place.
"Uh...hey." She greeted, her voice an almost whisper. Duncan looked up immediately, and his usually hard expression softened to that of an almost awkward and nervous one.
"hey!" He repeated quietly. She silently sat down next to him on the wooden bleacher. She then noticed what the other teen was poking at. on the left side of his forehead, there was a purplish-green bruise about the size of, oh, say Cody's fist covering almost the entire side of his head. A long scratch cut through the middle of the bruise, causing the red specks of fresh blood to sparkle in the artificial light. Gwen bit her bottom lip and inhaled to create a hissing noise.
"Ouch. Do you want me to get you a bandage?" She asked, her eyes not moving from the disgusting injury.
"Nah, it's not that bad, just a little knick, you know?" He asked.
"Uh, no, I don't know. A little knick is when you get a paper-cut or a blister bursts. This-" She said, pointing directly to the gash, "is a big gaping hole in your head!" She explained to him in a raised voice. Duncan snickered at his...current love interest (?)'s worry.
"Don't worry about it, Doll. I've gone through a lot more painful crap at the yard." Gwen's expression turned playful and sly as she began to tease Duncan.
"So getting in a fist fight with a local gang leader at rec time in juvie knocked you out, too?" Gwen asked, smirking bemusedly. Duncan's expression quickly became unamused with the Goth's teasing.
"For the record, Sweetheart, that little twerp didn't hit me that hard. I just took a dive so he would feel better." He reasoned. They both knew that it was a lie. Cody had, in fact, knocked everyone's favorite delinquent out cold, but Duncan was far too proud to admit that he lost a fight to something that wasn't covered in fur. (As his luck with wrestling animals wasn't as good as his luck with fighting actual people.) Gwen giggled.
"Oh really?" She asked, unable to wipe the smug expression from her ashen face.
"Believe it." Duncan said with his eyes closed. Gwen rolled her eyes in a disbelieving way and propped her body up with her palms pressing on either side of the bench. The two sat in a both comfortable and uncomfortable silence for a moment. The silence was comfortable because that's just how it is with Duncan and Gwen; They're comfortable with each other. The discomfort came from their own hidden uncertainties of where exactly they stand with one another. Duncan was positive that he had more than just a 'friend' thing for the teal-haired girl next to her, while said teal-haired girl was still unsure whether or not Duncan's feelings were true. Duncan was the first to break the string of silence. "Why did the dork go after me?" Duncan questioned. Gwen shrugged while she answered.
"I'm the 'love of his life' apparently." Gwen said in a flat and totally unimpressed tone, "He's jealous of you."
"Isn't everyone?" Duncan asked in a flat tone much like Gwen's. Wow, he's conceited.
"No, everyone's only jealous of you because you're hot and you have a million dollars." Gwen answered quickly and truthfully. Duncan smirked, a mischievous twinkle ever-evident in his teal eyes. Gwen knew he was thinking about the 'hot' remark. "Oh, shut up." She said slowly, lightly pushing his arm. They both laughed for a moment, but then Gwen looked back at his abrasion. She frowned again. "Are you sure you don't want me to look at it?" She asked, looking hesitantly at the bruise that seemed to be growing larger by the second. Duncan opened his mouth to respond when loud stomping crashed into the room.
Courtney stormed in, obviously looking for Gwen or Duncan, or maybe even both. Gwen shut her eyes and wished she could hide from the haunting glare of Courtney's teary dark eyes. She heard the stomping come near to her, and braced herself for something she wasn't able to figure out, but then the footsteps passed her. She opened her eyes just in time to see Courtney dragging Duncan out of the room by one of his cartilage piercings. She sighed and leaned back into the seat. There was really no use stopping what was about to go down, she knew that. But she also knew that if she heard screams that weren't coming from Courtney...she's going to kill that C.I.T.
There was another loud sob from the girl, and then a sort of slamming noise. She wasn't aware of what exactly had just happened until a round sphere, lumpy and reddish-brown, rolled it's way up to Gwen's boots...
*So, there you go! this one didn't really have a theme like the last one did, but I still sort of liked how this turned out. I hope you didn't mind the slight Courtney bashing, it was for writing purposes only! So, I'd really appreciate a review! :D*