A/N: To Coolgirlwithglasses = I'd love to reply to your message, but it says that the "private messaging feature" is disabled. Please send me another message soon! :)

Hey y'all! Just from reading all the nice reviews I received from the first chappie, I'd like to point out that Duncan and Courtney may seem so OCC while they're talking to each other online, but it's part of the story so when they are in regular school hours, they wouldn't really recognize each other whenever they had to talk (not that they do it on purpose, but you know. Teens xD) And in the storyline (and I'm reeeeaaaaallly sorry!), they are pretty much enemies in school =_= I know, I know. Well, Courtney hates him, but Duncan doesn't seem to mind. Rant. Please keep reading, though! Enjoy!

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What felt like just a few minutes after Duncan closed his eyes, the alarm clock rang obnoxiously in his ear. "What the hell?" He sat up and looked at the time. 6:00 AM.

Geoff got up calmly and stretched. "What happened, buddy? Your girl keeping you up late? Again?" He asked coolly, putting on his cowboy hat.

Duncan groaned and fell back on the bed. "Man, she's driving me freakin' crazy…" He crossed his arms behind his head and began to doze off, but then woke up again instantly when the soft yet sudden feel of a pillow connecting to his face.

"Wake up, dude! Finals today, 'member?" Geoff reminded him, sliding into his flip flops. He was already dressed with his classic unbuttoned pink shirt, shorts, and hat. "See you at breakfast. Better get there soon or else Chef's gonna give you the nasty leftovers from, like, 4 months ago."

When Geoff walked out the door, Duncan finally got up and walked over to the bathroom groggily. He put on a simple black skull T-shirt with dark jeans. His usual spiked dog collar was already on, and when he looked at himself one last time, he shrugged and walked out without even bothering to tie up the laces on his red converse.

He got to the cafeteria by 6:15. Classes started at 7, but Duncan couldn't care less. He marched over to his usual table (Geoff at one seat, his little crush Bridgette to his left, an empty seat, and then him), slumped down in his seat, and let his head fall onto the table. He didn't feel hungry anyway, so it was clearly the perfect opportunity to just sleep.

"Not eating today again, Duncan?" Bridgette asked in her smooth voice while taking a bite out of her apple. She had a blue sweater with quarter sleeves and dark blue capris. Her brown, flat sandals were nothing different.

Duncan groaned into the table in response, his face being flat down against the surface of the table. "I'll take that as a yes." Bridgette smiled. Geoff put an arm over her shoulders and sighed contently. The delinquent caught that from the corner of his eye and groaned again.

"Um, seriously, do you mind wiping your nasty drool from the table so I can sit down?" a shrill voice asked sharply in Duncan's ear, causing him to jump. He looked up, meeting Courtney's onyx eyes. She wore a red short sleeve polo with brown capris that stopped at her knees. Duncan rolled his eyes, breaking away from her death glare and stubbornly wiped his drool from the front of her chair.

Courtney sat down with a tired sigh, dropped her plate onto the table, and stared at her food. "So freakin' tired… I can't believe I couldn't fall asleep! On the night before finals! I didn't even try to study last night..." She whined.

Duncan tried to stifle his yawn. "You're not the only one, darling. But I didn't even bother picking up a textbook anyway. I just couldn't freakin' sleep…" He droned off, his head beginning to lean toward Courtney's arm as he trailed off to sleep.

"Hey, wake up!" Courtney jumped, shoving him away quickly once his head lightly touched her arm. "Typical you. Since you don't even study at all, what were youdoing up all night?"

"What's it to you, Princess?" He teased, holding his head with one hand to keep balance.

Courtney felt her heart in her throat and heat coming up to her face. Princess? The same nickname her online friend had started calling her. You should've gotten used to this by now, Courtney, she told herself. This imbecile calls you Princess all the time. What's the big deal?

I dunno, she countered. My penpal called me that last night… I guess hearing it again startled me…Do I really seem like a silly little "Princess" enough for everyone to immediately call me it?

Yupp! Her conscious replied. Courtney rolled her eyes mentally. She should really stop having these quick conversations with herself.

"Uh, hello? Anyone home?" Duncan waved his hand in front of Courtney's face. Courtney immediately straightened up and smacked away his hand. Bridgette giggled.

"Ogre." Courtney simply said and poked at the "egg" on her tray absent-mindedly. She was too tired to hold up a witty comeback war. Duncan smirked in victory and put his head back down

"Dunc-y!" A girly, seductive voice called as someone snaked her arms around Duncan's neck. "Ow!" She yelped, accidentally pricking her left arm against one of the spikes in his dog collar. Bridgette shook her head as Courtney tried to hide the smug look creeping into her face.

"What do you want, Heather" Duncan asked, trying to making it totally obvious that he wasn't too happy seeing her. Well, he wasn't. Ms. "Queen Bee-Prom Queen" Heather Chin was his EX-girlfriend, something Heather seriously needed to understand. She had a V-Neck, fitted white tank top that was see-through enough to notice her black bra underneath, along with olive green short shorts and tiny sandals.

"C'mon, don't be like that! Let's talk, like we used to! Who knows, maybe you'll change your mind about us and, well, come back?" Heather caressed a hand on Duncan's left cheek and began to pull on his arm for him to get up. He stayed put.

"Yeeeaaaah, no." Duncan said, yanking his arm away from her grasp. "Pfft, like there's anything to come back to anyway. Just go away or, something." He rolled his eyes and looked at Geoff, who had "someone-just-got- burned!" written all over his face.

Heather looked shocked, then furious. "Um, may I remind you that no one has ever talked to me that way and I'd like it to stay that way." She sort of threatened, narrowing her eyes on Duncan.

"He just did." Courtney suddenly said, now feeling fully awake. Seeing the biggest bizz-nitch in the entire high school being denied and getting owned was the most awesome wake up call ever. Duncan widened his eyes at her; he never really saw her being involved in these kinds of things.

"Need some ice for that burn?" Geoff whooped. Bridgette and Courtney laughed a bit to each other, and Duncan smirked victoriously.

Heather scoffed, spun on her heel and walked away. There was no way she was going to get even more humiliated by the "losers". All she was thinking at the moment was payback.

The bell rang, signaling for class to start. Geoff quickly gave Bridgette a kiss on the cheek as she walked away. Duncan didn't feel so tired anymore, and as he got up, he nudged Courtney's shoulder.

"What?" She asked, looking instantly annoyed and walking in Bridgette's direction.

"That was some guts back there, Princess." Duncan remarked, trying to start a small conversation.

"I have my moments," Courtney shrugged off the nickname. "It's not a big deal anyway."

She walked ahead of him, leaving him with a blank look on his face. So much for conversation, he thought.

"Come on, dude." Geoff pushed Duncan to get him walking again. "Fi-nals!" He said in sing-song. Duncan groaned and shook his head while they both walked down the hall.

The bell rang for lunch period, and Courtney managed to quickly get her laptop from her room before going to the cafeteria. The ELA final was nothing, of course, but now she had the chance to not care about anything for a couple of minutes. She sat down at a bench at the center of campus and logged into her eMail account. Immediately, the same electronic voice spoke out.

"You've Got Mail!"

Courtney felt her heart leap as she saw "Message from: chameleon". She clicked on it and read eagerly.

Lunch time. How'd the finals go for you?

She replied quickly:

I didn't really study that much, but I think I barely made it! You?

Courtney tried to be modest. She wanted to say how it was so effing easy, but she didn't want him to think that she was, well, like that. A response quickly arrived a few seconds after clicking "send".

Well, I think I passed. Maybe just .5 higher than the failing grade. Hahah I tried to stay awake 'cause I kept falling asleep at random. It was worth staying up last night talking to you, though :)

Courtney giggled. How much she wanted to know this kid! She straightened her posture and looked around her. There were teens everywhere: sitting on the grass, against a tree, on benches not too far away. All of them holding a laptop in their hands. Courtney sighed and slumped back down in the bench. Then she remembered what they talked about last night and quickly typed a reply:

I was thinking the same thing :) Hey, I just remembered: the details on our meeting?

She stared into the screen to wait for a ding! from her laptop. But after a couple of minutes, Courtney started to fidget. "Did I say something? Or… what?" She looked through the eMails and worried if she should've just left out the big meeting for now, but then the screen blinked. She sighed in relief and clicked on the new reply.

I didn't forget at all. Hmm… how about the center of the school? You know, where all the benches are? I'll sit and be waiting for you at one of them. Is that okay?

She practically jumped at the keyboard and fiercely typed "I'm right here! Please come now! I love you!" But slowed down and stared at the screen staring back at her. She began to backspace her feelings, shaking off the thoughts and urges and typed:

Sounds awesome. How does 4pm this Friday sound?

It was Tuesday anyway. By the time finals are officially over on Friday, there'll only be the meeting to fret over. She looked at the huge clock that hung above the cafeteria doors. 20 minutes left? She thought. Damn, I didn't even eat yet! She began to close her laptop when it dinged one last time, the last message of the afternoon making her smile.

Perfect.

Courtney shut it close, put it in her bag, and jumped up from the bench happily. She bit her lip anxiously, trying not to skip like a total idiot. "Keep your cool, Court…" she told herself quietly.

As soon as she began to walk, she noticed an all too familiar green Mohawk sitting on a bench diagonally-across from hers. She knew that she should just start to sprint towards the cafeteria entrance, but instead, she walked over to Duncan, who was holding a laptop attentively on his lap.

"What are you doing here?" Courtney stood in front of him, trying to intimidate him by towering over him.

"Just finishing with some eMails," Duncan shrugged, still looking at the screen. He looked up at her with a curious look.

"Oh," Courtney began to walk away towards the doors that started to look too far away.

Duncan shut his laptop close, left it on the bench, and grabbed his book bag as he got up and caught up with her. "Didn't have lunch yet too, huh?"

Courtney shrugged. "Nope." Lighten up, Court! She heard her conscious speak up, but ignored it and turned to Duncan. "Following me? Again?"

"Only if you want me to, sweetheart," Duncan winked at her. Courtney forced away the sudden heat coming to her face, not knowing if it was anger or she was… blushing?

"Pig."

Duncan scoffed. "Watch it, Princess."

"Watch it with the name calling, ogre!"

"Well, I didn't start it, sunshine!"

Heather, making her way out of the cafeteria doors, heard Duncan and Courtney's loud bickering and sneered.

"I swear, if that Courtney bitch is trying anything on him, I'm gonna—" She stopped walking down the steps when she noticed something on the bench not too far away from the entrance. As she walked closer, she found it to be a familiar looking Mac laptop.

Heather picked it up and saw a label on the front that said "Property of Harold", but it was crossed out with a black marker. She opened it.

"You've Got Mail!" the mechanical voice chirped. Heather jumped, but recollected herself. She looked all over the screen to find out who the current owner was. She clicked on the letter icon, which led to a window full of eMails and IM's. On the top left of the page, it said "Hello, Duncan".

Heather scoffed. "Wow, he can be so freakin' stupid leaving his stuff lying around…"

Suddenly, a weird, wicked smile slowly creeped onto her face. She clicked at one message, then the next, then the next, then the next, devouring every single word.

"Oh, this is too good." Heather snickered. "Hello, revenge!"

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So, what's up? Review please! I tried to not let anyone get outta character, and I hoped I did well… I haven't watched TDI or TDA recently, so I may be a bit "off my rocker" (TDWT is just… well… SAD, btw.) Anyway, hoped you enjoyed it. I'll be updating really soon! Any helpful tips is welcome :D

~Raf