A/N: It's a bit shorter, sorry! Again, no promises. If you find a typo, please let me know! Thanks!

Courtney stared at her phone as she lied in bed. It had been a week since her encounter with the boy named Duncan, and already she couldn't get him off her mind. She silently scolded herself for being attracted to someone like him. Of course, she would never let him know of her affections. Meeting him was a relief and a burden at the same time. On one hand, she could finally take her mind off her studies. On the other, she could think of nothing but him, hindering her completion of schoolwork.

She had thought about what to text him for what felt like centuries. Everytime she wrote something, she quickly deleted it, deciding it wasn't good enough.

There was a quiet tap tap tapping on her bedroom window. She changed her position in bed, turning away from the window. She ignored the sound, thinking was probably just the wind waving a tree branch or something. It grew silent and she slowly dozed off. The sound came again, jerking her awake. She sat up and looked at her window, and there he was. He wore his trademark smirk and she glared at him. Turning on her bedside lamp, she got up and opened her window, curtains billowing from the cool breeze do the night. Duncan swiftly hopped in and sat down on her bed.

"What are you doing here?!" she hissed.

"Sheesh, Princess, I wanted to see you. Is that a crime?" He shrugged it off.

"I told you not to call me that! And it is if you're breaking into my house in the middle of the night! How'd you find me, anyway?"

"I have my sources," he grinned, white teeth flashing in the dim light.

"Care to tell me who they are? My parents are lawyers, you know. They don't stand for this kind of tomfoolery," Courtney declared.

"Last time I checked, your parents were away in Japan. How does it feel, your parents knowing you've always wanted to go there, and then them going there without you? I mean, if it was a business trip, sure, but they're vacationing." He crossed his arms.

She said nothing, sitting down next to him. The two grew quiet, enjoying the company of each other.

"I have school, and they needed a vacation after working so hard," she stammered after a long pause. He noticed it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than him. She was lost in her own thought for a while, a blank look on her face. It was impossible for him to tell what she was thinking about.

"Why'd you leave so quickly the other night? Was it the police?" She was curious.

Duncan sighed. "Well, Dollface, since we're going to be seeing each other a lot more, I guessing can tell you."

"What do you mean, 'we'll see each other a lot more'?" she demanded.

"I like you, Courtney," he said matter-of-factly. "As crazy as it seems, I like you. So I'm gonna come and see you more, even if you don't like it. And let's face it, you like it."

"As if," she huffed and looked away, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

No! I am not falling for him! Courtney scolded herself.

"I don't have time for people like you. It's a school night!"

He ignored that statement.

"You see, I was running away from the police because I broke into a jewelry store."

She snorted. "Figures."

Duncan produced a small drawstring bag, opening it, and pulling out a diamond bracelet.

"This," he held it up to her, "is one of the many things I stole."

"Good job."

"Thanks. I want you to have it."

She was taken aback at his words.

"What? No! I can't have it; what if they arrest me or something just because you gave me a stupid bracelet?"

She instantly regretted her words. For a moment, hurt flashed across his chiseled face, but he quickly regained his composure.

"I mean, it's not stupid at all!" Courtney's face flushed. "It's amazing. But, I just can't take it. I can't take that risk."

He laughed at her worried face. "Don't worry, Princess." He looked into her eyes. "Trust me. May I?"

Reluctantly, she held out her wrist and he put the bracelet on her. It was beautiful, and complimented her tanned skin wonderfully.

"You should wear it to school tomorrow," Duncan insisted.

"Maybe I will."

He grinned. "Good."

They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like years but was probably just seconds, before he broke the spell and spoke.

"I should go. See you tomorrow, Court." With that, he saluted and climbed out of her window and onto the oak tree outside, making his way down.

Court. She's never been called that before. Not by parents, not by friends, not by anyone. It just never clicked. But somehow, he made it work. She'll add that to the never-ending list of names he had for her: Princess. Sweetheart. Dollface. And most recently, Court.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Duncan jumped down from the tree swiftly, landing on her perfectly kept lawn with a soft thud. He was in no hurry to get anywhere, deciding to slowly walk home, hands in pockets. He could see his breath in the chilly night air. He enjoyed the quietness that nighttime brought to the small town he lived in.

The incident from a week ago had blown over and he had gotten away unsuspected. Okay, maybe the police had searched his house top to bottom, and gotten a serious tongue-lashing from his parents, but still-he got away, and that's all that mattered to him. After all, school would end soon, and he would be free.

He thought about what he would do after he finished high school. To be honest, the future scared him. All the uncertainty, all the options…

Should he go to college like Princess? Nah. Duncan wasn't goody-goody like Courtney. Should he get a job? Probably, if he knows what's best for him. He had to get money somehow. Then again, if he were to marry Courtney, who, would obviously become a lawyer and get loads of money, would he need a job in the long run…?

He shook his head. He was getting too far into the future.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize he was right in front of his house. It wasn't until he ran into a street light pole with a bang that he looked up, rubbing his throbbing forehead. Duncan groaned and sat on the steps in outside his front door. It was nearing midnight, and he should probably head to bed. It was a school night for him as well, and he couldn't afford to miss anymore days.

Quietly, he got up and opened the door. His parents had gotten used to his late-night escapades and known to leave the door unlocked for him. He gently shut the door behind him and locked it with a soft click. The house was dark; everybody was asleep. Everybody but him. Sighing, he made his way up the creaky wooden stairs to his messy room. When he got there, he flopped on his bed and fell asleep instantly, snoring lightly. He dreamed of what could be.