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Small World

Chapter Deux

Water Aerobics—Not for Dudes with Bad Karma

"You're kidding!" Bridgette exclaimed, hitting the minus sign on her treadmill.

Courtney scoffed. "Not in the least. He literally waltzed into my home and began spewing out nickname after nickname and insult after insult. He even commented on my 'rack'—his words, not mine, mind you—and didn't even blink. He acted as if it were completely normal to just randomly point out a girl's assets!"

"That's… Just… Wow," Bridgette sputtered out. "I really don't know what to say to that."

"He's lucky I'm a composed individual. Otherwise I would have—"

"Gone ape-shit on his ass?" Noah asked, his usual monotone drowning his words. "I'm sure you verbally assaulted the man. Even you can't expect us to believe you simply let it go."

Courtney rolled her eyes at her co-worker. "Excuse you. But who exactly invited you into this conversation?" She faked a thoughtful pose. "Oh. That's right—no one!"

"Since when do you come to the gym, Noah?" the blonde asked, trying to stop the argument she knew would unfold without interference.

"Since today. Cody wants to impress the ladies," the bookworm said with a shrug. "He seems to believe that having a gay friend will make the ladies fall for him more quickly. I suppose he missed the whole, 'women love gay men more than straight men' chat I had with him last week."

"Wait," Courtney slammed her hand on the 'Stop' button. "You mean, you two aren't together?"

"Of course we aren't. You went to an Ivy League school, you—of all people—should be able to tell when a guy can't realize his own orientation. I mean, we all know Cody is gay, he has just yet to realize it," Noah explained. "Besides, what makes you think I would ever hook up with a guy who swears the scale lies because it's jealous of his," he paused for a moment, as if wincing internally at the thought of saying his next words, "err, 'mad ''ceps'."

Bridgette raised her eyebrows at the word, ''ceps'. "Um. Is ''ceps' even a word?" she questioned, wondering about Cody's 'lingo'.

"Of course it's not," Noah deadpanned. "If it were a real word the human would be even more doomed than it already is. Today's 'lingo' hasn't gone as far as to mock the English language so harshly."

"Well, then," the surfer mumbled, slightly put off by his rude tone.

"Since you have so rudely butted into our conversation," the former CIT began with a slight glare, "would be so kind as to keep my personal business to yourself? I can already see you running around the lab raving and ranting about me having some kind of 'love affair' with a bad boy by the name of Duncan."

"What do you think I am? A male Lindsay?"

"You seem to enjoy spreading gossip around about as much as she does. Which reminds me, how the hell did she get a job at a place that is nothing but Science? I mean, her nickname is Lindsiot, for crying out loud. You think that would've gotten the boss' attention."

"You forget the 'T and A'," Noah pointed out. "All she has to do is walk briskly and Chris'll give her any job she wants."

"I suppose. On another note, shouldn't you be getting back to your 'Homo-in-Denial'?" Courtney asked, desperately wanting to rid herself of the patronizing nerd.

"Ooh. Offensive, are we?" Noah commented. "I'll let you two get back to your tea time." And, with a flick of his wrist, the man was off to find Cody.

"That guy really knows how to get under a person's skin," Courtney mumbled, trying to get her concentration focused back onto her workout as her treadmill's belt started moving again. "He reminds me of that stupid cable man. I should really find a way to switch departments. Maybe Chris'll move me if I get Lindsiot to talk to him."

~.Water Aerobics—Not for Dudes with Bad Karma.~

"So, in the end, I pissed her off so badly she actually pushed me out the door and got rid of her cable subscription altogether," Duncan said as his friend, DJ, pulled the barbell from his hands and placed it back on the rest.

"That's… Not good, man," DJ said as he began pulling the weights off of the bar and placing them back on the rack. "I mean, she could get a restraining order against you or something."

The cable man rolled his eyes at the man's statement and sat up on the bench. "Oh. C'mon, Deej. I don't think she's that much of a prude-ass bitch."

"You really shouldn't talk about her like that, dude," DJ said as he put the last weight on the rack. "You can't possibly tell me you didn't egg her on. She doesn't seem like that kid of girl who would just completely freak out on someone for no reason."

"Alright, maybe I exaggerated a little," he admitted with a shrug. He put his hands behind his head before lying back down the bench. "But, regardless of what I did to push her, she's still a prude-ass bitch."

"Who's a prude-ass bitch?" Gwen asked as she walked towards the two.

"Courtney Royal," Duncan said, not even bothering to open his eyes.

Gwen raised an eyebrow at the lounging boy. "How do you know Courtney Royal? Isn't she in the mind set that everyone is below her?"

"I had to fix her cable box the other day," Duncan said before letting out yawn. "The chick practically bit my head off within five minutes of me walking through her door."

A smirk appeared on the Goth's face and she crossed her arms. "Oh. And I'm guessing you did nothing to provoke this?" she said slyly.

"Of course not. I'm a good boy," he replied playfully.

"Oh. Yeah. God's prodigy, if you ask me." Gwen rolled her eyes as her sarcastic comment caused a smirk to play across the 'good' boy's face.

"Exactly."

A large man glared intensely at Duncan. "Boy! This ain't no livin' room! I suggest you start liftin' them weights before I use 'em to bust up yo head!"

DJ's eyes grew wide as the man turned towards him. "You too, teddy bear!"

"Y-Yes, sir!" the scared 'teddy bear' said shakily as he saluted the man.

"Now, maggot!" he ordered as the boy remained glued to his spot.

The wide-eyed man simply nodded before grabbing onto Duncan and pulling him off the bench press.

Gwen raised her eyebrows at the scene.

"You got a prob'em with somethin', girly?" the man snapped.

"Not at all, Chef," Gwen said emotionlessly as she raised her arms in front of her. "I was just on my way," she added before turning around and leaving the opposite way the boys had.

"Stupid youngin's. Thinkin' they can just lounge 'round on equipment," the man known as Chef mumbled as he pulled the heaviest weights he could find from the rack.

~.Water Aerobics—Not for Dudes with Bad Karma.~

"C'mon, Court," Bridgette whined. "Water Aerobics can be fun! And it's free all this month!"

"Why would I do Water Aerobics? I don't even like water…or pools…and I hate chlorine—it destroys your hair," Courtney said, crossing her arms.

"Please!" the blonde pleaded.

"No," Courtney said simply as she shook her head.

Bridgette bit her lip, racking her brain for a way to get her friend to say yes. "You won't have to buy me a Christmas gift! This can be the free way to freely get me a free present, at absolutely no cost to you."

The brunette moved her tongue around in her mouth for a moment before reluctantly giving in, the constant reminder of it being free. "Fine," she groaned. "But, only because it's free. Otherwise It would have been a no."

"Thank you, Courtney!" Bridgette practically squealed, wrapping her arms around the girl's neck before grabbing her wrist and dragging her towards the pool.

~.Water Aerobics—Not for Dudes with Bad Karma.~

"Dude, why'd you totally freak back there," Duncan asked as soon as DJ had stopped running.

"Chef was gonna kill me! I can't just stand in a hostile environment like that."

The raven-haired boy sniffed the air. "Dude, it wreaks of chlorine in here. Why the hell did you drag us in here?"

"Chef wouldn't be caught dead in a place that teaches AquaFit," DJ explained.

"AquaFit?"

"You know, Water Aerobics. Where you work out in the water with noodles and weights and stuff."

"Oh. I get it," the bad boy said. "Now, let's get out of here before someone thinks we're actually going to chill with the elderly."

"Good idea," DJ said as they both started towards the glass door.

"Excuse me," a high-pitched voice said from behind them. "Are you two here for the AquaFit class? It's free all this month, you know—a Christmas special."

"No, we were just—" Duncan began as he turned around. His eyes widened when he saw who the voice belonged to.

DJ smiled at the girl as he nudged Duncan with his elbow. "Maybe we could give it a shot..?"

"Definitely," Duncan said as he looked the girl up and down.

"My name's Katie," she said, holding her hand out for him to shake.

"I'm Duncan," the man said as he shook her hand. "And this is Deej," he added, pointing his thumb towards the 'teddy bear'.

"Nice to meet you two," the girl said with a smile. "You should go get changed. The class begins in about ten minutes."

"Right," Duncan said, almost drooling over the girl's chest.

"See you boys, later," the tan brunette said as she gave them a friendly wave.

"Bye…" the mohawked boy said, dazed by the way her hips moved and her long hair swayed.

He quickly snapped out of his reverie and practically shouted to DJ, "C'mon, dude! We gotta hurry up before someone gets at that piece o' ass!"

~.Water Aerobics—Not for Dudes with Bad Karma.~

"Okay, this thing better be worth it," Duncan mumbled as he swam towards the back of the pool, trying to stay as far away from the senior citizens as possible.

"Quit complaing," DJ said, swimming behind him. "You may enjoy it."

"Yeah," Duncan said sarcastically as he stood up in the water, satisfied with the spot. "I just fucking love benching these sweet noodles." He shook his lime green Styrofoam stick at him for emphasis.

"Chill, man."

"Bridgette!" The two suddenly heard someone scream. "I swear to God, if someone cops a feel, I'm going to lose it!"

The blonde let out a sigh. "Courtney, no one is going to grope you. Please, stop saying that."

"You don't know," the brunette scoffed. "Some perv could be lurking in here like some kind of fish!"

"Dude," Duncan said as he saw the two girls arguing as they walked towards the pool. "That's the chick!"

DJ looked up to where Duncan was pointing. "Courtney Royal, huh? Never thought I'd see her in person. I thought she was always cooped up in her lab or attending fancy parties."

A smirk suddenly appeared on Duncan's face. "I got an idea," Duncan said as she watched Courtney slip into the water.

DJ saw the glint in his friends eye. "Don't do it, man."

"Awe, don't be such a fun sucker," Duncan said before slipping under the surface and swimming towards the complaining brunette.

"The water is so cold," Courtney whined as the cold water hit her stomach.

"Courtney! This won't be fun if you keep bitching," Bridgette snapped, momentarily going against her personal 'no cussing' rule.

"Fine, fine," Courtney said before choosing a spot relatively close to where Duncan had just been standing.

Duncan smiled to himself as soon as he saw her legs coming closer to him. He quickly swam up behind her before pushing his hands forward and giving her butt a light squeeze.

Courtney let out a blood curdling scream before shoving her hand into the water and grabbing onto the first thing she felt—Duncan's mohawk. The punk sucked in a mouth full of water as he was ripped out of the water by the seething woman.

Duncan coughed loudly as soon as he hit the oxygen filled air. "What the hell?!"

The brunette's face grew red with even more anger as she realized who it was. "You," she seethed.

"Small world, eh, Princess?" Duncan asked, trying to get her less pissed.

"You ignorant, stupid, pathetic, perverted, disgusting, revolting jackass!" she screamed before shoving her fist into his nose. "I cannot believe you would—no, wait—I can believe it. Because you are that abhorrent!"

Duncan quickly grabbed his nose to make sure it wasn't crooked. "Yeah, well—abhorrent?"

Courtney rolled her eyes. "It means revolting, you stupid asshole."

DJ winced as he saw his friend get his ass handed to him by the seething scientist. Here's where I step in, the man thought as he sighed and began swimming towards the fight.

"Guys," Bridgette said, trying to calm the two. "The class is starting! Stop fighting and pay attention."

"She's right," DJ concurred. "We should respect Miss Katie."

The blonde smiled at DJ, silently thanking him for helping her control the situation.

Courtney simply shot a glare at Duncan before turning towards the front of the pool. Duncan smirked and mentally patted himself on the back as he followed suit.

~.Water Aerobics—Not for Dudes with Bad Karma.~

"Good job, everyone," Katie said cheerfully as everyone began lifting their legs as she had instructed them. She walked around to the back of the pool where Duncan and the others were. "You all doing okay over here?"

Courtney opened her mouth to say yes, but Duncan spoke up as soon as she began to take in a breath. "Actually, I'm confused as to how high I should put my leg. Think you could help me with that?" he asked as he wiggled his uni-brow suggestively.

Courtney let out her breath. "Oh, please."

"Sorry," Katie said sweetly. "But I can't go in the water. Maybe Sadie could help you, though." She gestured to the larger girl beside her.

"Sorry, Katie. But I can't either. I have mine, too."

"Oh." Katie thought for a moment. "Eva can help you. Wait, she doesn't have her's, does she?"

"Can she have one?" Sadie asked. "I mean, really…"

"Good point," Katie cheerily agreed. "Eva! We need you to help someone."

"Wait," Duncan spoke up, grabbing Katie's attention. "Who's Eva?"

"Oh," the brunette said, caught off guard. "She's a trainer, here."

"Yeah," her friend joined in. "She's… Um… Sweet."

"Y-Yeah, sweet… That's what she is."

The two girls hurriedly walked off as they saw Eva coming towards them.

"Whadda ya need?" Eva snapped in her deep voice.

"Uh… I don't need you," DJ squeaked. "He does." His finger instantly pointed towards Duncan.

"Speak up, ya weakling!"

"Actually I—" Duncan began, but was cut off by a smugly smiling Courtney.

"He's confused as to how high he should lift his knees. He needs someone to show him how high to put them."

"You bitch!" Duncan hissed.

The former CIT simply continued to smile smugly as the manlike woman jumped into the pool.

Eva grabbed a hold of his thigh and began lifting it forcefully into the air. "Like this!" she yelled. She ripped his leg up and down, not even bothering to try to be the least bit careful.

Courtney began giggling as she watched the pained expression on Duncan's face.

Duncan narrowed his eyes at Courtney as Eva began reefing on him to 'show' him the rest of the exercises and mouthed, "You are so going to hell."

The girl's smile turned happy as she mouthed back, "Maybe. But it's so worth it."

~.Water Aerobics—Not for Dudes with Bad Karma.~

"That… Was… Terrible…" Duncan panted out as he walked out the glass door. "I won't be able sit for at least a week."

"I actually thought it was quite relaxing," DJ said as he stretched his arms above his head.

"Relaxing, my ass," the man beside him mumbled. "I thought I was gonna lose an appendage or something."

"I thought it was relaxing, too, DJ," Bridgette said with a smile.

"I had a fun time, too," Courtney said, smirking at Duncan.

"Shut up, ya prude-ass bitch," Duncan snapped.

The brunette simply smiled before telling DJ good-bye.

"Here," the blonde said to Duncan, handing him a note. "Read it after we leave."

"C'mon, Bridge," Courtney said, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Bye guys," the woman called before following after her friend.

Gwen walked over to Duncan and commented as soon as she saw the towel hanging around his neck. "Water Aerobics? Manly."

Duncan looked at her chest. "Flat chest in a sports bra? Feminine."

The Goth rolled her eyes. "Ass."

"Bitch."

She rolled her eyes again before pushing passed him and going into the pool room.

"You know," DJ started, "women aren't your thing, man."

Duncan, unable to think of a good comeback quickly said, "You're not my thing!"

DJ put his arms up in an 'I surrender' pose. "Didn't say I wanted to be, dude." The man smiled before pointing his fingers at Duncan. "I'll see ya later. I gotta run."

"Later, man," Duncan said as his friend walked away. He opened the note Bridgette had given him. He cocked his head to the side as he read it.

Duncan.

Courtney will be teaching GED classes at the Community Center come January. So, if you wanna see her, GO!

Is your last name, by any chance, Warren? Because my husband used to know someone who he as described as what I've seen you act like today. His name is Geoff Willows. If it is you, then call him up, he'll probably be psyched to hear from you.

His cell number is 343 – 727 – 8966.

- Bridgette.

"Well, well, well, getting a GED just got a whole lot more tempting…"

A/N: It's that time again, to tell me what you thought by pressing that beautiful button you guys are so good at clicking on~!

Ohh. And, like in my other story, Geoff's number (727 - 8966) stands for something. But the area code (343) is just an area code, nothing special about it. Person who guesses gets a cookie and a shout-outt. Why? 'Cause I will be eternally greatful to them. Duhh~

Also, DUNCAN WON! CH'YEAH!

Ehem...

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