Story: The Opposite of Love
Chapter 2: Drinking Isn't My Thing...Until Now
Author Notes: HEY! I like to say thank you to some of the awesome reviews! I didn't really find a reason for Courtney to gasp in Chapter 1, so I love the ideas and if I use any, I'll mention them in the end. I don't want to give away any spoilers in this section anyways. So enjoy!
Courtney gasped at what she saw on Trent's computer screen. Apparently, it was a pop-up screen that said "Thank you for submitting the comment: Nice Courtney. Tell everyone what an ass your boyfriend was, but next time, don't say I'm your gay best friend that's not gay. Not good for my reputation with girls okay?"
"I can't believe he just saw that!" Courtney mumbled. She then looked through the other websites and it showed an email with a link for the blog. She quickly scanned through the info details on the top of the email.'bridgettefowler chrismcleanlawfirm(dot)net' Courtney then snarled, unimpressed and awkwardly pissed off. She then stormed off and into her office once more.
About 2 hours later, Courtney's shift was over. Trent and Katie were already out, and Bridgette remained in her reception just waiting for Courtney to leave so she'll look like a better person in front of Chris. She walked by the reception holding all of her files and paperwork then stopped.
"Thanks for emailing everyone in the office about my blog post," Courtney sarcastically thanked.
"No problem Court!"
"Yeah, I was thinking for a new post for tomorrow, how about 'Stupid Surfer Girl Blonde Receptionist: Bridgette Fowler'?" Courtney insulted. Bridgette just gaped her mouth open while Courtney merely waved and walked out, into her car and driving on the way to her apartment.
As Courtney exited her car, she approached her apartment door with a box lying on the front doorstep of her door. She opened her door and drop her papers off and went back to retrieve her box. As she checked the box Geoff passed by once more.
"Hey Geoff!" She called.
"Hey not uptight anymore?" Geoff asked, sporting a pink open shirt and jean capris.
"Not really, decided to go to the club with you guys!"
"That's awesome Court!" Geoff said. "So what'd you want?"
"Did you see anyone drop off this box here?"
"Well…"
"What?"
"I don't think I should say his name," Geoff advised.
"DUNCAN! UGH!!" Courtney scowled. She ripped the box open and saw a dozen of roses and a chocolate heart. "Aww…how sweet!" Courtney admired. She threw the roses in her trash can and hastily ate the chocolate. "THAT'S HOW MY HEART FEELS YOU JERK!" she yelled.
"So, do you need a ride to the club?" Geoff offered.
"No," Courtney said in her normal tone. "Trent's picking me up." She then began thinking of Trent, and soon she began grinning.
"Uhh…that' s great Court," Geoff said a little disturbed. "See you later then!"
"See you!" Courtney waved. She then slumped on her couch and smiled happily. She then look at the clock, 7: 30 PM. Trent was going to pick her up in about half an hour, but knowing guys-especially Trent-she knew that he would pick her up at 8:20 because of 'traffic' otherwise known as, forgetting. She quickly got into the shower and about 3 minutes later was blow drying her hair. Courtney got out a white ruffled cocktail dress and put it on. She looked in the mirror, looking very elegant. She grabbed her curling iron and made many curls of her mocha brown hair. She then took her bottle of black mascara and apply a thin layer on both of her eyelashes, then she got a silver/white eyeshadow and apply a big layer on her eyelids. After that, she grabbed her foundation and applied a small layer, then a small circle of rose blush. Finally, she applied a big layer of peach sparkly lip gloss then smiled. For once, Courtney felt like having the time of her life tonight. She grabbed a little chain hang white purse that matched her dress and wore a pair of solid white 3 inch heels. Her phone rang, as Trent's picture appeared in her screen.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hey, it's me Trent."
"Yeah I know,"
"Anyways, I'm going to be late cause of-"
"Traffic," they both said in unison. They both silently laughed as Courtney began talking again.
"Don't worry, take your time Trent," She advised.
"Thanks Court, sorry about being late again!" Trent sheepishly apologized.
"No problem Trent, I kind of expected it anyways," Courtney admitted.
"Gosh, you know me so well!"
"Shut up Trent!" Courtney snapped. She then took a deep breath and smiled. "See you,"
"Later," they both hung up. Courtney then brought out her silver dangly earrings and wore them. She then opened her little hand purse and checked if she had everything. Cell phone, $45, and some extra lip gloss. "Perfect," she whispered to herself. She looked in the mirror again, fluffed her hair then struck a pose. She began giggling at herself, then logged on her computer. She went to blogposting and signed in. She then put a new post in Courtney's Opinion.
October 6, 2019; Bashful yet Beautiful
Hey everyone! So recently I posted a blog earlier this morning, and realized that my friend who is kind of like your gay best friend but isn't gay found out about this website, more specifically, my blog because of my ex-best friend Bridgette Fowler.
So now let's welcome a new segment on Courtney's Opinion, it's called Stupid Blonde Surfer Girl Receptionist: Bridgette Fowler!
Bridgette, as I said before, is my ex-best friend and current enemy. Let's just say she made out with my boyfriend and she was jealous of me, then we ended up roommates at Yale, then coincidentally ended up in the same workplace. Luckily, I'm a defense attorney while she's just a mere receptionist. But now she's going with me on a business trip to quiet Halliburg, Kansas. Just wonderful, right?
So right now I'm getting ready to go to the club with a couple of friends, and I got to say I look very beautiful, yet bashful at the same time. So here's a question for you! Is there anyone, anyone!, who you just love to hate! Mine, I guess Bridgette, and currently my ex-boyfriend. Well that's Courtney's Opinion anyways.
Courtney Alcorn
"Hey," Trent greeted, wearing a black cuffed long sleeve shirt with a red tie. Along with that he had dark blue jeans, and black shoes. His hair was now messier, more in a spiky way than his usual slick hair. He held Courtney's hand as he led her out of her apartment. "May I say that you look beautiful tonight,"
"You do too," Courtney smiled. She locked her door then smiled. "So..how was 'traffic'?"
"Court! I'm serious, it was really traffic!" Trent whined.
"Yeah okay," Courtney scoffed. As they walked to Trent's convertible, no one was inside. "Whoa, an empty car, I guess there's a first time for everything when you're getting older!"
"Courtney…" Trent warned.
"What?"
"Let's just stop with the insults and get through to the real stuff,"
"Like what?" she bit her lip. Trent leaned in to Courtney's face.
"It's a secret," he said seductively. "I think I like…"
"Like…?" Courtney asked anticipating.
"I think I like, TO GO TO THE CLUB NOW!" Trent joked. Courtney just glared at Trent.
"So much for being mature," Courtney muttered.
"Why what did you really think I was going to say?" he asked.
"Umm…" She blushed. "I don't know, like I look amazingly beautiful tonight, or something like you wish Gwen was still with you. I don't know!"
"Oh really?" Trent asked.
About 20 minutes later of awkward silence, the two reached the club, with Geoff and Gwen waiting impatiently for them.
"There you are!" Geoff said relieved. He was wearing a gray muscle tee with jean capris, along with a khaki cowboy hat.
"Yeah, I thought you guys were gonna come after Katie came, thank god!" Gwen said happily. She was wearing a black and red plaid spaghetti strap dress that was above her knees, the bottom half of the dress was a mesh black tutu. She had a thick line of black eyeliner with silver eye shadow above it, and using a black big purse with black combat boots.
"I'M HERE!" Katie squealed.
"Oh crap," Gwen said looking up in horror.
"You guys love my outfit?" she asked turning around. Katie was wearing a white dress with pink and black flowers over the dress with a satin bow brought to the side above her hips. She had clear 3 in. heels on along with light pink eye shadow and mascara. She then let her black short hair down with a glittery pink bow clip.
"Yeah it's great," Geoff said annoyed. He then leaned to Trent. "Why do you even bring this kid with us?"
"She's my assistant. Although she's 23, I might as well get her wasted so she'll be hung over and will shut up the next day."
"Well, have you ever thought of firing her?" he asked.
"Nah, I can't do that, I'm barely anybody at the office," Trent admitted. "So, I'll possibly be fired next if I fired Kate,"
Inside the club, Katie and Geoff were on the dance floor, crazily drunk, while Trent was watching them from a distance just in case they got lost, Courtney and Gwen were at the bar, sipping on some margaritas. Well, at least Courtney was drinking her's and Gwen's margaritas.
"WOO!" Courtney said shaking her head fiercely as she finished another glass. "What's that? The 10th margarita?"
"Court! You gotta stop!" Gwen said grabbing the margarita Courtney was about to drink.
"Why?" she asked flimsily trying to get her drink back.
"It's for you own good, you're never like this when we're at a bar or a club, and you usually take care of the drunk us!"
"Things change!" Courtney said happily as she still tried to get her drink. "C'mon give me my drink!"
"No!" Gwen denied as she finished Courtney's drink for her.
"Why did you drink my margarita?" she asked still drunk.
"Why are you acting this way?" Gwen asked quickly concerned.
"What are you talking about G-Gina?" Courtney asked switching Gwen's name.
"COURTNEY!" Gwen yelled trying to get Courtney to listen. "Tell me, what happened the past few days,"
"Well, on Sunday, I had pancakes, on Saturday, I had eggs," Courtney said listing off.
"NO! I mean did someone get you mad or something?"
"OH! Duncan broke up with me!" She said happily. She then leaned her head against the desk. "It was SOO FUN!"
"Duncan broke up with you?" Gwen asked. "That's why," she muttered to herself. She grabbed Courtney by the arm and dragged her over to Trent.
"Where are we going Greta?" Courtney asked as she faced Trent. "Hey Todd!"
"Umm…hi Courtney," Trent said a little bother.
"You want a margarita?" she offered, holding out an empty glass.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked Gwen.
"She's drunk because of Duncan,"
"Seriously?" he asked. "Man, she's got work tomorrow, she can't go to the law firm so hung over!"
"Yeah, we need her to snap out of this weird trance!"
"Any ideas?" Gwen thought for a moment. She looked around and saw no one other than Duncan. He was wearing a simple black collar shirt with light blue denim jeans, and holding a Coors beer.
"Duncan…" Gwen muttered.
"What?" Trent asked.
"Duncan, he's right there, I know what to do!" Gwen said happily. "Trent, watch Courtney for a while, I'll go get Duncan,"
"Um…okay then," Trent said awkwardly, unaware of what Gwen was going to do.
Gwen began walking over towards Duncan, who was just talking to some of his friends from the auto shop, where he worked. She smiled at Duncan who gave her a hug.
"Hey!" he said surprised to see Gwen. "How are you?"
"Oh perfect!" Gwen said happily. "You mind if we walk around for a bit?"
"No problem," Gwen and Duncan began walking together towards Trent and Courtney.
"So, what's with Courtney? She seems very loopy today," Gwen admitted, observing the defense attorney flicking her arms around Trent.
"I don't know, dumped her yesterday," Duncan said taking a sip out of his beer.
"Ouch! Really? No wonder I saw her drinking margaritas earlier,"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, it's pretty hectic," Gwen said. She continued walking even closer to Trent and Courtney. "So…I guess if you're single, maybe we could make-out in the corner sometime?" Gwen asked seductively, obviously disgusted by this lie.
"How about now?" he offered. Gwen quickly moved her head to Trent and gave him a nod.
"Definitely," she accepted as she endured a make out session with the green hair mohawk punk. Trent quickly turned Courtney around to show Duncan making out with Gwen.
"D-d…" she stuttered. "Duncan?" Then Gwen and Duncan parted.
"You're a pig!" she insulted as she slapped Duncan silly. "Eww, that is the last time I'm letting some horrible punk that dump my friend swap spit with me!"
"DUNCAN!" Courtney grew furious. She began clawing at the punk who was inevitably just crossing his arms.
"Really Princess?" he asked. "I thought maturity was a big deal for you," Gwen had to hold Courtney back who was just about to rip Gwen's head off instead.
"LET ME GO GWEN!" Courtney demanded. Gwen refused, instead Trent stepped in front of the two girls.
"Listen here Duncan, you wounded this girl's heart," Trent explained. "The least you can do is apologize,"
"Listen math geek," Duncan advised. "I did apologize, but this little Princess slapped me just like that liar NYT chick just did!"
"Well I'm done with Courtney going crazy because of you," Trent threatened as he stepped closer to Duncan. "This has to stop,"
So I want to thank sk8inpiro21 for the idea (well more of a prediction) of Trent being on the blog site (which I kind of stole for an idea), & BloodyAphrodite for the idea of making Courtney abusive when Duncan's around.
Moving on, looks like Trent really cares for Courtney, and will even stand up to Duncan inside a club while Duncan's holding a beer bottle. Not a smart idea Trent, not at all.
Now if anyone is thinking I'm forgetting about Katie and Geoff's constant partying and currently not being watched by Trent or by anyone sober by now, then you don't know what's coming next chapter.
So review please!
P.S. I realized as I posted the first chapter in Document Manager, that if you abbreviate this story, it spells out 'TOOL'. How funny is that? It's like saying Trent or Duncan is a TOOL. Ehehehe. xP