First off, I'd like to thank everybody who reviewed the first chapter. I got nothing but nice comments and I greatly appreciate that. Okay, second, this chapter was kinda rushed, but I tried really hard on it, so I hope you all like it! :D If Courtney or Bridgette are OOC, please tell me so I can correct my mistakes. Read and Review, peeps!

By the time I had gotten back to my cabin that night, I was fuming. I had always known that Duncan was a perverted ogre, but a two-timer? I had figured that even he would have enough pride not to do that!

Bridgette was already asleep, so when I slammed our cabin door open and shut, she jolted up and clumsily fell out of her bottom bunk and onto the floor. It's a good thing Sadie was gone, or she would have fallen out of her top bunk and onto Bridgette. That wouldn't have been pretty.

Rubbing her head, she got up and said, "What's with the door slamming, Courtney?"

Walking over our dresser, I angrily said, "You know how I told you that I went for a walk?" I started rifling around for my pajamas, but I could still see her reflection in the cracked mirror above the dresser sleepily looking at me.

She pulled a splinter out of the front of her blue night shirt and replied, "Yeah… what about it?"

"Well, I actually went to spy on Duncan." I finally found my pajamas under some of Bridgette's hoodies and pulled them out.

"No duh," she said with a small smirk on her face.

I turned around quickly, giving her a deadly look, but her smile stood firm. "What's that supposed to mean?" I started to unbutton my Capri pants and Bridgette turned around so I could change in privacy.

I couldn't see her face, but I'll bet that that stupid grin was still on her face. "I saw Duncan sneak off, too. I knew that he was the real reason you 'took a walk.' And I also know that you like him."

By that time, I had finished putting my pajama pants on and had moved onto the top. But when she said the words, 'You like him,' I pulled on the bottom of it so hard, it almost tore. "What?!" I stormed over to her and spun her around so that I could tell her to her face, "I do not, emphasis on NOT, like him!" I poked a menacing finger in her face, but she just pushed it away calmly.

"It doesn't matter how many time you emphasize the word 'not.' You like him."

"How could I possibly like a guy like him?! Do you want to know what I found out while spying on him? He already HAS a girlfriend! He went behind the mess hall to make a phone call to some squeaky-voiced slut named Zoey." I crossed my arms over my chest and said, "And get this; he talked about some Selena girl, too. She's probably his other girlfriend!"

Bridgette gave me a look like she didn't believe me. What was there not to believe? "Do you know that for sure? Did he actually use the word 'girlfriend'?"

I simmered down and bit and replied, "Well… no. But what other explanation could there be? He told that Zoey girl how much he missed them and that he loved them. That's something you would tell to your girlfriends!"

"Why would Duncan tell the first girlfriend about the second one? That's not exactly the best way to cheat on a girl."

"Because she's a slut! He probably parades them all around town on his arms, acting like he's all that!"

"Courtney, Duncan's a punk, not a pimp."

"…Okay, I guess that was a little farfetched. But I still won't stand for Duncan flirting with me when he's already dating two other girls!"

"There are a thousand explanations to this. Selena and Zoey could be his aunts or something." Bridgette sat back down on her bunk and patted the space next to her.

I sat down in said spot and she said, "I think I know why you're so upset about this."

I turned toward her and replied, "So do I. Duncan's already got a girlfriend… possibly two… and he still has the gall to constantly hit on me! Seriously, what kind of a jerk does that?!"

Bridgette swept a piece of loose hair out of her eyes and said, "No, that's not it. You're upset because you think Duncan already has a girlfriend… possibly two… which means that you can't have him."

Getting up in a huff, I half-screamed, "For the last time: I don't like him! Why does everybody on this stupid island think I'm, like, in love with him or something?"

She stood back up, too and walked over to me. "Because it's pretty obvious. Especially after the Bunny thing today."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"You kept going on and on about how sweet it was of Duncan to do that for DJ."

I had told Bridgette about Duncan getting DJ a new bunny before the campfire ceremony. I told a few people, actually. I just thought it was really sweet of him, that's all.

"I could definitely sense something in your voice."

"You sensed nothing! I'm not jealous of those girls, I don't like Duncan, and I don't want to talk about this anymore!" I stormed over to my bunk and angrily threw the covers over myself, flopping toward the wall so that I couldn't see Bridgette.

Unfortunately, I couldn't drown out her voice saying, "Okay. Good night, then. But remember: denial isn't just a river in Egypt." The cabin went pitch-black after she turned off the lights and we laid there in silence.

Even though I was exhausted, I couldn't go to sleep. I kept thinking about Duncan. And don't you dare say anything! It wasn't in that way. I was thinking about how despicable he was. All his piercings, his rude behavior, his cocky attitude, his… well, everything! There was no way I liked him. There just couldn't have been. Tomorrow, I thought to myself, I'm going to tell him off. He's going to get a piece of my mind whether he likes it or not! I kept repeating that to myself until I drifted in a well-anticipated sleep.

And the next day, Duncan definitely got a piece of my mind. Unfortunately, he didn't exactly give me the response I was expecting.

And if you're reading this, Bridgette: Denial isn't just a river in Egypt? Seriously? Where'd you get that one? Clichés 'R Us? Show some creativity!