I am really sorry for you all but that chapter passed near a lemon. Thankfully, because I am a nice girl, I let it T for you all to enjoy and I promise it will ever stay this way. See ya!

I almost made a heart attack when I saw DxG kissing. I guess you DxC fans did too. I am so sorry for that but I promise you I'll make sure they don't stay a couple. You don't know how determinate I am *Smiling slyly*

Anyway, enjoy that chapter. I know it seems a bit random but I gotta put this really cliffy the next chapters. And I swear, I will be CLIFFFYYY!

Spring Street

I could scream… or just stay here and wait for someone to discover me. The second option is too risked. If that someone happens to be Courtney, I won't only be embarrassed, but I don't want to screw up with her again. After all, she is a nice girl, living in a rough world and she doesn't deserve that humiliation, as for her than for me.

My lip stops bleeding as I wipe it with the sheet of the bed. I try to reach my shirt at the edge of the bed, taking care not to make the sheet covering my jewels slip. Wait a minute… I check to see that I am not as naked as I thought I would be. I am wearing at least the pair of boxers I had on yesterday. Well, Heather has more class than I would think. I grab the vintage gray tee and try to put it on, though my handcuffed arm blocks the way. At least, half of my body is covered.

That really just pisses me off. How could a chick as hot as Heather make me that kind of prank? I mean, we passed an amazing night yesterday so why doing this? I should have known since the start that she can't be trusted. She is a bitch, everyone knows it but I gave her a chance. Well, maybe that was a bit worth it; she was awesome last night. I am not going too much into details but I tell you that was something I will surely remember.

But perhaps that was a test... Perhaps Heather and I had more fun than I think yesterday and she just forgot to let me go. No, that would be stupid. I mean, I was not drunk at all so I would remember and I stopped getting crunk a year ago. So there is only a solution left; she drugged me. Does that mean I have been raped? Jeez, that is freak. Anyway, no time to think of that. I got find a way to get myself out of this mess.

Someone knocks at the door and makes me hold my breath. Even if my dignity will be taken, I have no choice.

"Who's that?"

"Bridgette."A feminine voice answers "We're going to the beach, I thought you would like to go..."

"Malibu," I cut her off. "I need you to do something for me."

She seems a bit hesitant and unsure but, after a deep breath, she confirms.

"What?"

"Please, don't scream first."

"Duncan, I don't like that..."The surfer chick confesses.

"I know but don't laugh either." I take a deep breath and try to sit up the best way I can on the mattress. "Come in and help me out."

Slowly, the creamy white door of the room enters, letting seen some strands of blond hair exceeding. Quickly, her whole body shows up as she looks at me, her eyes widened with surprise.

"Don't you la―"

Bridgette breaks her promise by bursting into laughter. Though she is ready to drop herself on the floor and roll with her hands on her tummy, she walks toward me and makes her laugh trail off into little chuckles.

"What, happened, to, you?"She asks, panting and stifling a grin.

"Long story. Just find a way to undo my handcuff without anyone seeing me."

"I dunno if I'm able to do that!"

"Well, find a way! Please, Bridge, I'm begging you!"

I show my best puppy eyes, trying to convince her. After looking at me all smiley and happy of that embarrassing situation of mine, she finally takes a decision.

"Okay, just hang on. I think I have some hairpins in my purse."

Before I could ask her what she would do with some hairpins, se disappears through the door. A few minutes later, she comes back with a small green box and sits on the floor, right next to my arm.

"Just don't move."

The blonde digs into her box, letting a few jewels bang into each other and making a little steel noise. Her eyes widen at the sight of something and she picks up out a little silver pin. She moves it toward the lock of my handcuffs and, in the blink of an eye, she undoes it gracefully. My jaw drops though my wrist hurts because of the steel object.

"How did you?"

"I've seen that in a movie."

I don't add anything else as she exits the room with all her stuff in hand. Before she could go away, I call her name. She turns around, looking at me with curious eyes.

"Thanks, I owe you."

"You don't. You're coming?"She says, smiling.

"In a sec."

Bridgette grins again and gets back to her room to change herself. I sigh at that weird moment I have passed. But after all, that was not that bad. I have seen a side of Bridgette I have not taken time to look at before; her good side. I smile at that thought and make my way toward the washroom. Even if the summer just started, I guess I want it to stay steady for a while. I arrived here like, a week ago, and already I have two girls on mind. Well, three if counting my dear princess. I guess I will do as I promised myself; work, chill and go to the beach. Just relaxing and forgetting about my old life. This is the new Duncan here, not the immature one. And it will stay this way. About Heather, I won't do her anything else. What I am sure about is that I will confront her before the end of the summer but not now.

Three weeks later

The night has come as I realize a long month has passed since I am here. Everything is totally different than it was before. No more boxes in any room, the house is clean and we know each of us more than before. We are a group of friends sharing an apartment and being responsible for their selves. Of course, the distribution of chores and the bathroom schedule were hard to decide (girls, always girls wanting these useless things) but we did it well. Mrs. Graham comes visiting us once a week, checking up or fixing things in the house. Unthankfully, Heather never comes with him. It has three weeks now I haven't seen her. Everyone did but I did not. I guess she is trying to avoid me or something.

And for Gwen and I, uh, that is hard to explain. I know there is a thing between us, a thing no one has ever tried to go through, but I feel that she is distant with me. Like if she is not trying to get to me or she feels really bad with what happened a few weeks ago, when we made out. She should not think this way because, even if I know I am not really good when it comes to like someone, I know what I feel and I don't think it will ever change. I give her another week and I will talk to her.

Princess is still the same; bitchy, annoying and on her PDA. She sometime hangs out with us but she knows some people here so I guess she prefers to be with her old friends. At times, I talk to her, tease her or make her want me but, since she saw me and Gwen having some fun, nothing is the same between us. She looks at me with that disappointment in her eyes. That sad glare that makes my stomach clench each time. I can't help but be sorry about what happened. I wish she hadn't seen what happened.

While watching TV in the living room, I glance at the expensive clock hanging on the wall, 12:39. Damn, I can't believe I wake up at seven tomorrow for work! There is a stupid 50% off sale on most of the games to celebrate the arrival of a new one that I don't remember the freaking name. What I surely know is I don't even care about it and I don't like to wake up early for something I don't care about. But I gotta hold on to that and, who knows, maybe one day I will find something better.

Suddenly, I hear a key or something passing through the door lock. The house is all quiet and everyone except me is asleep. Geoff couldn't party tonight because he has to meet with his folks tomorrow. I straighten on the couch where I was formerly laying, and walk slowly toward the front door. I go along the long hallway, being careful not to make a noise, and curiously feeling like James Bond less the gun (A/N: My friend and I did that once XD). That almost makes me roll on the floor and stop right in front of the door. Finally, I slow in front of the door when I see a slim silhouette through the blurry glass of the door. Then, the door opens.

She is there, right in front of me, with her evil smile put on as usual. She wears a cute short dark jean skirt showing a lot of legs, a red tank top and some silver high heel boots. Her long thick black hair is loose on her shoulders as usual and her smile would look angelic if it was the first you would see her.

"What are you doing here?"I ask on a steady and firm voice.

"I'm checking up, moron."

"At one o'clock?"

"My dad didn't specify when I have to check, so I decided I would now."Heather says, pushing me aside so she could pass and look around.

"You know that must be illegal by the law?" I inquire, following her close.

"And? Drinking underage is illegal too but most of the teens, not to say all, do it. I don't think the 'law'" She uses air fingers it. "would punish me for that. The police has its priority at places, Duncan."

The Asian walks around the hall, faking inspecting everything, and makes her way toward the living room. Though I keep following her, she keeps ignoring me and walks around everything. Her eyes narrow at times, others they widen and, after I get tired of all of that, I catch her arm and force her to look at me.

"Why are you always this way?"

"What way?"

"Such a bitch."

"Because I like that."Heather says, getting herself out of my clutches and walking toward the kitchen, though I have been grabbing hard.

"And what did you do to me when we, you know-"

"Fuck?"Finishes Heather for me, not facing me. "Don't be scared of words, Duncan. We both know what happened."

"Well, okay. But there's still a question left…"

"What?"She turns around, really pissed of my questions.

"Why did you handcuff me?"

For what seems like a minute, Heather looks guilty and embarrassed. Her expression softens as she takes a deep breath. When I think she would turn back to herself, she lifts her head for her eyes to look straight in mine.

"At first, I thought you would be a good guy and let me do my stuff on you. You were all cool and all but then I got bored."

I really don't like the fact that she pauses at this part. Thankfully, she continues.

"So I decided to dig in my purse left next to the bed. I didn't find anything interesting until I found a kind of drug my ex-boyfriend gave me. You know, I've always fell for bad boys. Beside that, there was a Budweiser bottle that I had brought in case you didn't want me. While you were moaning like a fucking fool, I poured the powder into the bottle and made you drink. Than, instead of raping you because, you know, I'm not that naughty, I grabbed some handcuff in my purse and tied you to the bed leg. Just to imagine your face the next morning was my best satisfaction!"

I'm lost, but relieved at the same time. That was humiliating, true, but being raped by a girl was way more! And about drugs, I guess that is not that weird after all. It wasn't my first experience with those things so I guess that's okay. Noticing me staring blankly at her, Heather waves her hand in front of my face.

"What? Disappointed? Would you have preferred me doing things on you?"

"No, no, it's okay."

Before I could say anything else, she grabs her purse on the counter and makes her way toward the front door. Mumbling a few things I can barely hear. Right when her hand is on the knob, a question goes through my mind.

"Heather, why did you tell me you like me and then changed your mind after that night?"

She turns her head calmly, facing me, while opening the door.

"Sometimes, we make mistake. I guess you were one of these. Duncan, you do have a great side but next time remember; 1. Don't trust a hoe and second, you're not that worth it, playboy."

Heather disappears in the warm night as she closes the door behind her. Outside, she enters her car, starts the engine and drive down Spring Street Avenue. Well, that makes me learn a lesson. And now I have only two girls to choose between. Two girls I really like, maybe more, and I will have to choose. Heather might be a freaking hypocrite but, at least, she was right. I should stop acting like a jerk.

That's it; I'm making a choice.

So, I guess you just have to review then. Love you and have a great summer!

XoXo

KatyJay09 (Or if U prefer Kim)