I jump out of bed with a startled face and a beating heart.

"Why, you look good in the morning Courtney." A voice came out from the doorway. I jumped again and scrambled for the blankets on top of the bed. Once I felt them I pulled them down to make sure they were covering any exposed skin.

"What the hell, Duncan?" I croaked while squinting my eyes to see Duncan properly. He was stood there in his leather jacket and his tight fitted jeans. Everything looked snug, I must admit.

"It's school this morning and as I am the new boy, I don't want to be late." He stated, I furrowed my eyebrows in frustration.

"Well, why don't you go to school then? You know, on your own." I asked, like I was talking to a toddler. Duncan scowled.

"Because your mother asked me to take you this morning-"

"Why in Gods name would she do that?" I asked angrily. He shrugged.

"Because you don't have a car, so I offered to take you." He answered with a smirk. I groaned. I knew I should have gotten a car when I had a chance.

"For God sake,"

"Shut it." He demanded. "No moaning, now go and get dressed or I'll be force to dress you myself, would you want that?" he eyebrows arched. I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Hell no!" I all but screeched. He laughed.

"So, go and get dressed!" he commanded. I sighed and stomped to the shower.

"Go downstairs and I'll be down soon!" I shouted before getting in the shower. I stayed there for a maximum of ten minutes, trying to wash the grit and dirt from my body.

The towel I wrapped around my body was warm and comforting as soon as the cold hair hit my body when I stepped out of the shower. With a sudden spring to my step and a whistle coming from my lips to a tune I didn't even recognise myself, I made my way into my bedroom.

I let go of my towel as soon as I faced my wardrobe.

"Shit." I heard a groan come from behind me. I screamed.

"Duncan, what the fuck!" I screeched as I turned around, suddenly realising I was fully naked and having to hid myself with my hands. The towel was whipped underneath me in a split second.

"Fuck, me." He whispered. "Jesus, Courtney." He said in a hoarsed voice before making his way over me, closing me against the wall.

"Get out." I bit between my teeth.

"Oh good God no. I can't take my eyes off your sexy body." He whistled while his eyes raked over my body.

I squirmed away. "Get the fuck away from me,"

He laughed, "I'm sorry,"

"You're not sorry," I responded angrily as I picked up my towel and wrapped it around my body, protecting as much dignity I had left.

"You're a good girl, a virgin, am I right?" he asked, I looked at him angrily.

"I like being a good girl, I'm proud I don't have sex," I stated. "And don't get involved in my business,"

"Good on you," he smirked, without responding to my last statement. Purposely I knew.

"Don't be a dick, look, Duncan, you're a player, I don't need people like you in my life," I said.

"I may come across as a hormonal player boy, Courtney, but I've been brought up to do things with a girl when she's ready and wanting and most of them are, it's just innocent sex with girls who want it too," he answered. "Stop calling me a player,"

"Aren't they sluts? Why would you want to shag anything that walks? How is that even appetising?" It had always baffled me. He shrugged.

"That's my buisness,"

"Oh so you can protect your business but mine shall be thrown about like a gossip magazine?" I asked annoyed.

"Well," was his only reply.

"I hate boys like you," I muttered.

"Oh thanks," he muttered sarcastically.

"It's okay, look, can you leave now?" I pleaded. He didn't move. "Go!" he smirked before walking to the door.

"Quickly get ready, we're going to be late for school otherwise. I'll go downstairs." Duncan said before retreating to the door. He sure knew how to press all the wrong buttons. He sure knew how to wind me up.

I quickly got ready and made my way downstairs as soon I was.

"Ready?" he asked. I nodded as soon as I reached the front door.

Duncan led me to his car, I jumped in after looking at the sleek machine with awe. Duncan smirked.

"Beautiful isn't she?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered, still in awe of the leather seats.

Obviously, he was made of money, I mean, my family wasn't short of a few dollars, but no way would I ever be allowed a car like this, I didn't even have a car. Yet he lived in the same area as me, which I found completely unfair. We obviously had the same amount of money, so where was my machine? I guess I didn't really care, really.

"Let's get you to school," he whispered before starting the car.