The Hostile Hookup

Ok here we go with chapter four. I was supposed to have this one out by friday but instead I spent most of that day runing around town being idiots with my friends. But it doesn't matter cause now for ur reading enjoyment I give you chapter 4!

Enjoy!

No Honor among Thieves

Early on Monday morning in a large office in an even larger building somewhere in downtown sat a slightly built man with handsome head of gray hair and glasses. Dressed in a casual business suit he sat in the brightly light office sipping his morning coffee nonchalantly while pouring over some case files for his current client.

As always he had been the first one to work but as the morning was growing steadily on his coworkers soon began to pile into the building one by one. For a powerful and well known lawyer he held a gentle smile on his lips as he, every once and a while, would look up from his files and type something on his computer. He had a meeting with his client later on that day and was trying to update the case file before that time. Looking from the computer back to the small stack of paper on his desk he paused, then he looked back to the computer and scanned the screen.

"Oh my…" He muttered under his breath before a sheepish smile slipped on his face, "How embarrassing, I seemed to have forgotten to record when our next court hearing will be held."

He gave a thoughtful look, "Now was it the twenty-sixth or the third of next month…?" he muttered to himself.

Then giving up he sighed while pushing himself up from his desk. "Martha should know." He muttered to himself as he began to make his way out of the office his steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

Usually he would just call her up through the intercom but in truth he was very grateful for the reason to get up and stretch his legs after the long morning. Even if it was just to walk out his office doors for a quick talk with his secretary.

But upon walking out of his office he was instantly met with Martha's empty desk.

He frowned wondering for a moment where it was she could have gone to but found he didn't need to wonder long as the elevator door opened up to reveal Martha, a short and plump woman in her early forty's, and Erik, a tall and slightly balding man who he had played golf with on more than one occasion.
They exited the elevator also holding mugs of coffee laughing goodheartedly at one thing or another.

Looking up with a start Martha cried, "Oh, well, well, well look who's finally decided to grace us all with his presence."

Again the man smiled sheepishly, "Pouring over some of my clients files before I meet him this afternoon." He explained.

Martha smiled kindly, "Again, always working hard."

"He's not known as one of the best damn lawyer's this town has ever seen for nothing." Grinned Erik

"Well for being known as being that good you'd think I'd be able to better keep track of when my next court dates are." Said the gray haired man.

Martha rolled her eyes, "I've told about ten times already!" she sighed making her way over to her desk.

"I know, I know, sorry Martha!" He said making his toward her desk as Martha began to type into her computer, "This will be the last time I ask I swear."

Martha only made an unconvinced sound under her breath.

After taking a quick sip from his mug he asked, "So what were you guys laughing about anyway?"

Erik grinned not really looking at the other man as he said, "Oh, just Phillis down on the fourth floor."

"Oh yeah? What happened?"

Giving a quick chuckle Erik said, "Well you know how he's got that little gambling problem?"

Nodding his head the other man made an unfortunate sound before saying, "Yeah, yeah I heard his wife was planning on leaving him because of that."

Taking a quick drink from his cup Erik continued, "Yeah, he says he's getting help with that. But get this, just the other day Barney, you know Barney right? His son goes to Timberview?"

"Yeah I know him." The gray haired man replied wanting Erik to continue.

"Well Barney was bragging about how his son is one of the best players the football teams seen in years and that Riverdale didn't stand a chance with his kid playing quarterback and all sorts of crap. So then Phillis starts going on about how Timberview aint won a game against Riverdale yet and then they start getting into it so then Barney bets Phillis fifty bucks that his son's school win against Riverdale! And of course Phillis can't refuse a bet so he agrees and guess who won!?"

The other man raised a brow, "Well, Phillis won right?"

Martha shook her head, "Timberview won. Forty-five to Forty-four."

"They lost by one point?" Asked the other man incredulously

"By one point!" Erik repeated.

"Aww man! You know I graduated from Riverdale. Last I heard they were on a huge winning streak." After taking a sip from his coffee the gray haired man continued, "So Phillis lost fifty bucks, huh. Well that's not too bad."

Erik gave another chuckle, "Well here's the thing, Phillis refuses to pay up!"

The other man raised a brow, "What?"

"He and Barney were downstairs arguing about the game. Phillis says they wouldn't have lost if the team hadn't been distracted by a sudden screen play of two teens making out."

The gray haired man furrowed his brow, "Making out?"

Erik nodded, "Apparently there were a few seconds of a couple of teens making out during the final play of the game, it was a mistake but it was also a shock."Erik finished bringing his cup up for another drink.

At this the other man gave a wistful laugh, "Well teenagers will be teenagers."

Erik and Martha both exchanged knowing smiles.

"Your next court hearing is on the twenty-seventh so next week." Martha said.

Giving a slight snap of the fingers the other man said, "The twenty-seventh! I was close!"

No longer able to help himself Erik said, "You know the really crazy thing about the two teens making out."

"Hm what?" Asked the gray haired man from behind his mug.

"Well it's just that…everyone's going around saying it was your daughter on the screen."

The other man sputtered his coffee slightly as he brought his hand up to hit his chest lightly, bringing his mug down and clearing his throat he asked, "W-what?"

Shrugging Martha said, "My husband was watching the game, and the girl in the make out scene looked an awful lot like Heather."

Erik nodded with a grin, "Everyone's thinking that it's because of your little girl that Riverdale lost the game."

Heather's father stared, "N-no way Heather wouldn't…my daughter isn't the type to just go around making out with boys at football games!"

"Easy, easy." Said Erik with his grin still in place, "You don't have to take our word for it, it's on youtube."

Heather's father's frown deepened, "Youtube!?"

Erik nodded, "That little girl of yours is becoming quite famous in more ways than one."

Paling slightly Heather's father grimaced, great first that BS she pulled on that Total drama Island show now this!?

Groaning slightly the man ran a hand through his gray hair before making his way back to his office. Martha and Erik both watched as he disappeared behind the large double doors before looking at each other.

"Did you really need to tell him that?"

Erik shrugged, "He was just gonna find out about it later. Everyone's talking about it."

"I know," Sighed Martha, "But he seemed so cheerful before and now…He really does seem to go through a lot sometimes…and he's such a good man…" she trailed of sadly.

"Yeah," said Erik looking back into his quickly cooling cup of coffee, "Yeah…to bad his daughters a bitch though." He said before making his way back to the elevator.

Martha looked after Erik's retreating back with a deadpanned look before muttering a simple, "I hear that."

~*~*~

Duncan trudged wearily up the school steps, his school uniform thrown on haphazardly and his school backpack slung loosely over his shoulder. He showed no effort to rush even though the first bell of the day was set to ring soon. He gave a loud yawn as he made his way through the almost empty school hallways; maybe staying up late to finish that grand theft auto game had been a mistake for a Sunday night. But what the hell, he was never really a big fan of Monday's anyway.

"I should've just skipped outta school for today." Duncan muttered irritably to himself as he rounded a corner and began to make his way to his locker.

Looking up a sly smile made its way on his tired face to find Heather leaning against his locker with a deep frown on her face. Her gaze was cast downward so she gave a slight start when Duncan called out,

"That's what I like to see, my girl anxious and waiting for me."

It was quick and predicted when her all too familiar scowl came into place, "Listen delinquent, we need to talk! This whole revenge thing you got going on is going way too far."

When Duncan was at her side Heather moved so he could he open his locker. Leaning in close to him she whispered fiercely, "People actually think me and you are dating!"

"How'd you know where my locker was?" Duncan asked uncaringly.

Heather heaved a deep sigh as she rolled her eyes, "I saw you at it the other-"

"Spying on me, babe?" Duncan asked turning a cocky smirk in her direction.

"You wish!" she snapped angrily then as though catching herself, she quickly took a deep breath and said in a calm though forced voice, "Ok, it's the garbage thing right?"

Duncan raised a brow, "Excuse me?"

"That's what this whole thing is about right," Heather forced a smile, "I embarrass you, and you got your little revenge. I think it's about time we call it even and put all this nastiness behind us."

"What are you kidding me? As far as revenge goes I've barely just started."

Heather clenched her fists at her sides but continued to try to be civil as she stated, "Derek won't talk to me, this school is plagued with false allegations all of which concern me, and after that little stunt you pulled at the game on Friday everyone's saying it's my fault we lost that stupid football game! I think you got your fair share of revenge!"

"That thing that happened at the game was your fault," Duncan said calmly, ignoring her last statement, as he pulled his book from his locker, "If you hadn't practically jumped me-"

"I tripped!" Screamed Heather angrily forcing Duncan to believe this wasn't the first time she's had to explain herself about that issue.

He smirked "Yeah whatever you say." Then slamming his locker shut he began to make his way toward their first block class. Heather walked quickly to stay at his side.

"Ok so what do want?" She asked quickly yet grudgingly.

Duncan raised his brows as he looked down at her.

"For the CD's." Then as an afterthought quickly added, "All of them!"

"Well you took that one from the game, so now there's only the one left."

Heather shot him a dull look, "Yeah right."

Duncan gave a half shrug, "Haven't gotten around to making more copies yet." He smirked down at her, "So you're really willing to do anything for this CD?"

Heather looked irritably to the ground as they walked before mumbling a grudging, "Yes, I'll do anything."

Looking back to Duncan she was instantly met with a lewd grin. She glared and quickly added, "Within reason!"

Duncan gave a light chuckle before asking, "So this whole thing with everyone thinking we're a couple is really pissing you off huh?" They stopped no in front of their first period class.

Heathers frown deepened, "Well duh! It's like every second everyone's thinking I'm with you is a second that my reputation is being flushed down the toilet!"

The first bell rung as Duncan shot her another smirk, "That's what I wanted to hear."

Then loudly throwing the classroom door open Duncan stormed inside with a loud, "Alright everyone listen up!"

The classroom fell silent as shocked eyes fell on Duncan,

"I'm sick of all these damn rumors going around the school, so I'm here to set everyone straight! In short the answer to all your questions is, yes me and Heather are going out! Yes we were in that football coach's room making out and even though most of you guys blame us for that lost against Timberview you guys gotta understand, me and Heather were just really horny that day and we had no clue that we were on camera or that the shot was gonna be played for the whole damn stadium to see! Though truth be told that last part had been Heather's fault, girl just can't keep her hands of me," Duncan grinned, "Now I'm only one guy and this is a pretty big school so I'm sure I'm not gonna be able to stop all the rumors from flying around but know if you do feel the need to spread rumors at least now you got all your facts straight!"

Crossing his arms Duncan smirked at the now stunned class, Heather who still stood by the classroom door, only stood there with an incredulous look her face now ghost white.

"Well…damn." Came a random voice from the class after a moment's time.

Then with a clearing of her throat Mrs. Doley stood up with an irritable look on her face. "Well that's all fine and dandy Duncan, but you and Heather both came in after the bell so you two need to go and get tardy slips from the attendance office."

"Sure thing Mrs. D." Duncan said with a smug smile as he began to make his out the classroom. Passing Heather he grabbed the still stunned girl's wrist and pulled her along saying, "Come on babe, no more quickies in the janitor's closet before the bell."

It wasn't until a few seconds later after Heather and Duncan had left and the door had closed shut that the class heard a loud and enraged scream followed by an even louder slap.

~*~*~

Around the late afternoon Heather's father burst through the doors of his house,

"Honey!" he called out irritably though wearily. There was no answer as he took off his work jacket to place on the hook and set his briefcase on the ground next to the door. He sighed, knowing where he would find his wife, began to make his way grudgingly up the stairs, down the long hallway, turned a corner resumed down an even larger hallway past a few room doors and stopped at a double door. This room was his wife's office where she usually tended to spend most of her time since she worked from home.

He tapped on the door, "Honey, you in there?"

"Yeah I'm here." Came his wife's voice from the other side of the door.

"Do you know what you're daughter did at-"

He stopped as one of the double doors opened to reveal a pretty looking woman with dark hair that stopped at her shoulders and silver eyes that matched Heather's own. After opening the door she made her back into the room to her desk, he took the silent invitation and made his way in after her.

He started again, "Do you know what Heather-"

"Yes, yes, I already know about that." She sighed.

"You do!? Well when did you find out!?" cried the father feeling as though he had been left out of some loop concerning his own daughter.

"This morning." Heather's mom answered sitting down at her desk. "Susan called and told me to google Heather's name and Riverdale football game."

The father felt his eye twitch, "Great."

She smiled sincerely "Oh don't be like that. Our little girl is growing up, it's not a big surprise that she's out kissing boys."

"Yeah I know that but for her to be broadcasting it out at football games and youtube! It was bad enough when she was kissing that…that one boy on that show…"

"Trent." His wife supplied.

"Yeah him! And she didn't even like him!"

His wife nodded, "She was trying to break up Trent and Gwen on the off chance that them getting together would form an alliance."

He stared at his wife. She shrugged, "What? I liked that show."

He deepened his frown as he continued "And did you see the boy she was kissing!? He looked like he was fresh out of juvey!"

She nodded, "Most likely, don't you remember him dear? That's Duncan."

He furrowed his brow, "Who?"

"Duncan! From the show! Remember the bad boy with the long juvenile record."

He looked thoughtful, "Oh…Oh yeah I remember now!" He blinked, "Why on earth was he at the game?"

"Apparently he goes to Riverdale now."Not really bothering to question why or how his wife knew this, Heather's father took on another thoughtful look before asking, "I thought he got together with that one girl?"

"Courtney!" His wife happily supplied as though this were a game and she was scoring big points for remembering the cast's name.

"Yeah, yeah her!" He furrowed his brow, "So if he was going out with that Courtney girl then why now is he making out with my daughter?"

Again the wife shrugged, "Maybe something happened. Can't a boy change love interests?"

Heather's father scowled, "Not if he's trying to juggle two girls at the same time and the other woman happens to be my little girl!"

She gave a snort before she burst out into a fit of giggles, "Are you hearing yourself!? 'The other woman'!?"

He glared at his wife, "What!? You don't know what these teenagers are capable of these days!"

Ceasing her fit of giggles the wife grinned up at her husband, "Do you wanna know something interesting?"

He blinked down at her.

"Duncan's grandfather is one of the most successful and richest men in Canada!"

He stared, "How do you know?"

"Well if he's dating our Heather feather I wanted to know more about him than what I saw on TV. So I looked it up on the computer."

"Whoa, hold on there! Dating!? Who says they're dating!?"

Tucking some hair behind her ear Heather's mother stated, "Well…I assume they're dating if they're on TV making ou-"

"Blah, blah, blah!" Cried Heather's father covering his ears and effectively drowning out the rest of his wife's sentence. "I don't care what was on TV or youtube or any of that crap! She's too young to date!"

She frowned in annoyance at her husband, "She's seventeen! She's more than old enough to want to be curious about the opposite sex!"

His eyes widened at the mention of sex before narrowing dangerously, "There is no way that my little girl is going out with some two timing juvenile delinquent and that's final!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth when they heard the slam of the front door barging open and a loud and angry scream of,

"MOM, DAD WHERE ARE YOU!!??"

Both parents paled considerably, "Uh, oh she's in a mood." Said Heathers mom timidly as they heard footsteps thumping heavily up the stairs.

"Oh god what do we do!?" Cried out the father as he clutched tightly against Heather's mom's arm.

"Remember to just smile, nod, and be understanding! Like the 'Parent's Guide to Teenage Psycho's' says!" she whispered fiercely.

Bursting into the home office Heather glared angrily at her parents and as if on cue the two parents cheerfully and quickly called out,

"Hi Heather feather!"

"How was school today!?" smiled her mother just oozing with false sweetness and joy.

"I want him expelled!" Screamed Heather angrily.

"Erm, who pumpkin?" asked her father trying to smile kindly through his fear.

"Duncan, that's who! He's ruining my life!!"

At this her father's smile became real, "Oh is that so pumpkin!? Well you just leave it all up to daddy, I'll pull some strings make some calls and in no time at all I'll have that delinquent gone!"

"I want him out of Riverdale by tomorrow!" screamed Heather.

"No problem at all sweetheart!" smiled her father happily.

"Um, now wait a second!" interjected Heather's mom, "Why do you want him expelled?"

Heather glowered, "I already told you he's ruining my life!"

"Let's not make this difficult honey," Reasoned Heather's dad, "If she wants him gone then we should just do what our little princess says."

Turning to her husband Heather's mom frowned "Now have you forgotten what I said? About his grandfather?"

Heather's father returned her frown, "What's the big deal!?"

"He's got success, power, wealth! The man could practically buy half of Canada if he wanted to!"

"Now you're overexagerating!"

Heather furrowed her brow, "What are you guys talking about!?"

"Honey trust me." Continued Heather's mother, "This man is not someone you want to make your enemy! You go up against him your career, status; everything we've worked hard on will be lost! He owns five of his own private islands for god's sakes!"

Heather's father crossed his arms as he gave the ground an irritable glare really thinking his wife's words through.

While Heather blinked figuring things out on her own through the conversation. Was Duncan's grandfather really that powerful? Even more so than her own dad?

"So instead of trying to go up against the man don't you think it would be more profitable to talk this whole mess out peacefully?" Heather's mom gave a thoughtful look, "Like say…ohhh, I don't know over dinner?"

"What!?" screeched Heather, "I tell you that idiot is ruining my life and you want to invite him over for dinner!?"

Turning to Heather she explained, "Darling we saw the kiss on youtube and everyone's talking about it. At the very least we should get this whole mess straightened out. Your father lives a very public life you know and…" lowering her voice as though someone might be listening she continued, "We don't want people…labeling you."

Heather stared with wide eyes her mouth slightly agape "Labeling!? Are you crazy!?"

Heaving a sigh her father spoke up, "Now honey calm down, I know you're upset but…I think your mother may be right on this one…I don't think there's much we can do about it…"

Heather stared stunned. That wasn't something she was used to hearing.

Her mother smiled happily, "Don't worry dear it'll be fine! We just want to get to know him that's all."

Heather's eyes narrowed dangerously causing her parents to flinch slightly. The young girl opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again as though to truly tell her parents of. But then with a carless shake of her head she closed her mouth again and made her way out her mother's office her dangerous glare still in place.

Both parents didn't say a word till they heard the loud slamming of Heather's bedroom door not too far away.

"Well," Breathed Heather's mom shakily, "That wasn't too bad."

Slowly her husband nodded his head, "I-it went well." He said not really sure, at all, exactly how it went.

Taking a deep breath he looked to his wife asking, "So, will you be calling them to make dinner plan arrangements?"

Returning her husband's gaze the wife happily said, "I already made them! I can't wait to get Duncan's autograph!"

Her husband stared, his wife grinned, "I really liked that show!"

~*~*~

As the days passed by at school Heather found it becoming more and more difficult to ignore Duncan and it wasn't just the fact that they both shared the same first period class. His little stunt at the beginning of class the other day had only been for show, for as the rumors became more outrageous and more numerous it was obvious to tell who was starting them. And, of course, Duncan made sure always to remind her of the incriminating disk he still held in his possession effectively keeping her from saying any different of the insane rumors.

Duncan began sitting with her at lunch at her table with a casual air as though this were the way it had always been! And though at first a few of her friends did not agree with this Duncan had simply said,

"Well if you girls don't want me here I'll gladly leave. But first why not see what Heather has to say about that first." Then he turned to her with that smug smile she hated so much telling her easily with his eyes exactly what would happen if she said the wrong thing.

So looking down at her hands with an angry scowl she simply declared,

"He can stay." Through gritted teeth earning shocked looks form the girls and a slightly amused smile from Jasmine.

And so of course the sheep quickly followed suit. Heather found with dismay that by Wednesday afternoon Duncan was as popular as the first day he had arrived at Riverdale. Minus the garbage incident.

The same people who had shunned him were once again asking for autographs, wanting to get to know the reality TV star, wanting to get in good graces of the queen bee's new 'boyfriend'. And as shallow as it was Duncan was willingly eating it up with a silver spoon.

So by Friday afternoon still having 7th and 8th period to go Heather leaned heavily on the walls of locker like everyone else just wanting to get the week over with!

Sighing for about the fiftieth time Jasmine who had been busy going through her locker finally looked to her dark haired friend with a dull look,

"Ok I'll bite. What's wrong?"

"I am so ready for this week to be over." Said Heather wearily.

"Aren't we all?"

"It's been day after day of complete madness I swear! And that juvenile idiot is the ring leader of it all!"

"You mean your boyfriend?" Asked Jasmine turning a smile on Heather. The other girl only glowered.

Jasmine found it quite curious that Heather never really admitted to ever being Duncan's girlfriend, even though that's what all the rumors implied and that's how it looked to be, but she also found it amusing that she never denied the fact as well.

"Well, we only got two more classes to go!" Jasmine tried to cheer up her friend.

"This day can't end fast enough!" groaned Heather.

Grinning Jasmine tried, "Just look at it this way, as soon as schools out all your problems will go with it."

A faint hint of a smile quirked at the end of Heather's mouth, "Right," she said almost to herself, "By the end of the day I can go home, relax, and just not think about-"

"Hey Heather!" Called the sole reason for her scorn. Heather felt her death grip tighten on the school books she held in her hands.

Storming up to the girls Duncan scowled out, "What's my old man going on about some dinner invitation?" He asked crudely completely ignoring Jasmine.

Heather blinked before groaning and slapping her hand to her forehead. After this long week she had almost allowed herself to forget.

"Hey Duncan." Greeted Jasmine goodheartedly.

As though just realizing she had been standing there Duncan looked to her with a raised brow before muttering a careless, "What's up, Jasmine." In return because out of all of Heather's other friends he didn't completely hate Jasmine.

"I forgot about that stupid thing!" Cried Heather.

Duncan shook his head, "Sorry babe, I don't do parent meetings."

"As if I want you there!" Snapped Heather, "This whole thing was my mom's idea!"

"Yeah right." Duncan replied brining a hand up to casually rub against the back of his neck before he muttered, "We've only been dating for only a couple weeks and already-"

"It wasn't my idea!" Heather yelled throwing her text book at Duncan's head only to miss and end up slamming it in the back of some other students head with a loud thud!

Duncan scowled down at her as Heather glared up at him.

Jasmine stared looking back and forth between the two before muttering quickly, "Yeah, I'm just gonna go on to class now!" And with that she took off being careful to step over the unconscious kid that Heather had knocked out with her text book.

"If you just end this thing now you wouldn't have to go to the stupid dinner." Heather seethed.

Duncan gave a mean smirk, "What and spoil all the fun?"

And when he took a step toward her she quickly took a step back not wanting to be close to him while so many other people were in the hallways. Duncan raised a brow at this his mean smirk becoming amused.

Feeling as though she may have lost some leverage Heather quickly scowled out, "You better hope that nothing happens to that precious disk of yours because as soon as you lose blackmailing advantage I am going to make every day of your life a living nightmare!"

And with that she quickly turned on her heel and began to make her way down the hall. Duncan enjoyed the backside view for a while before calling after her,

"See you at dinner tonight babe!"

Causing Heather to pause and the other students to look curiously at the couple. Duncan could practically see Heather shaking with anger before continuing angrily on her way down the hall. The delinquent had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

~*~*~

Whenever Heather's parents invited special guests over for dinner everything had to be perfect. Best food, best dinner presentations, best cooks and so on. So when Heather returned home that evening to find the house swarming with maids doing some last minute cleaning and fretful cooks trying to finish up their masterpieces she was, to say the least, unsurprised.

As soon as Heather's mom caught a glimpse of her daughter through all the chaos she quickly ushered the young angry girl upstairs to change into nicer cloths before their guests arrived that night.

Far too upset and tired to protest Heather grudgingly did as she was told. She carelessly changed from her school uniform into a dark red blouse and a black skirt that came appropriately to her knees. Then she laid down on her bed in a small attempt to get a few minutes rest before the sure to be disastrous dinner.

In about an hour's time which felt like only seconds to Heather her mom knocked on her door before opening it a just a crack to tell her daughter,

"Honey, come downstairs now. They should be here any second."

Heather groaned in answer.

A few minutes later after her mother had left and she had made sure she was presentable enough Heather made her way downstairs and into the dining room sitting heavily at the fully decorated table. Leaning onto the table with her elbows and her hands up supporting her face she took in the lovely china and silverware (the kind her parents only saved for special events), The lovely bouquet of assorted flowers, and of course the light glowing of candles all of which were perfectly placed.

Heather glowered, "What are you guys, trying to romance them?"

Heather's mom who was wearing a simple yet lovely dress stood there smiling with her autograph book held tightly against her chest,

"We just want everything to perfect, dear."

With a roll of her eyes Heather said, "They're not gonna care what the table looks like! They're probably just here for free food!"

Giving her daughter a disapproving look she said, "Now why would a man that wealthy need to accept a dinner invitation just to eat?"

"You're just sucking up to him because the guys got money," Heather crossed her arms, "Otherwise we wouldn't be going through all this mess."

"What a horrible thing to say." Her mother said looking away from her daughter. "Me and your father are just trying to get a little involved in your life by inviting your new boyfriend over for dinner."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Cried the dark haired girl angrily just as the door bell rang.

"Ohmygod! They're here!" Cried her mother fretfully.

"That's probably what the doorbell ringing meant." Said Heather icily strong sarcasm implied.

Ignoring that remark she quickly said, "Heather be a dear and let them in! I have to go get your father! I swear he takes longer to get ready than a woman!"

Her mother then began to rush herself towards the stairs but not before calling back, "And remember, be nice!"

Once again rolling her eyes Heather took her precious time getting to the door with an uncaring air about her. But when the doorbell began to ring over and over and over again Heather grit her teeth and quickened her steps before opening the door angrily coming face to face with an annoyed Duncan and a kindly looking old man with a cane.

Heather wasn't at all surprised to find Duncan wearing a casual skull t-shirt dark baggy jean pants with chains coming from the front pocket to wrap halfway around and disappear in the back pocket. Complete with a black unzipped hoodie. The older man at least had some decency to wear a casual suit.

"Good evening dear!" said the old man whom Heather assumed was Duncan's grandfather.

"Was there, like, a reason for ringing the door bell over and over like a depraved lunatic!?" She snapped ignoring the greeting.

Duncan gave an uncaring shrug, "Took you long enough to answer after the first ring, I was testing it to see if it worked or not."

"Well aren't you the good samaritan?" she seethed already irritated by the evening.

Duncan grinned, "Didn't I tell ya old man."

The old man gave a light chuckle, "Yes you did grandson, this one has some bite in her!"

"Some what!?" Heather cried angrily placing her hands on her hips.

Duncan chuckled while grandfather brought his cane out to tap lightly against the side of Heather's leg,

"Aren't you going to invite us in dear?"

Bringing her hand down Heather shoved the cane away from her with an irritable, "Watch it gramps!"

While Duncan took the chance to push past her inside the house, "Not a bad place you got here." He said as his gaze moved around the large and beautifully decorated house.

"Hey!" Cried Heather turning toward the delinquent, "You can't just force your way-"

"Oh my!" Said grandfather also making his way inside, "It really is lovely!"

Heather scowled, "When in the past few seconds did I ever say, 'Please come in'!?"

"Hey gramps check out this vase." Duncan said casually pointing to one of her dads rare and antique collectibles that he kept proudly on display on a pedestal close to the front door. He enjoyed people being able to see it on their way in and out the house. "I bet it could be worth some big bucks!"

Leaning in close toward the artifact grandpa squinted his eyes and adjusted his glasses before saying, "My, my this does seem quiet valuable." Then turning to Heather he asked, "Tell me young lady, are your parents collectors of such fine things?"

With a deep frown Heather slammed her door shut, whilst glaring at the two. Now that she thought about it inviting Duncan into her house and with all her families' expensive tastes just lying around was pretty much just like asking to be robbed. And who's to say that his entire family aren't just a gang of thieves!? His grandfather could have made his fortune by secretly being some mastermind jewel thief or something!

Crossing her arms Heather angrily announced, "Just so you know our house has a highly protected security system! And we checked every ounce of merchandise we own just this afternoon so we'd know if you took anything!"

Duncan gave the girl an annoyed look while grandfather blinked before slowly catching on, "Oohh…You thought!?" Then he gave one of his loud laughs that made Heather flinch, "My dear we were simply looking and admiring! We weren't going to steal anything!"

"I was." Duncan said casually making his grandfather look to him with a bewildered expression. Then looking back to Heather he gave another loud laugh (though this one seemed a little forced) saying, "Kidding! He's kidding of course!"

Once done laughing he said, "We wouldn't accept a dinner invitation to steal! What do you take us for criminals!?"

Unconvinced Heather raised her brow, "You wouldn't?" she challenged.

"Of course not! We accepted the invitation because of the free food!" He cried happily.

Heather felt her brow twitch as she glowered at the old man. But before she could make a remark to this her parents happily made their way downstairs.

"So good of you to come," Cried her mother as she made her way toward the three.

Grandfather smiled "Oh it was no trouble at all-"

"Duncan!" finished her mother passing by grandfather to young man and grabbing his hand in an ecstatic handshake.

Duncan blinked but returned the handshake with an unsure, "No prob, thanks for having us."

Giving a childish giggle her mom said, "The pranks you Geoff, and DJ pulled on Harold were to die for! Not that I would ever approve of those things myself I'm just saying they were funny!" She gave a slight laugh before saying, "Oh and I thought the little scene between you and Heather in 'Are We There Yeti?' was just adorable!"

"Mom, were you even watching that episode!? That was just to get the stupid map from him and Owen!" Heather yelled

Ignoring her daughter she asked, "If it's not too much trouble could I have your autograph!?"

Again Duncan blinked as Heather's mom shoved her autograph book and a pen in Duncan's face.

"Er…yeah sure." He grinned taking the book and finding a blank spot crudely signed it as to my biggest fan.

Giving an unsure laugh Heather's father explained to grandfather, "She was a real big fan of the show."

"There you go sweetheart," Duncan said casually giving the book back to the ecstatic mom, "Eeeee!" She cried happily hugging the autograph book to her chest.

"Ugh" Looking up Heather said, "God if you're up there, now would be a real good time to kill me!"

After the formal introductions Heather's father said, "I must say it is a pleasure meeting you! I've heard nothing but good things about all your success. You retired at the age of thirty two isn't that right!?"

Grinning Grandfather said, "Ah yes, the good old days! I tell ya when you're young and having that kind of fun time really seems to pass you by. My son went and grew up, got himself a family and a nice little career and by the time I took the chance to slow down he was already settled into his own nice little life style. And I found I had no one to help continue my success in the business world as a successor." Duncan rolled his eyes, Heather gave a bored yawn. Grinning the old man proudly proclaimed, "Which is why my grandson is here now!"

Duncan then grimaced, as Heather raised a brow.

"Oh you're planning for your…grandson to take of where you left off?" Asked Heather's father unsurely.

"It's not a sure thing yet." Duncan muttered irritably.

While Grandfather happily said, "Yep that's right!"

"No way!" Heather grinned, "You're going to try and turn Duncan into some sort of straight suite business guy!?" she laughed, "Honestly whatever gave you that idea!? As if someone like him could make it into the business world! You'd be better of placing a monkey in a suit and telling it to fax personal notices!"

Duncan glared, while Heathers mom gave an incredulous cry of "Heather!" Her father gave a slight cough which sounded suspiciously like 'Sounds about right.' And grandfather began to happily crack up,

"Well I do love monkeys!" He exclaimed happily.

Heather smirked chalking this up as a slight victory for her.

"Well what about the show!?" Cried Heather's mom sounding close to distraught, "If Duncan becomes your successor he'll still be able to do the show right!"

Waving his hand carelessly Grandfather simply said, "I'm sure we'll find some way to work around that eventually. The bridge will be crossed when we get to it."

Smiling Heather's father then said, "Well now! How about we start making our way into the dining room! I'm sure you two are waiting to be fed!"

"I'll just be a sec to see if the cooks are done with the appetizers." Said Heathers mom before making her way into the kitchen.

"Now you're talking!" said grandfather happily as he began making his way after Heather's dad. "Come along grandson!"

"Yeah I'm coming!" Duncan called back returning his gaze back to the expensive vase.

Heather frowned as she watched him, "High security." She said simply just in case he'd forgotten.

"I heard you the first time." He replied before straightening up and looking to Heather with a casual smile.

Placing her hands on her hips she said, "Just know, I have my eye on you delinquent."

"Don't you trust me?" He grinned.

She gave him a dull look, "Trust a thief!? Yeah right, as if!"

Moving toward her he reached into his pocket pulling out Heather's incriminating disk.

"Lookie what I've got."

Heather scowled, "I am really getting sick of this!"

"How about you show me a little more respect at dinner huh babe? We wouldn't want daddy seeing what his little girls been up to after school hours now would we?"

Heather only fumed as she glared irritably at the delinquent. But she made mental note of it when he placed the disk easily into his left jeans pocket.

~*~*~

With a slight clang Heathers fork fell to the ground for what had to be the fortieth time. She glared at Duncan who sat next to her innocently tearing into his steak, chewing rudely. Her parents were oblivious as they talked with high interest with Duncan's grandfather about the economy, business, politics and other boring things that Heather chose to ignore.

She was used to her parents giving they're dinner guests their full attention and playing the appropriate daughter who sat there speaking only when she needed to. It was a role she was accustomed to and didn't mind playing as a matter of fact she would gladly play her part now if it weren't for the jackass sitting next to her constantly knocking her salad fork to the ground.

"Stop it!" She hissed angrily.

"My bad." He mumbled through a mouth full of food.

Rolling her eyes she bent down 'again' to retrieve the fork unaware of nice view of cleavage she gave to the delinquent every time she did so.

Turning her attention back to the total drama star Heather's mom smiled before asking, "So can I assume that you two are an official couple now?"

Turning his gaze form the lovely view Duncan turned his attention to Heathers mom who was smiling kindly with just a slightly teasing hint in her eyes.

"Something like that." Said Duncan giving a nonchalant shrug.

Frowning Heather's mom said, "Oh?...But I thought that-"

"It's not like it matters!" snapped Heather sitting up and slamming her fork irritably on the table she said, "Geez can't you give it a rest!"

Duncan looked to Heather with a frown, chewing his food thoughtfully.

"During the ah…Total Drama Show," said Heathers dad, "Weren't you dating that one girl…Courtney?"

At this Duncan instantly stopped stuffing his face swallowing hard he looked up to Heather's father with cold glare that held a silent warning. Slightly taken aback Heathers father tensed slightly under the icy look but to his surprise it was gone as soon as it had appeared as Duncan looked away from him with an uncaring air about him simply replying,

"We're not seeing much of each other anymore."

Quickly sensing the shift in atmosphere Heathers mom quickly said, "We're very sorry to hear that! She was a very nice girl."

Duncan almost smirked in amusement at that. Perhaps at first glance, yeah, he could see people referring to Courtney as nice but upon getting to know her one would find 'nice' wasn't really a word that should usually be affiliated with the CIT in training.

Obviously on the same thinking track as him, Heather gave an indecent snort before muttering, "Nice, yeah right."

"That's the uptight girl right!" Said grandfather, "The one who was a CIT or something!" He gave a lewd grin, "She was quite a looker grandson!"

"Yeah she was." Duncan said once again with his nonchalant air about him.

"I wonder what happened?" Heather asked sweetly slipping a small forkful of salad into her mouth before looking to Duncan with an innocent but pointed look.

Taking a quick drink from his cup Duncan said, "Nothing you need to worry yourself about babe."

"Do you still talk to her?" Heather pushed still in her innocent tone. Duncan glared.

"Does she know about us?" Heather grinned and there was suddenly nothing innocent about her at all.

With a disapproving look Heather's mom scolded, "Now Heather feather it's not polite to pry!"

Silver eyes widened as the young girl paled visibly, furrowing his brow Duncan asked, "What? What did you call her?"

"Nothing! She didn't say anything!" Cried Heather quickly.

"Oh!" blushed Heather's mom smiling sheepishly, "Heather feather is just a little nickname for her! I use it so often sometimes I forget that Heather doesn't like it when I call her that in front of other people."

"Mom!" Cried Heather angrily.

Her mother flinched at Heather's angry tone.

"Awww I think it's cute!" cried Grandfather.

"So do I." Agreed Duncan turning the all but innocent grin right back to her, "Heather feather."

"Don't. Call. Me. That!" she said in a deadly low voice. Her glare murderous.

"Or what?" He leaned in close eyes taunting, "Heather feather."

She stood suddenly causing her parents to jump slightly while grandfather continued to stuff his face as though this were his last meal.

"You know what! I think we're done here!" Cried Heather angrily.

Duncan blinked up at the girl, "What?"

"Come with me!" She demanded grabbing Duncan's sweater sleeve and pulling him along with her.

"But I'm not done eating yet!" Cried Duncan angrily as he staggered up ungracefully due to the girls persistent tugging.

"You are now! Come here!"

"Aye easy now!"

"Shut up!"

More indignant yelling could be heard as they continued out the dining room and into the hallway. Heathers father frowned with an annoyed look,

"Do you think we should just let them leave like that?"

"Like what?" Asked Heather's mom smiling after the couple.

"Like…together." He answered irritably.

"They'll be fine!" Said Grandfather happily around a mouthful of food, "Let the kids have their fun!"

~*~*~

Slamming the boy as hard as she could against a wall far from prying ears she angrily scowled, "You will never ever call me that again! Got it!?"

Not looking at all bothered by the aggression Duncan only gave Heather a bored glare, "Chill out it's just a name."

Leaning in with her hands on her hips Heather said "Look, it's not that hard," She hissed, "When I say not to do something, you listen! I can't make it any clearer than that!"

Duncan scowled moving toward her he said, "Don't forget which one of use holds the cards here."

But Heather only rolled her eyes with a quick "Whatever, I am so done with this!" Before turning on her heel and making her way toward her room.

She stormed away all high and mighty with her nose in the air and a deep frown on her face but didn't get very far before she was grabbed roughly by the forearm and forcefully pulled back. It was her turn to be slammed against the wall though unlike Duncan the sudden aggression had not only stunned her it had caused some slight pain as well.

One hand still tightly gripped against her arm, looking to him Heather felt her breath hitch as he suddenly leaned in against her, his chest just barely pressed against hers. They're noses barely touching he watched her through narrowed cold eyes that suddenly seemed so fierce that for once Heather was sure holding her tongue would be the more appropriate choice. However he made no move to speak but instead leaned in closer and for an unsure moment Heather thought he was going to try and kiss her again. But instead his face passed by hers his cheek lightly grazing her own as he whispered lowly against her ear,

"You know if you're so sick of the game," He said bringing his free hand up to rest on her waist before moving his hand slowly up her side, "Then you shouldn't play along."

His hand pushed up her blouse lightly and Heather gave a small gasp when she felt his hand softly graze across her stomach before coming to a stop at Duncan's CD disk that she had secured against her skirt during dinner when she thought Duncan hadn't noticed.

Leaning back slightly Duncan peered down at her incredulous gaze before giving a self satisfied smirk. Pulling the disk from her skirt he said,

"It was cute, seeing you all smug thinking you were gonna get away with it. But it shouldn't take someone so long just to pick up a fork of the floor, you know."

Finally finding herself Heather glowered angrily at the boy which in turn caused his smirk to grow.

"And it's kinda gullible for you to actually believe that I didn't already make more copies of the disk."

Fuming irritably Heather ground out, "You…you liar!"

He gave an easy shrug saying, "You made it clear yourself you should never trust a thief. You should know that better than anyone seeing as how you are somewhat of a little thief yourself."

Then releasing the angry girl he began to make his back to the dinner table but not before calling back over his shoulder, the grin easily heard in his tone,

"But like I said before, it was cute!"

Later that night Heather, wasn't at all concerned about her parents chastising her about leaving the dinner early and not returning even to wish their guests a goodnight (even though grandfather didn't hold it against her thinking she was simply tired and Duncan could have cared less). She was far to pissed off to worry over trivial things such as a polite goodbye to guests she didn't even want in the first place. She was irritated with the entire night! The stupid dinner, her parents prying into her life because of some stupid video and rumors, as a matter of fact just her life in general! But that night lying in her bed glaring at the dark that surrounded her Heather was sure her greatest irritation was caused by the rapid beating of her heart when the delinquent had leaned in close to her in the hallway pinning her with fierce blue eyes.

And how it taken some time before her heart rate had returned to normal.

~TBC~

This chap was alot more easier to write than the last one! I guess because chapter three was kinda about football and I dont know to much about the sport, oh well,! Reviews are love people!

Peace)-AR