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I blinked. A few times, before realizing what he just did. What was he to just walk off like that? That jerk. The nerve of him.

That Duncan.

PART 4 C:

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Duncan (Thursday, 2:50pm)

One would've thought that Courtney would've been a little more optimistic to see me, but to tell you the truth, she wasn't exactly thrilled.

During the whole History period I tried to launch her into conversation, which resulted in getting a half-hour detention for both of us, which she wasn't so ecstatic about either.

" Princess-" I aimless called after her as she headed out the door once the class was over.

"Come on, Courtney!" insisted one of her friends, who gestured her to follow her and other girl outside the school.

"Coming!" Courtney scurried towards them, her books held effortlessly in her right arm. She sped right passed me, ignoring me once again. I gave a slightly-irritated sigh, then trailed behind the group. After a few minutes of that, I grabbed Courtney by the arm and yanked her away from her two friends.

She gave me a displeased look, placing her two hands on both her hips. "What gives?"

I rolled my eyes, then gave the quick reminder. "We have detention, remember?"

"I don't care," she muttered, and she tried to pull away, using her free hand. I didn't let her. "Listen, sweetheart. We could get in even more trouble if you don't go. Would you like that?"

Silence.

Courtney gave a despiteful stare, then shook her head. "No. I'll go."

"Courtney! Who's that you're with?" It another one of her friends, who stood only a few feet away, a look of straight-forward disapproval spread across her face..

"Err…he's just this new kid…who I'm just helping find their way around the school." She, Courtney, bit her lip, hoping they would buy the whole scenario.

They shrugged, and yelled "We'll meet you outside!" And they were gone.

"New kid?" I repeated in distaste. "Asking for help? Please princess, that's totally ruining my rep."

"Oh please, like you're not ruining mine!" She snapped back, then slowly calmed herself, and sighed. "I can't be seen around with you. That'd just totally kill my reputation…"

"And why is that so exactly?"

"It's just that…you really aren't someone people like me around here hang out with around here. You belong over there, and me, over there." She gestured to a farthest wall first, to her friends leaving the front school doors next.

I raised an eyebrow, sharply. "Are you saying I belong to a wall?"

"No, just at least twenty feet from me."

"I still don't get this school." I leaned against the random locker behind me, crossing my arms.

Another sigh.

"But right now's an exception," she murmured, unsure of herself. "We need to get to detention before the principal marks us late."

I smirked. "Whatever you say, darling."

Bridgette (Friday, 8:45am)

"Bridgette, you okay?" At the sudden outburst of the voice, I shot back up, panting breathlessly.

I must've been asleep; I was, to be honest. In my dreams, there was Geoff, and his simultaneous repeating of "It's okay Bridge, I'm always happy as long as you are". His words were said friendly, but they absolutely stung through the heart. Painfully.

"Bridgette!" The voice was much louder this time, awaking me back into full consciousness.

I blinked, once, and scanned the surroundings of reality.

I was in the middle of English class, sitting back-row, oblivious to the current lesson. Apparently, the teacher up front was talking about some important essay that I had missed hearing the most of. And to my left, was DJ. Who, by coincidence, went to my school.

"Yeah?" I answered, pretty much half-asleep.

"Gee, you look kinda…dead, Bridgette."

"I didn't get much sleep last night," I admitted, warily. The urge to bonk my head back on top of the desk came over me. I tried my hardest to let it pass.

He gave me the look, and said, "I…expected to here that, since, you're wearing your PJs to school and all…?"

My eyes widened as the realization came over me. Could I be more of a dork? My cheeks flushed deep scarlet. 'My bad…'

DJ continued. "Is something wrong?"

I thought for a second. There was absolutely no way I'd tell him the complete whole truth of it, despite the fact he'd been a great friend to me during the long run. Instead, I whispered one word: "Love."

He nodded. "Tell me about it. Man, there's this girl-"

"Samantha?" I guessed. It was sort of an out-of-the-blue-one, though it had some reasoning to it.

Another nod. "-who's been following me all week. For some crazy reason, she thinks we're together."

I paused for a second, then replied. "Do you like her?"

"Not that way. She likes me."

"Ouch."

Then the bell for next period rang, and ironically, so did my phone. I headed outside, grasping my books in one arm, and after waving goodbye to DJ, I pulled it out of my pocket. Clutching it with my free hand, I raised it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hey. It's me, babe."

Matt.

I swallowed hard, biting my bottom lip at the same time.

"Oh, right. Hey, what's up?"

I didn't know what to think anymore, didn't know what to feel. Because everytime I pictured Matt, I pictured him instead, which could only make things even more uncomfortable for me and even more complicated. At this point, the only feeling I could possibly feel was guilt.

Gwen (Friday, 10am)

I honestly couldn't believe it.

We made a big promise that he would-and he lived up to it. He was just that kind of guy. And I loved him for it.

So here I was-at the local airport, waiting. Once Trent exits his plane, I'll forget about the fact I skipped school just to see him. Once Trent comes over to me, I won't worry again about the consequences. Once Trent says the first word I've heard from him in person in months, I won't be able to get him off my weak state of mind. And forget to breathe, maybe.

Then, an elderly man's voice boomed from the megaphone.

"Attention, everyone. In just a few moments, the aircraft on Flight 1782 will be ready for landing. Please motion over to the sidelines to wait. Thank you."

I held my breath as the plane swifted by, and landed. This was it.

The planes exit-door swung open, its passengers clumsily grabbed their luggages and headed out, some tripping on their way. After a handful of them came Trent, who had his acoustic guitar strapped to his back and two duffel bags held in one hand. With the other, he waved to me.

I waved back.

Then he marched towards me, though quickly glanced back for a quick second or two as if to make sure he wasn't forgetting something, or wanted to reassure himself of it. Trent shrugged, and continued.

"Hey," I whispered once he reached me.

"Hey," he said back.

"Okay, so were you going to kiss me, hug me, or something?"

He smiled. "I wouldn't mind doing both."

So he wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me. I did the same, momentarily, until-

I saw Izzy.

Coming closer to the two of us.

"Trent!" I snapped, as shocked as I was. "You brought Miss Psycho along?"

Trent looked at me, almost apologetically. "Her name's Izzy, if you forgot. Gwen, you
might not get this, I mean, hey-I don't-but she's like a little sister to me now. I had to take her along; she wanted to come so badly! And besides-"

"Besides what?"

"She wants to see Owen. She told me she's probably cutting her vacation short to visit P.E.I. during mid-trip."

I sighed. "How long will you be staying here again?"

"About three weeks."

"Alright then."

Red-haired Izzy walked (or rather skipped; causing a few stares) over to us; a too-wide grin spread across her face. "Gwen!"

"Izzy." I tried to smile.

"So-where will be staying? A dojo? A cave infested with bears or something??"

"How about," I suggested somewhat sarcastically, "Somewhere human?"

Trent shot me the glare I was trying to avoid.

"Ohhhh! Like a zoo? I went to one once-when I was five. Then I accidentally sent a few things on fire that the insurance just couldn't cover…so I was banned from it for good! Isn't that great?"

"Sort of." I looked at the both of them. "We should get going."

Eva (Friday, 11:30am)

If it just so happened that you [pitifully went to my school, then I would be the very last person you'd ever want to mess with.

Trust me.

"Look! It's Eva-clear the way!"

And they did. Not because I was pretty, or popular, or any of that stuff. Simply because they were afraid of me.

I headed to the cafeteria, and went over to a random table. By giving the others around it 'the look', just like that, I had the whole table to myself,

Then all eyes were on me.

"Well! What are you chumps looking at?!?" My fists were ready.

Everyone of them immediately turned away.

They knew the consequences. They knew they were afraid of me.

I sat back down, and smiled a bit. Bitterly. Like the seasoning sprinkled all over today's shame-of-a-lunch. I enjoyed victory.

Then came up a voice-probably the principal's-on the P.A. system.

"Evelyn. Evelyn Sanders-please report to my office immediately. This means you, Eva."

He knew I hated that name.

I stood up, a little raged with sudden anger, and walked towards the cafeteria doors, wondering which of these hundred twerps had told on me this time. Of course, no one came to confess. Yet.

I exited the room after taking a last distasteful glance, making sure glares were passed around, and that they understood. They did.

Because they were afraid of me.

And so I went, and headed towards Principal What's-his-name's office, arms crossed,

I wasn't surprised that I was called over there, Please, I'd gotten into trouble so many times it's not even funny. But actually, detention hadn't happened for a long time.

The principal didn't enjoy my visits much either.

So this had to be special.

Once I got there, I was startled to see that he (the principal) didn't have that angered and stern look on his face (that he used to hide his fear, no doubt) that he usually did. His expressions were absolutely calm and professional. This had to be really special.

"Evelyn; I hope you realize that you've been invited here for a reason. And please-do sit."

I stared at him as if he was joking.

"So what the heck did I do this time?" I made sure there was sarcasm in my voice, I sighed, and plopped onto the chair purposely positioned across from him, still cross-armed.

The principal (Mr. Roberts) cleared his throat, and began. "It's not just that-it's everything. Eva, don't think we've been blind. We know about it all. We know about your temper and displeasing bullying behavior,"

"Yeah, and?"

"Our school would like very much to change that."

Just before I was able to ask the old man "How?", two separate figures stepped into the studiously-decorated room.

"This is Antoinette, and the other is named Pierre," he spoke, and continued, "They're the foreign students who were hired to control you."

Control me? What was I-some experiment?

"I still don't get this."

"You shouldn't." Principal What's-his-name smiled. Evilly. Like how those maniac villain guys do on TV.

My eyes widened. "You won't get away with this!" I shouted expressively. "I will not-"

Suddenly, I felt two hands grip my arms and pull me out of the office. Apparently, it was the foreign pair (who were ironically boy/girl twins) who used their free hands to smartly cover my lips from outbursting again.

"Elle est folle!" said the male of the two, in French.

The other agreed. "Elle est dans le fait d'avoir besoin de thérapie!"

I didn't know what they were saying (who knows French anyways???) but then again, maybe it was a good thing I didn't.

Trent (Friday, 11:45am)

We decided to take a cab home.

Gwen insisted not to ride a bus, prior to Izzy, who may cause a few public scenes. I hated to agree with this, but, she did have a point.

No one talked much on our way to the Ramando residence. Except Izzy, of course, who pretty much blabbed the whole way through. She reminisced our past experiences on the island, and when the topic about the whole 'Heather' incident came up, I could tell Gwen wanted to explode. Not literally; I mean, she tried to hide it, but that only made things even more awkward between us.

When our taxi finally pulled up to our destination, Gwen, who with no doubt, didn't speak for the whole ride, amazingly said something.

"Alright, listen. I'm no tour guide, or anything, so I'm going to sum this up short…"

With that, she grabbed her spare key, unlocked the main entrance, and invited us inside.

"There's the kitchen," she explained, pointing to one of the rooms. "And over there's the living room, and the powder room, and the-"

Gwen stated a few others, then gestured us upstairs.

"Trent, you can stay in the guest room at the end of the hall. Izzy can share my room. The washroom's between the two of ours, but besides that, all the other rooms up here are strictly off limits, understand? Now-"

"Is there something I don't know?"

I turned dead pale. It wasn't any of our voices, I swear. I looked over to Gwen, then Izzy, and knew they were thinking the same thing. We all spun around, only to find out that the real voice had belonged to an unfamiliar (to me, at least) man in his early twenties.

I gulped. "Er. Sir-who might you be?"

The man smiled. "I'm Carson-" He held at his hand, and I reluctantly shook it. "-I'm Gwen's brother and probably the reason she joined Total Drama Island in the first place, and met you. You're Trent, right? Her boyfriend? Yeah, Gwennie talks about you all the time."

Gwen flushed a bright scarlet. I grinned playfully at her, but she immediately shook it off, and turned to her older sibling. "Carson, you aren't supposed to be here. You said you were going to be at a retreat for the next couple of weeks?"

He shook his head. "It was cancelled last minute. Besides, I knew something was up, and my trumpet needed polishing bad."

"You're a musician?" I asked, with curiosity.

"Yep. Have been for the last fifteen years."

I admit-I was impressed.

And before I knew it, Carson and I were launched into a non-stop conversation about everything music for the next half-hour. Izzy, who had gotten extremely bored decided to raid the house for something to burn down. And Gwen- she just stood there rolling her eyes, and even if she didn't say it out loud, I definitely knew the words on her mind:

"Life is insane."

Katie (Friday, 12:10pm)

"Oh! Sadie, look! It's Josh! And he's-" I took a deep breath, then let out a squeal. "-coming this way!"

Sadie, who happened to be my BFF, turned away from her cafeteria lunch meal (which, I would've been eating happily if I wasn't so distracted) and gazed over at my direction. She stared for a bit, then smiled. "Oh my gosh! He just totally looked at you, Katie! I swear!"

"Really?" I blushed, soothed the bangs of my dark ebony hair, and looked straight back at Josh, trying not to embarrass myself at the same time. I was totally hoping that it wasn't a fluke-a fluke that he just smiled at my direction spontaneously, and that he did truly notice me.

"You should so go talk to him!" suggested Sadie. She had a dreamy expression twinkling in her eyes, and used that tone of voice friends usually use when they want you to ask a guy out or something. "You two are absolutely perfect for eachother."

"Alright then," I said, standing up from my seat. I tried to make it seem like I wasn't interested, though I totally was. Because everyone knows that you shouldn't be too into a guy, not until he gives in to asking you to be his girlfriend, of course. That was impossible in this case for me, but I wasn't going to show it. At least, I was going to try.

So I walked closer over to him, biting my lower lip the whole time. I was nervous. Honestly, who couldn't be when you were just about to go talk to the one-and-only Josh Mackenzie? The whole school adored him; me especially. I was his soulmate, and I was going to go tell him that.

Wait-but what was I supposed to say?

"Hey Josh, I think you're adorably cute and we should go out!" No way, that'd probably cause him to issue some sort of restraining order against me. And I wouldn't want that. But what could I say?

Think, Katie. Think.

I mentally reviewed the amazing guide-to-guys I had found while flipping through a magazine at the dentists one weekend. I was so into it, I had it completely memorized. Just in case-just in case, I'd get into a situation like this. I was thankful for it now.

Okay, so Tip #27: Keep it cool. Talk to him like you just want to be friends; guys prefer girls who aren't interested in them.

Got it. Now to Phase Two.

I kept walking, quickening my pace each second, until I finally stood beside his table. Boy, was he even more gorgeous up close. Please Katie, don't sound stupid. "Josh," I said, in my most cool and collected voice I could gather up to. "How's it…going?"

Josh stared at me blankly, blinking a couple of times before he responded. "Umm. Good?"

"That's great then. I…uh-"

Great. I sounded stupid.

He looked at me almost as if he felt sorry for me, then turned away. My stomach did a stabbing flip-flop. "No, wait. I-"

Before I was able to finish, a giant mob of Josh-crazed fan girls came out of nowhere and almost literally ran me over. Of course I wasn't the only one.

"JOSH! JOSH! OVER HERE-JOSHHH!" The crowd chanted, shoving to get a better glimpse of the movie-star-look-alike. I sighed, then struggled my way back to my own table, where Sadie was waiting for me.

"Gosh, that Josh sure is something. Huh, Katie?"

"Yeah, he is."

"I mean look-there's Shelby (the most popular girl at school), who's ALL OVER him. What does he see in her?"

And that was it. The final straw in a bagful of them. Somehow, my perfect fairytale seemed farther off than I had thought.

Lewshana (Friday, 1:35pm)

Friday of the first week was supposedly-someone told me-'Label Day'. It was when every single junior and senior at school was slapped with some random label by the popular clique, based on their judgement of one week. Yeah, so really, no one can know someone else totally in just seven days, so, usually, the names they gave you were pretty much entirely based on your looks. Which, of course, would probably make these labels shallow and absolutely without true meaning.

So right now was Friday afternoon. The popular clique (which consisted of about twenty people) worked pretty fast, and even got the list placed on the bulletin board on the same day. Heather and I went to look at it together, only because of that stupid project.

"Look what they called me-the 'Gangster Sister'. I guess that's kind of cool. What did you get, Heather?"

Heather flipped her waist-length black hair to the side, and made a face in disgust. "Miss Queen Bee; I mean puh-lease-they probably just got it off the TDI website or something."

"Hey, 'least you didn't get what some other peeps did. I mean, I would've totally given you one of these other ones-'The Ice Princess Who Thinks she's What She's NOT'?

"Nah. Way too long," Heather remarked. "Hey-look. It's the little traitor's name! HA! Lindsey is…Miss Congeniality?"

"I know! Isn't it great?!?!"

Lindsey popped out from the shuffling crowd, grinning as she came towards us. "I was part of the label committee, but I didn't get to choose it. Porchia did! I just agreed-or disagreed; what's with all these confusing words nowadays? Anywho! It's posted either way-I love it! Don't you?"

I nodded. It was true. Sure Lindsey was a dunce-but a friendly one at that.

Heather, though, didn't take it very well. "Lindsey, just scram. Alright? Got it? Good. Now leave."

"Gee, that was a bit harsh." She looked hurt, but picked up her act fast, smiling and all. "Bye Lequisha! Goodbye, 'The Ice Princess Who Thinks she's What She's NOT AND has BAD hair '!"

I laughed, leaving Heather absolutely speechless. Her hair had almost completely grew back except for a button-sized area on her head, which was absolutely bare.

Good old Lindsey.

Good old karma.

Courtney (Friday, 2:45pm)

"Alright then," I announced, trying to be as clear as possible. "Here's the deal: We go to the same school now, and, for the sake of keeping my rep, we need to follow some necessary adjustments and rules…"

He rolled his eyes, and mumbled, "You mean I need to follow your necessary adjustments and rules…Typical Courtney."

Right. AS IF Icouldn't hear him. I could-perfectly clear, too. So I scolded him for that, and he played another on of his I-love-it-when-you're-mad-princess episodes. Can he get any more obnoxious? This is why I absolutely could not stand him. Ugh.

"Whatever. So okay-here's the first rule: Rule one, everything that may have happened back on the island-that's history. That green Jell-O mishap never happened, and all those fake love scenes we put on-that was so yesterday. And the kiss-did not happen either.Especially that. Got it?"

"Sorry, sweetheart; all I'm hearing is 'BLAHBLAHBLAH'." Duncan smirked, obviously only to annoy me. Who exactly did he think he was?

I ignored him, and continued on. "Rule 2: We're from different worlds, so please,don't try to cross the line. I hang out with my smart, civilized acquaintances, and you hang out with whoever you want to, as long as it's not me." And just to be safe, I added, "OR my friends."

Then I looked over to him, and glared. It was totally clear he wasn't listening. But seriously-how could he afford to miss something so important?

Typical Duncan.

"And lastly, in connection to Rule 2, we have Rule 3: After this day, you are notallowed to talk to me. In fact, just ignore me, because that's probably what I'm going to do with you anyways. Okay?"

He just nodded. "I don't see why you even decided to come up with these dumb rules anyway, princess. I mean, I'm probably going to break every one." He winked.

"Well, just do! Okay? Now scram-I have to get over to my friend's place now."

"For what?"

I scowled. "If you really must know, then it's so we can practice for auditions for 'The West Side Story' on Monday. Nothing you'd be interested in, really."

He almost laughed. "You? Act!"

"It's only for the extra credit," I admitted. "So I need a big part. Besides, everyone needs a hobby right?"

"Ah. Well, I already have one, and you probably know what it is."

"I do."

"I knew it."

"Just shut up."

"I only said like, three words, and you're telling me to shut up?"

"Just do, alright?"

"See you around, princess." And he started to leave off campus, his backpack slung across his shoulder.

I blinked. A few times, before realizing what he just did. What was he to just walk off like that? That jerk. The nerve of him.

That Duncan.


Owen (Friday, 4pm)


I never really exercised as a kid. I never tried playing basketball with those other guys, or tried actually trying in cross country. That's probably why when my Mom signed me up for this fitness program yesterday, I couldn't even lift a weight. Which, she says is only a sixtieth of my size.

Ugh! Curse that yummy batch of blueberry muffins!

Why was losing weight so hard?

Why couldn't I justkick a soccer ball?

Why did those muffins have to be so tastily delicious???

Mom said that junk food was created to test us. That, the more we ate, the more we'd fail in this 'challenge'. That, the more we worked out, the more we'd lose weight and succeed. So, that'd mean, that I was doing bad. Really bad.

"Shapen up," said my trainer. "Our quest is for you to lose ten pounds by the end of these two weeks!"

"And if I don't?"

"Then I still get paid!"

"Gee, that catchphrase sounded awfully like someone I used to know…"

My fitness trainer slapped his forehead, smiled suddenly, and then announced, "My name is Chris MacLean! And I can't believe you STILL haven't figured out who I was when we've been in training for the last two days!"

"No way! You're speaking lies! LIES, I tell you!"

"Actually, I work here part-time when I'm not doing the show. Pays pretty good, too, you know? Now back to business! Give me 517 push-ups! Now!"

In fear that Chris would come up with something even worse if I refused, I did as I was told, but passed out after the first five.

"I love my job."


Geoff (Friday, 7:30pm)

"Hey-you okay man?" I looked up, and discovered it was just Leo, one of my best buds. He held in his right hand a plastic cup filled with tropical punch, and another one too, which he handed to me.

I faked a smile. "Yeah, I guess."

"Dude!" Leo looked at me, his eyes widened with shock. "You're not usually like this. We're at the greatest party of the year so far, and you're not, well, partying!"

Why was I being this way? I'd usually be, dancing or something at this time. Why was I being so melodramatic about this? I'd usually just chill and forget about it but-

Why couldn't I stop thinking about her?

Because you love her, you douche.

"I…really…don't know…" I murmured, and looked down at my feet. But there was no way I could look upset. I was Geoff, after all. Popular, charming, optimistic, always-cheerful Geoff. Geoff-the guy who was always smiling; Geoff-the guy who made everyone smile. If I looked depressed or something, that would definitely cause a reverse reaction on everybody. So I cracked another fake grin. "I'm totally fine, dude!"

Leo stared at me, in disbelief. "I think you're on crack."

"Yeah, I think so too…" I sighed. "I think I need to go for a walk. I'll be back later."

He nodded, and I headed for the doors, exiting into the dark night. There were several people that I recognized outside, and even that one in particular. I walked towards him.

"The Codster!" I exclaimed, trying to hide the fact I was sort of…depressed.

Cody looked up, and turned to me. "Oh, hey Geoff."

"What are you doing around here?" I asked. "I'm here for that big bash Candice was hosting. Were you invited too?"

"Nope! I just came to get a glimpse of how those cool guys work it? Need some ideas, and stuff."

"Oh, cool man." Then suddenly it hit me. "Say, Cody. Did you, maybe, get a chance to talk with Bridgette yet?"

He tried to smile, nervously. "Er. Sorta."

A sheer disappointment arose in me (Hehe. Got that line from one of my dad's literature books).

Cody must've noticed. "But I will, don't sweat it man." He grinned. "I'm just wondering-but what do you like about Bridgette?"

"Well, let's see. Her eyes are really pretty, and I just love her smile. She's just so passionate about things; her personality's just awesome. And the way she looks at me is just…I just can't get her off my mind, dude. It'd be such a shame to lose her to someone else, you know?"

"Yeah, it would."

To be continued. O:


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