Meh, I have a writer's block, and it's annoying the shit out of me! ARGH! So, I'll try my best not to make this chapter suck...
"We're going back to your dorm, why?" Duncan questioned. Courtney was dragging him back to her room to grab a few things, before they headed out to Toronto.
"Because I need to bring some clothes, and other stuff if I plan to live in a car with you for the next few days." She said snobbishly.
Duncan rolled his eyes, and decided to tune out the rant probably about to escape her silky smooth dying-to-be-kissed lips...HOLD ON A SECOND! Duncan shook his head, to snap himself out of it. He started to doubt the plan would work... Would Courtney really be able to sneak into the police station and clear both their names? As if, she would probably-
"Duncan! Hello!" Courtney yelled.
"What?" Duncan said.
"I said, are you ready to go? Because you OBVIOUSLY weren't listening to me, like you always aren't." Courtney sneered. She rolled her eyes, and swung her bag over her shoulder. Courtney walked past the annoyed Duncan, and out the door. He couldn't help but take a quick glance at her ass, as she stalked out.
He smirked. Yeah... I tapped that.
Once the duo had exited the elevator, Courtney gasped, and dropped her purse. Her eyes widened, when she saw Heather... Her co-cheerleading captain. Her vice student council president. Her co-volleyball captain. Her best friend. Her rival.
She was running her glossy fingernails through her boyfriends hair! And HE was allowing it! Courtney's shoulders drooped, and her expression fell...for a split second before her eyes narrowed, and her jaw clenched out of rage.
Duncan looked down at her, and furrowed his brow. He looked to where she was looking, and saw Heather and Trent. Is that prick her boyfriend? And he's flirting with that chick? What a loser. Duncan felt the strings on his heart pull when realization dawned on him. That's what he did to Courtney... He felt a bit guilty... But that feeling passed when he saw the devious look that had appeared on Courtney's face.
"Hey Heather!" Courtney shouted. Heather took her eyes off of Trent, and snapped her fiery glare at Courtney. It then withered away into a look of confusion. "You forgot your herpes medication at cheerleading practice!" She smirked. Heather's jaw dropped, as she stared at Courtney dumbfounded. Trent covered his mouth, and stared at Courtney with widened eyes while she continued.
"You should swing by my room to pick it up sometime soon, I know how frequent your flare-ups are..."
Courtney strut past Heather, and listened to the laughing students in the quad. Ah, it was music to her ears. "Oh and Trent? I think it would be best if we don't see each other anymore." Courtney spat, smiling bitterly. Trent opened his mouth, but Courtney cut him off.
"Oh, don't worry about me. I can do WAY better. Because any boy that would go behind my back to see Heather, DEFINITELY isn't worth dating. Have a good life." Courtney said. She stared at Trent with a look that said it was over, but the few tears leaking out of her eyes said otherwise.
Courtney turned around, and walked briskly to the elevator, as the quad erupted into applause. Duncan rose an eyebrow, and caught up with her.
"UGH!" Heather screeched, stomping a foot on the ground. "You're going to pay for this, crazy in training! Mark my words!" She called after her. Heather stormed out of the quad, glaring at the select few who actually had the balls to laugh in her face. Heh, not for long...
Once the elevator stopped at her floor, Courtney fast walked out of the elevator, straight to her room. She unlocked it, walked in, and slammed the door behind her. Duncan knocked on the door.
"Princess, what gives?" He asked.
Courtney threw her bag on her bed, and sat on it. She hugged her knees to her chest. "Don't call me that! Go away!"
"But...what about the plan?"
"I'm not going!"
"But...if you don't clear our names, I'm going to have to take you to jail!"
"Go away!" Courtney screamed. She waited a few seconds, before she dropped her defenses and let out what had been crushing her heart.
Tears.
An hour past, and Courtney thought by then, she would've cried herself dry. Oh how wrong she was. She rubbed her red puffy eyes, and hugged her knees closer to her chest as a means of comfort. She heard the door click as it was unlocked, and her heart raced.
"Duncan, I thought I told you to go away!" Courtney sneered.
"It's not Duncan, it's me..." Lindsay said. She closed the door behind her, and dropped the numerous shopping bags she had in her arms. "OMG, like, where were you? I had to mall crawl by myself! Don't worry..." Lindsay smiled, and riffled through one of the designer shopping bags. She pulled out a hot pink halter top in her size... "I still got you this adorable...wait... That's for me... Hold on!"
Lindsay continued searching the bags, her tongue out the side of her lips out of pure concentration. Too bad shopping wasn't an Olympic sport...
Courtney rolled her eyes. Lindsay froze, and dropped the bags. She whipped her head around to look at Courtney with wide eyes. She rushed over, and enveloped her in a koala bear hug (Lindsay isn't too strong...) and gasped.
"Ooh! Courtney! What's wrong! I like, didn't notice! Are you okay! Oh, who did this! I'll kick their ass! I've been doing palates." Lindsay ranted. Courtney giggled, and hugged her friend back. She pulled down her sleeve and wiped her eyes.
"I-I caught... Heather... She was... Trent!" Courtney stuttered, fighting back more tears.
"That skank!" Lindsay gasped, clenching a fist. "Don't worry, honey. That washed up loser wannabe isn't worth it..." She cooed. Lindsay smiled, and placed a comforting hand on Courtney's shoulder. Courtney smiled back. Maybe Lindsay is my best friend, after all.
"Alrighty, Court. No more tears, kay?" Lindsay asked. She traced a finger down Courtney's cheekbone to her jaw, and laughed. "It isn't good for the pores."
"Thanks Lindsay." Courtney smiled.
"Suresies, anytime, Court!"
"I-I think I'm going to take a shower."
"Okey Dokey! I've got a tutoring ses' with Lafawnduh-"
"LeShawna...!" Courtney corrected for the bajillionth time, she was pretty sure.
"...Right! So, I'll be back in like an hour or two! She's helping me with spelling!" Lindsay called, grabbing her purse and heading out. Courtney blinked a few times, before something caught her eye. She picked up one of the receipts from Lidnsay's shopping spree, and saw her signature.
Lindsey.
Yeah, that girl will need two hours at least...
Courtney stripped out of her clothes, and got into the shower. She turned on the tap, and let the cool water relax her muscles, as it gradually started to warm up. She kept her eyes closed, and reached for her shampoo. She squirted some into her palm, and worked the coconut scented liquid through her chocolaty brown hair.
Courtney tried to scrub more than dirt out her head. Memories. Why couldn't they be little flakes of dandruff, able to be removed by some Head & Shoulders shampoo?
"Just like a Go, Go, Go, Ghost... Now watch me Go, Go, Go, Ghost." She sang quietly. Courtney lathered, rinsed, and repeated, and moved on to cleanse her body, instead of trying to cleanse her mind.
"Now I'm gone in your photograph
I bet you wish you could get me back
Now I'm stuck in your memory
A mistaken identity
What's her name?
What's she like?
Does she know that you'll never treat her right?
What's her name?
What's she like?
Do you leave her in the middle of the night?
You act like you just saw a ghost!
I watch you getting way too close!
Now I know why you're never there
Now I know so it's my turn to disappear
You act like you just saw a ghost
I caught you!
Now I know!
Now I know why you're never there
Now it's my turn, watch me disappear...
Just like a Go, Go, Go, Ghost.
Now watch me Go, Go, Go, Ghost..."
Duncan sighed again, and exited the elevator. He needed Courtney. Not just emotionally, but for the plan... He didn't want to see her behind bars, no matter how deliciously ironic it was... A few hours would be enough time to let her blow off some steam, he thought. He knocked on her door.
"Prin-Courtney... Feelin' any better?" He asked. A few moments passed before he called again. "Courtney? ...Come on! You know, I'm just gonna pick the lock again..." He threatened. Once again, when he didn't get a reply, he once again, picked the lock to her door. And yes, I did just use 'once again' twice in one sentence. It's been a long day, OKAY!
Duncan opened her door, prepared to see a big ball of emotion named Courtney, but that wasn't the case. The room was empty.
"We playin' hide and seek, babe?" Duncan smirked. He looked around, and stepped into her room shutting the door behind him. "Boy, does that bring back memories, eh Princess?"
He looked under the beds, in the closet- pausing and smirking to himself after seeing a few panties on the ground- and under her desk. "Damn it, where the hell are you?"
Duncan opened the bathroom door, and looked around. He heard the shower curtain move, and watched it fly open...
"HOLY SHIT!" Duncan yelled, eying up his ex Princess with wide eyes.
"AAAAAHHHH! DUNCAN?!" Courtney screeched. She stared wide eyed at this...this... INTRUDER! Ever heard of privacy!
"W-w... Well well well... Last time I saw you like this, you were a girl. But now, you're all woman..." He purred, his signature smirk across his face.
Courtney looked down, and screamed. She shakily grabbed the shower curtain to cover her body, and glared at Duncan.
"So, you ready to go, sweetheart?" Duncan questioned arrogantly. He smirked, and leaned against the wall between the toilet and shower.
"I already told you, I'm not going!" Courtney snapped.
"Ooh... Not a good option..." Duncan pulled out the handcuffs he kept in his back pocket.
Courtney bit her lip, then sighed frustrated. "...FINE! Now, if you would be so kind as to GET THE HELL OUT OF THE BATHROOM, BEFORE I-" Courtney seethed.
Duncan rushed out of the bathroom before Courtney could even finish her threat. He knew it would be good at all for Duncan's...
"Quit looking so suspicious, Courtney! God, if you're this jumpy now, how are you going to be when we actually get there!" Duncan whispered, crossly as they walked down the hall to the quad.
"Sorry!" She pouted.
"YOU!"Lindsay hissed, pointing accusingly at Courtney. Her baby blue eyes were fixed into an icy glare, and her new nose was scrunched up in distaste. She stomped...or waddled over to the two, due to one of the heels missing on one of her stilettos. Her blonde hair was tangled and knotted, and her way too tight gray Hollister sweater and white skinny jeans were wrinkled. Her lip gloss had evaporated leaving her lips rough and colourless.
Despite the blonde's serious face, the smeared eye liner and tear stains on her cheeks made it physically impossible to take her seriously...
"You two faced dirty little liar!"
"I don't really feel offended by that remark coming from you." Courtney stated, referring to when Lindsay called her dirty...
"Do you know where I spent the remainder of my afternoon? IN THE MUNICIPAL JAIL! They thought that necklace thingy you gave me for my birthday was stolen. And that I stole it! And I know it was YOU, and as a friend, I was willing to take the charges." Lindsay ranted. She narrowed her eyes, and clenched her fists. "BUT THEY NEARLY PUT ME INTO AN ORANGE POLYESTER JUMPSUIT, COURTNEY! POLYESTER!" She fumed.
"There she is, boys." Heather smirked. She turned to the three policemen she called, as revenge. No one embarrasses Heather Chung like that! Not unless she's doing it to some one else! "I bet you'll even be able to find the other stolen items in her room! Get 'er!"
Two of the police officers jogged over to the scene, while one pulled out a picture of the valuable missing item. A bejeweled butterfly pendant... "She has the necklace!" He yelled as he sprinted over.
"I can't wear polyester, Courtney! I-I'll break out into hives from lack of fashion! And- NYAAAAHHH!"Lindsay screamed, as the policeman tackled her. Heather stared at the scene, dumbfounded, while Duncan and Courtney did the same.
"...Run!" Duncan shouted, grabbing Courtney's hand and ignoring the tingling sensation he got with the physical contact, and ran, dragging her across the quad and to the parking lot.
"You idiots!" Heather seethed, stomping an expensive Guess heel to the ground. "That's the wrong one!"
Duncan and Courtney quickly made it to his car. Courtney caught her breath, and got into the passenger seat and was barely able to buckle up before Duncan sped off.
One thing for sure, was that there was definitely no going back now...
WOO! I GOT OVER THE WRITER'S BLOCK FOR THIS CHAPPIE! Please review about what you like and would like to see more of, and what you don't like as much, and would like to see less of... It'll help make the next chapter better, and come out faster! UNTIL NEXT TIME!