-Gwen's POV-

"I just wanna try something, you promise not to slap me or anything?" I nodded. Duncan bit his lip unsure of what he was going to do. Then he looked back into my eyes and slowly lowered his face closer to mine.

I held my breath. Time seemed to stop in its tracks. I felt his breath on my face, cool winter mint. His lips centemeters from mine. His blue eyes staring into mine. Breath caught in my throat as his nose brushed against mine.

"Don't move." He whispered, and in one swift move he pressed his lips to mine. I'd expected it, but I still felt frozen in shock before I let my lips melt against his. He tasted amazing, his hands getting tangled in my hair. It felt like fireworks going off in my chest. He pulled back for air, staring once again straight into my eyes. He smiled a small laugh escaping his lips, I grinned back before pulling him back down to me, wrapping my arms around his neck, gripping at his mohawk.

But of course something just had to interrupt. The snap of a twig made me realize we weren't alone. He lifted himself off me and I looked towards where the noise had come from. In the early morning light, running off back towards campus, I saw a flash of long black hair; Heather.

Oh god, she was sure to tell Courtney, it wouldn't matter that he wasn't really hers, she still liked him, and knowing that, I knew she would do something to get revenge.

"I-I should go." I ran off back towards the dorms. I swore I heard him call after me but I kept running. When I got to my room I realized I'd forgotten my sketchbook. Man, did I feel like an idiot.

-Duncan's POV-

"Wait!" I called after her but within seconds Gwen was out of sight. I knew it had been Heather who'd seen us but I didn't care. Did I do something wrong? Did I move too fast?

Looking back by the lake I noticed something on the ground. Gwen's sketchbook. I picked it up, the cover wad plain midnight blue with a more girly version of a skull etched in the center. My curiosity took over and I opened the book, and I was amazed at what I saw.

Every page filled up with beautiful and creative illustrations, every last detail made perfect. Each one she'd put little comments on why she'd drawn them. God the best I could usually draw were stick people, Gwen's drawings put me to shame. Then I flipped to her latest entry marked with her bookmark.

It was a picture of the night I'd saved her from that man who tried to rape her. She'd captured every bit in perfect detail that made me wonder if she had a photographic memory. In her beautiful handwriting written on the other page was:

Duncan saved me that night. He's so much more than what he is to those who don't know him. He is a bad-ass, but he is also caring and gentle when he wants to be. And I think I've fallen in love with him.

I stared at the page unable to even think. Fallen in love? With...me? I grinned, I felt...happy at the fact and as the sun came up I quickly ran off to give her back her book.

-Gwen's POV-

"Oh. My. Gosh. Duncan kissed you? I need details!" Bridgette screamed excitedly.

"We wrestled and he pinned me down, looked in my eyes, and we kissed. I don't get what the big deal is?"

"Duncan has not dated or gotten close to any girl in YEARS! That's why it's a big deal!"

"Honestly, I don't know what he thinks now. Heather saw us and she's bound to tell Courtney."

"Who cares!" Bridgette said. "Duncan is not Courtney's to claim, soo do you like him?" Her eyes glowed with curiosity.

"...Yes, probably too much, more than he likes me."

"No way Gwen he definitely likes you a lot." Before I could answer there was a knock at the door. I got up to answer. Duncan.

"Hey." I squeaked, damn why the hell was I nervous. I looked down my sketchbook was in his hand.

"Can I talk to you a moment?" He led me outside into the hall, no one seemed to be awake yet.

"I believe this is yours and may I say you have talent." He said handing me back the book. I blushed.

"Y-You looked at them!" He laughed.

"Relax sweetheart, they're really good. But I have one question."

"What?" I almost knew what he was going to say.

"Did you mean what you wrote on that last drawing?" I blushed again.

"Mean what?"

"You know exactly what I mean." I bit my lip.

"Yes I di-" He cut me pressing his lips to mine backing me up against the wall. Our bodies were so close a piece of paper couldn't pass through us.

"YOU'RE SO DEAD!" I shout rang out. We pulled apart to see Courtney, still in her pj's, looking as pissed as hell.

"Courtney, we broke up two years ago GET OVER IT." Duncan said blocking me from Courtney who looked like she was about to strangle me.

"NO ONE DUMPS COURTNEY GARCIA!"

"APPARENTLY I DID!" He yelled. I heard a banging from the next room.

"Shut up! Trying to sleep here!" Someone yelled from inside.

"Courtney I don't love you anymore so just go." Courtney left but mouthed to me, I will get revenge. Duncan didn't see it.

"I guess I gotta go." I said turning to go back inside. Duncan grabbed my hand and kissed me again.

"Love you sweetheart." I blushed

"Back at ya stud." Duncan left and I went back inside.

"OWW!" I opened the door banging Bridgette in the head. Her head originally listening at the door.

"Bridge, were you listening to us the whole time!"

"Maybe."

-Duncan's POV-

Well, I'd never thought it would happen again. Gwen what have you done to me? I swore I never would again but I can't deny it, I've fallen in love. With Gwen.


YAY He admits it got a bit of help from Racin Mason for this so let's hear it for him *claps* :)

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