Warning, the following chapter has quite a bit of swearing and discussions of mature themes between character's in it. If you are offended by the said subject matter, it might be best to skip this chapter. *Criticism is welcomed.


It was Monday morning, and the post-party effects were still in play. Photos were still being uploaded to the Internet, girls texted each other frantically about the evenings scandalous events, and guys would tell over exaggerated stores about all of the girls they hooked up with.

Tyler was the only gentlemen in the school, and did not brag about his kiss with Lindsey. In fact, the only person he had informed was Noah, and even then his story was sweet and simple. Noah was happy for his friend.

"So are you guys, like, a thing?" asked Noah inquisitively.

Tyler blushed a bit. He had only talked to Lindsey a few times since Friday, and it was only about simple things. "I don't know. We're going to try and hang out soon," he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Oh! Hey! Duncan!" called Tyler.

Tyler had spotted Duncan slumping down the hallways. When he heard his name, he turned around sinisterly. "What?" he asked sharply.

However, Tyler was in too good of a mood to be scared of him. "I just wanted to thank you for getting Gwen out of the house. I would assume that our 'middle men' are paying you a little extra to take Gwen to prom-"

"Whoa, whoa! No one said anything about prom," said Duncan roughly.

Tyler was a little shocked. "Did something happen with Gwen?" he asked.

"It's none of your business," snapped Duncan.

"Fine. I'll just ask Lindsey," flaunted Tyler.

Duncan's frown turned upside down. "Are you guys-?" Tyler nodded and Duncan gave him a high-five. "So the right man got the girl. Do Alejandro and Justin know?"

"Not yet," said Tyler in a slight whisper. "But we still need them to pay if I'm going to take Lindsey to prom,"

"But wait, you're a freshman, why are you going to prom?" asked Duncan.

"Because the author of this story needed a plot point for future events," explained Tyler.

"That would also explain why we're having our prom so damn early," shrugged Noah.

"Either way, I can't take Lindsey to prom unless Gwen goes. You're getting paid to take her, so it shouldn't be a problem," said Tyler. Duncan looked away from their gazes. "Can you tell me what happened now?" asked Tyler patiently. Duncan sighed and explained everything to them from the vomit to the rejected kiss (completely leaving out his after thoughts). "Why didn't you just kiss her?" asked Tyler in disbelief.

"Cause it's a business relationship, not a personal one. Besides, she was drunk and-" answered Duncan.

"Since when has that mattered to you?" groaned Tyler. Duncan barred his teeth a bit.

"Look, Duncan might be right. She was completely wasted. She probably forgot it by now. Look, here she comes," whispered Noah.

Gwen stormed down the halls in a straight b-line to her next class. Everyone moved from her path and no one got in her way. As she passed the group of boys, Duncan gave her a smile. She return his greeting by showing him her middle finger. Duncan looked to that two younger boys. "I think she still remembers," he muttered.

"Whatever. Can't you guys make up or something? I really want to take Lindsey to prom. Alejandro and Justin want the same thing, so they are probably willing to pay you more," said Tyler.

Duncan sneered and walked off, not wanting to talk about Friday night's events anymore.


Gwen wasn't as pissed at Duncan as she was at the rest of the school. Every boy that saw her would make some snarky remark about her 'performance' on Friday. The comments seem to die down by 4th period English; however, Gwen almost forgot that Justin and Alejandro were in that class until they brought up the scene from the party.

"Hey Dracula," said Justin as he passed her desk.

"Did you have fun on Friday?" snickered Alejandro. The two exchanged a high-five and took their seats just as the teacher walked in.

"Alright class, settle down. Did you all have a good weekend?" asked the teacher.

"I did. How about you, Gwen?" said Alejandro loudly.

"Alejandro, that was a rhetorical question. You should know by now that I actually don't care," said the teacher sternly. Gwen smiled. She may have a small disliking to her school and schoolwork, but she secretly loved all of her teachers.


The last time Duncan stayed at school for lunch was the same day Alejandro and Justin convinced him to take part in their plan. Ever since then, Duncan would go out to eat at the local pub where in friends worked. Not for any particular reason, mostly because he missed his friends and hated the food the school had to offer.

Duncan had four close friends that were all high school dropouts. Three of them were guys and the other was a girl. The three guys were in his band called Der Schnitzel Kickers, and the girl served as their business and equipment manager.

One of the guys was Jimmy. Jimmy played lead guitar and back-up vocals. He had shaggy black hair and dark blue eyes. He was probably the scrawniest of the bunch, but was also the tallest.

Another band member was Cliff. Cliff was the bass player of the group. He had shaved off his hair, but whatever was left of it was died blue. He had charcoal eyes and was quite small height wise.

The last, but most important band member, Alex was the drummer for the band. He had short, but spiky, red hair and vibrant green eyes. He was about Duncan's height and width, and had served time with Duncan in juvie (this was how they met). Although his name was legally Alex, his friends and cellmates called him Wolfgang to pay homage to when he was the most feared prison mate in juvie.

The band's business and equipment manager was named Cherie. Cherie was born with naturally auburn hair, but her top layer was died a dark green (thanks her girlfriend for messing up the instructions). Although her hair was short and messy, it was just long enough to put into a ponytail. Most of her face was pierced (she actually did Duncan's piercings as well) and her eyes hazel. Cherie was an outted lesbian. Despite all of the stereotypes, she was not an extreme feminist, or overly butch. In fact, no one could tell she was a lesbian until she mentioned her girlfriend.

While the guys worked as chiefs and bartenders, Cherie worked as a waitress. None of them were old enough to drink; however this pub was relaxed with its alcohol restrictions. As long as they didn't drink it, they could serve it. Lucky for Duncan, his friends took their break at the same time he came in for lunch. They reserved a both for themselves and often at piles and piles of french fries.

"All I'm saying is that Friday night is the one night none of us are working. We should be doing something fun! Not practicing," complained Cliff as the debated their practice schedule.

"You should be practicing every chance you get," argued Cherie. "I mean, work keeps us in all week, and Duncan has school he has to focus on," Everyone (including Cherie) started laughing. Duncan do actual work? Unlikely.

"You guys are so lucky you don't have to go to fucking school," said Duncan as he fiddled with a French fry.

"Why don't you just drop out?" asked Jimmy.

"Because my whole family works for the system. They're cops, remember?" said Duncan angrily.

"It's not your fault about practice Duncan," said Cherie sweetly. "It's these stooges who don't actually care," she added crossing her arms.

"Whoa. Someone woke up in a shit mood," taunted Alex.

"You're right. I'm sorry," sighed Cherie. "Joan and I got into a fight this morning,"

"Ooh, tell us more," said an intrigued Cliff. Cherie punched him in the arm and the table broke out into laughter. All but Duncan, whose mind was on something else.

"Hey, you okay, Duncan?" asked Alex. "You usually love to hear about Cherie's cat fights," he chuckled.

"Cat fights are sexy," agreed Cherie. "But what Joan and I had was serious," she muttered. "Either way, Wolfgang is right. You do look down,"

"It's nothing. You'd guys would just make fun of me anyway," said Duncan.

"We already do all the time," joked Jimmy. "But seriously, what's bugging you, man?" he asked.

Duncan let out a sigh. "Well remember that chick that I have to take out?" he asked.

"Didn't you guys run into her at the concert? Now why wasn't I there? Oh right. It was a 'boy's night'," said Cherie angrily.

"That chick?" asked Alex. Duncan nodded.

"She was hot," said Jimmy.

"She was fucking sexy!" cried Cliff.

"I wish I was there…" hinted Cherie. It actually didn't matter to her that they wanted to have a boy's night, she just liked annoying them from time to time.

"Well, I wasn't going to get paid till I took her to this party. She got completely shit-faced and tried to kiss me,"

Cliff whistled loudly "Duncan! My man!" he cheered. "You fucking, player!"

"The thing is though-" he paused. A little embarrassed to tell his friends the truth. "I didn't kiss her back," he muttered. And as predicted his friends fell silent.

"What? I'm sorry, it sound like you said 'You didn't kiss her back'," said Cliff in disbelief.

"Are you queer or something?" asked Cherie.

"You should resent that," winked Alex.

"But seriously, dude," said Jimmy shaking his head.

"I know. But it was a business relationship. There weren't supposed to be any strings attached!" said Duncan furiously.

"That fuck does that have to do with anything?" barked Cliff.

"… Uh-oh," smiled Cherie with an evil grin as her female intuition kicked in.

"What?" asked Duncan, eyeing her darkly. The other boys were also curious with her statement.

"You like her!" she exclaimed with the same evil look on her face. The other boys looked at Duncan with surprise.

"That true, dude?" asked Jimmy smiling.

"No," muttered Duncan.

"Yes it is!" said Cherie. "You didn't kiss her because you were afraid that she might find out about the deal and get hurt,"

Duncan wouldn't admit to it, but she was right. "Look. It doesn't matter," he yelled. "The point is, I'm getting paid again to take her to prom. But she's to pissed at me," he said slouching in his seat.

"Well, if you want her back, I have an idea," said Cherie "If you're into all this cheesy bullshit like prom and being a nice guy for once, then you should do something cheesy to get her back,"

"She hates 'cheesy'," mumbled Duncan.

"That's why you have to make it overly cheesy. That way, she'll think you're so lame that she'll laugh and forget about everything," added Cherie.

"And what brilliant plan do you have in mind?" asked Duncan, rolling his eyes.

Cherie grinned. "One you'll hate," she said wickedly.


Gwen had gym right after lunch. It wasn't the school's best idea, as the students were still digesting their meals, but it was a chance to step outside during the warmer months.

Gwen usually hated her gym class. She hated exercise and being outdoors. Today, however, she was relieved as the gym classes were separated by gender (meaning; no boys).

She was sitting on the grass when something came over the loud speaker. Scanning the perimeter around her, she noticed a small group of boys in the stands. All holding (or sitting behind) an instrument. Wondering where the hell they came from, or, how she didn't see them before, Gwen noticed that Duncan stood in front off them all, microphone in hand.

"This song is dedicated to the torment you guys will put me through for the rest of the year for doing this. Hope you like it, pasty," he said as he looked at her from the bleachers. Suddenly, the band struck up a tune that Gwen could easily recognize, and Duncan began to sing:

"She's a rebel.

She's a saint

She's salt of the earth

And she's dangerous

She's a rebel

Vigilante

Missing link on the brink

Of destruction

From Chicago to Toronto

She's the one that they

Call old whatsername

She's the symbol

Of resistance

and she's holding on my

heart like a hand grenade,"

Gwen couldn't keep from both smiling and laughing. He actually went through all that trouble. Meanwhile, Duncan and his band members were going berserk on stage. They looked like an actually band performing for a live audience. The other students were cheering and the gym teacher wasn't sure if he should inform the principle or not.

"Is she dreaming

What I'm thinking (he sang with a wink)

Is she the mother of all bombs

Gonna detonate

Is she trouble

Like I'm trouble

Make it a double

Twist of fate

Or a melody that

She sings the revolution

The dawning of our lives

She brings this liberation

That I just can't define

Nothing comes to mind,"

Duncan would have finished singing if the school's security hadn't shown up. The second he saw them, he took off running along the bleachers. Lucky for him, he was in quite good shape, and enjoyed tiring them out as he hopped up and down the steps. Gwen and the other students cheered him on as his band continued to play the melody without any lyrics.

But as all good things must come to and end. Duncan was eventually caught and dragged off to the principle's office. His friends chuckled to themselves and started to pack up their interments. Lucky for them, they didn't go to that school, so they weren't in trouble. They also weren't in trouble due to the fact that they secretly signed in and therefore were 'visitors' to the school.

Gwen watch Duncan as he was being pulled away. Before he was out of sight, he looked back at her and gave her another wink, causing her to blush profusely. "Maybe he's not a douche after all," she thought to herself.


Duncan sat outside of Miss. Blaineley's office. His arms were behind his hands and his eyes were closed. He probably would have fell asleep hadn't he heard Gwen's combat boots trekking down the hallway. He smiled as she entered the room and leaned against the doorway.

"Greenday? How mainstream are you?" asked Gwen with a grin on her face.

"There not too bad," shrugged Duncan.

Gwen entered further and sat down besides him. "So, it wasn't the alcohol talking," Duncan gave her a curios look. "You really are a sweet guy," she said giving him a small nudge with her elbow.

"Need I remind you," said Duncan trying to sound smart. "Not to tell anyone,"

"I didn't have to. You're display was enough," she said giving him a wink. They both laughed together.

"Wanna get out of here?" asked Duncan.

Gwen gave him a puzzled look. "Aren't you in enough trouble?" she asked.

Duncan shrugged. "Miss. Blaineley's still working on her manifesto. She's probably already forgotten about me," Another grin spread on Gwen's face as she nodded. He stood up and took her by the hand as the two of them rushed out of the office.


"So how do you play this again?" asked Gwen as Duncan handed her the paintball gun.

"I refuse to believe that you've never played this before," said Duncan as he paid for the equipment. "But since you're not lying, it's pretty simple. Point and shoot," he said. "That is, if you can find me," he said as he tucked his gun under his arm.

Gwen smiled and put her mask on. "You can count on that," she said, running onto the playing field.

Gwen quickly hid behind one of the playing boards, clutching her paintball gun close to her chest. By now, both she and Duncan had fired and missed several times.

"You better be able to do better then that, pasty!" called Duncan. As he did, a paint bullet whizzed past his head and just missed him.

"You better be able to do better then that, juvie!" she called back at him.

Out of nowhere, Duncan appeared from behind her. She almost screamed with fear. He lifted his mask and smirked at her, his gun, still pointed in her direction.

"I could give you a chance to surrender," he said.

Gwen thought for a moment, then smiled. Slowly, she stood up in front of Duncan and removed her mask. She used one of her hands to lower his gun, then gave him a kiss. Duncan thought for a moment, then kissed her back. Maybe Cherie was right. Maybe he did like her. At least he thought so until he felt something poking his chest. He looked down and saw that Gwen had taken his gun from him and was now jamming it into him. He was now unarmed and under siege. "I could give you a chance to surrender," Duncan raised his arms over his head. However, Gwen shot him anyway. From the blow of the paintball, he fell onto his back, pulling Gwen down with him. She landed on top of him, chuckling her head off.

Then, she looked into his strong teal eyes.

He looked back into her mysterious onyx eyes.

Duncan leaned in for a kiss

Gwen kissed him back.

While they had just shared their first kiss moments ago. Something was different about this one. It was more passionate, more pure, and, in Duncan's eyes, more sincere.


So I ended up going with the song idea. I hope you liked what I did with it.

As for Duncan's friends, their names were inspired by four famous musicians. Can guess who I'm referring to? I'll give you a few hints;

1. Here are the bands I got their names from:

- AC/DC

- Led Zeppelin

- Van Halen

2. Each member was given the name after a musician that played the same instrument

Note: I gave one of the characters a nickname which was actually another musician's name from the same band who played a different instrument (if that makes sense).

A little fun research project for you guys. Good luck!