Sorry for the delay people. Enjoy.
Well, it was war alright.
On a daily basis the jocks and the greasers got into fist fights in the streets, on school grounds, in the town outskirts hell, even in public bathrooms.
The useless Sporto Tyler and the dickhead Danny Zuko-wannabe Trent were so freaked out that they had bodyguards on them all the time and worst of all they were still fighting over that girl Lindsay. It wasn't about the stupid guitar anymore, no, no it never was. It was always about that chick. I mean she's hot but they are fucking obsessed with that broad.
Whenever one of them went out with her, the other one's goons crashed the date and the girl went out with the other one, so the first guy's goons crashed their date and so on, so on. It was like that every Friday night.
Well, the next time something interesting happened was one month after the whole guitar thing happened.
It was Friday night again and I was sitting on a couch with Princess. We were in the prep dorm in front of the huge flat screen TV they had there. I really wasn't there voluntarily, Princess was forcing me to watch that show she liked "Glee" with her. She said ti was the mid-season finale and a super important episode or something like that and that "watching a nice, gentle show would teach me to be sensitive". Bullshit. After all the chick flicks I endure for her she can't say I'm not sensitive.
Well anyway, Princess was snuggling onto me, with her arm wrapped around mine, her head on my shoulder and; best of all, her right D-cup boob smooshed against my elbow. Hey, I like Princess and respect her, but I still can't help but to mention that pair whenever I can. We were watching the show, which was not as bad as I thought would be but was still a bore when somebody came into the room which I specifically told the preps not to come into.
We both turned around and saw the jerkwad Alejandro standing at the door.
"Duncan, there's two of the dickhead greaseballs here to see you." He said.
"Let them in." I said, happy to not have to see that show anymore but unhappy because Princess, and her boob, immediately got off me to stand up and recieve the guys who had come in, who turned out to be none other than Geoff and Trent.
"Hi guys." Said Geoff.
"Hey Geoff...hey Elvis wannabe." I told them.
"Duncan, don't be rude." My Princess scolded me.
"Look guys, I have a job for you." Trent told us.
"What?"
"Well, you see, we've been told that tomorrow at around five in the afternoon Tyler and most his jocks will go out to find Lindsay and he'll try to talk her into another date, well we're gonna go there and make sure that doesn't happen but in the meantime the rec center where they all hang out will be unguarded so we were wondering if you twl could go and trash it." Trent explained.
"We might." I said. "But that all depends on how much green you put in my hand for it."
"We were thinking around fifty bucks." Trent said.
"Fair enough." Princess said.
"Now will you two leave?!" I shot at them. "I'm trying to spend some time with my favourite girl."
Both of them gulped at my anger and they left. Chickens, I wasn't gonna do anything to them.
"Duncan, that was rude...a little sweet, but still rude." Princess scowled at me.
"Hey Princess, you know how I am. I'm a rude, crude dude who doesn't do what anyone tells him to." I told her with a cocky tone and my trademark smirk.
"Shut up and watch the show with me." She said.
"Yes honey." I said and did as she told me to.
Come to think of it, that last little bit was a little ironic.
About one hour after that, when the show ended and Princess was so happy with what had happened that she was hugging me very tight and giving me a real nice elbow feel, was when we got interrupted again.
Alejandro came through the door again and told us that somebody else came here.
"Tell those greaseballs we'll do their job and not to bother us anymore." I told him.
"Yeah, thing is that it's not the poor-boys, it's the jocks who are here." Aleandro the snob told us.
"Huh?"
Then, two of the jocks stepped in. It was their quarterback and leader Tyler and another one of them, the one called Billy.
"Hey, we hear you two guys can get jobs done." Tyler said.
"Hi, good afternoon. I'm Courtney." Princess said, introducing herself and indirectly pointing out that Tyler had not said hello. "And yes we have our way with tasks."
"Well, I have something for you. As you probably know, me and my guys are beefing with the greasers because their top guy is trying to steal my girlfriend, well tomorrow their gonna try and get me while I talk to her in our date in Wawanakwa Park at five...while they're doing that the abandoned auto shop they hang out in will be empty, so we thought maybe you could trash it and all their stuff while they're fighting with us." Tyler explained.
"We might." Princess said. "But, our beaks will have to get very wet before we can do that."
She's starting to learn how to do things the right way. I'm so proud.
"We'll give you forty bucks." He said.
"Fifty." She answered.
"Fine, fifty." Sporto whined. "But do it right."
Then, the two douches left, leaving me and Princess alone again.
"So Duncan, we split up and smash those places tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"Alright, you get the auto shop and I'll take the rec center." She said.
"Fine." I answered. "Now, how 'bout we make out for a while."
"Eww Duncan, I still don't see how you can be disgusting enough to say things that way, you have to be kinder and more sub-"
I shut her up by pressing my lips to hers and in her surprised gasp sliding my tongue into her mouth. I know Courtney very well and one thing I know and love about her is her hormonal nature. Her hormones have a HUGE hold on her and even though she tries to supress them she's really passionate and so it was that overly passionate nature of hers that made her slide her tongue along mine when they made contact, made her close her eyes and then begin licking the inside of my mouth.
So hot.
So cold.
I was so fucking cold when Princess and I stepped outside into the snow covered school campus the next day. It was almost five in the afternoon and it must've been minus a million degrees out there because though I was wearing a jacket I was still fucking freezing. At least it wasn't snowing, there was snow everywhere, though. If it'd been sunny then maybe it wouldn't have been as fucking freezing but anyway.
"Alright Duncan, this is going to be an easy day...you go to the abandoned auto shop and trash it and I'll do the same with the rec center, then we get back here, cash in our money and go out for dinner." Princess with a military-like tone.
"Yes sir, General Courtney I'll do as you say." I said, putting on a mock serious voice and doing a military salute, something that earned me a jab in the gut from her.
"Come on Duncan, I'm going to go now, I'll meet you here at six hirty for our date." She said. "Bye."
She then ran off.
"Bye Princess."
Well, by 5:10 I had already made it to the abandoned auto shop. I pushed open the door to the dillapitated place, which was very fucking messed up and stepped in. The entire place was very dark.
Well, when I swtich on the lights to the run down place, I saw something which I very much did NOT expect to see. Inside the place there were about ten greasers on their bikes. All of them were unknown to me except one whom I think you already know...dear old Trent Vincent, who right at that moment went from my "allies" list straight into my "people who's asses I'll kick into next century" list.
"Hey Trent, what's up?" I asked mockingly, keeping my cool.
"Shut the door."
"Huh?"
Then I heard the metal door I had kicked open thirty seconds ago shut behind me and a really tall greaser standing in front of it.
"What the hell?!" I yelled.
"Alright Duncan, cut the crap. I Know you burnt my guitar, man." Trent said.
"The fuck I did! Who told you that bullshit?!" I yelled, trying to keep clean, since hell ten of them against just me could take me out easily.
"That would be me, Duncan-boy."
Fuck no, not HIM again! But yeah, I turned and there was the asshole who had started all of this. There with his ugly face, messed up brown hair and ridiculous toque wool hat, in a green school winter jacket and pants was Ezekiel Smith.
"Just when I thought you weren't behind something shitty that happened to me." I told him.
"Duncan-boy, you have to learn that I'm g'ooing to be messin' with you until I take you down a c'oople hundred nodges, eh." He said in his annoyinglya ccented voice. "You humiliated me by standing up to me and surpassin' me plots, so I have to take you o'oot."
"Nobody even knows it was you who set all the up!" I yelled. "Why the fuck do you care?!"
"Well the whole revenge thing is actually a lame excuse, I'm actually d'ooin' this because I'm bored." He told me.
"You're bat-shit crazy!" I yelled at him.
"Possible. Anyway, y'oor ass is gettin' kicked t'ooday Duncan-boy. Enjoy dawg." He said and then retreated back into the shadows of the abandoned auto shop as the greasers began to close in on me.
"Look dudes, if you take one step closer I'm gonna kick your asses." I threatened them, really pissed from having seen Ezekiel.
Then one of them pedaled forward and punched me across the face as he rushed past. Another one did the same again, but when the third dick came to punch me from his bike, I snatched his arm with my hand and pulled him off his bike, swinging him on top of one of the dicks who had already hit me, hurting both of them.
Then I felt another one hit me, this time in the back of the head and I fell to the floor, hurt but not beaten. A fifth greaser began pedalling towards me, so thinking fast I grabbed whatever I could that was lying enxt to me, which turned out to be a monkey wrench and flung it at the guy. The wrench hit him in the neck and he fell sideays off the bike, hitting his ehad on the floor and passing out.
A sixth one began to pedal at me. I jumped up and dodged this guy, then dashed to the side and picked up the monkey wrench. If the douchebags kept coming at me one at a time it would be fuckig easy. The seventh greaser pedalled on ad I dodged him just in time and skilfully shoved the wrench in between his bike's spokes jamming it and flinging him into the air because of the sudden halt. The douchebag greaser flew straight at the sixth greaser and tackled him to the floor, while his bike hit the first greaser's bike, knocking them both over and knocking out the greaseball, who then hit his head against the maneuver handles.
Two other ones came at me at the same time and is looked like they would try to hit me with the handles of their bikes, so I simply ducked and their handles crashed against each other, making them veer off and crash into walls.
Morons.
"Come on! Is that the best you've got!?" I mocked.
Then I turned around and saw Trent, a pipe, then I was falling and then darkness.
I slowly raised my head off the ground. I felt like I'd been at a raging kegger and was now having the hangover of a life time. I slowly got up off the ground and started trying to figure out where I was. I definitely wasn't at the auto shop, since instead of dillapidated cars and oil stains I saw rocks and a nearly frozen river.
Then, I spotted Mass Murder Bridge, named after its builder Johnny Massmurder, the poor bastard witht he coolest but most unfortunate name in the world; the importance of me seeing that bridge had to do with the fact that I knew that the bridge joined Serial Avenue with Killer street and Killer street led to the school.
Now, what I'd learnt from getting drunk that one night in Toronto and waking up the next day in a dumpster in Connecticut was that after waking up and finding out where you are, you have to figure out when youa re where you are. So, I checked the time.
Oh fuck!
It was already 7:30 PM. I was supposed to meet Princess an hour and a half ago. Shit! I would explain how I made it from there to the school, but I don't really remember too well. All I remember was running up the river bank, knocking over some dude in a bike, stealing his bike and pedalling all the way to the school. Come to think of it...I do remember all that happened when I was ehading back to the school.
When I made it to the school campus it was 7:45. I ditched the bike at te entrance, not wanting to be seen in a stolen ride and then began to look for Princess. I checked the place where we ahd agreed to meet, outside the guys' dorm, and there she was.
Princess was walking back and forth an imaginary straight line right in front the small stairs that led up to the door of the dorm. She looked tense and nervous and was muttering something to herself.
"Princess." I called out.
She then turned to look at me and a look of huge relief struck her face. She then ran to me and hugged me tight, pressing her face to my chest. I hugged her back.
"Duncan! I was worried wick! Where were you?" She asked me, a little muffled because she was pressing her face to my jacket.
Damn, I didn't know she cared that much about me. It kinda makde me feel better about how I felt about her. It's nice to know the feeling goes both ways.
"The damn greasers knocked me out. They surprised me and guess what, Ezekiel told Trent that we were the ones who burnt his guitar...so our little alliance with the greasers is kinda officially over now." I told her.
She pulled herself off me and then slapped me across the face. What the fuck?!
"What the fuck?!"
"That's for making me be so worried." She said.
Then she kissed me. She just took me by the cheeks and kissed me. OK, this chick is weird.
"Now, we have to go out on our date and since you made me get so worried...we have to do what I want this week." She told me, all high and mighty.
"Fine, as long as there are no dumbass vampires in it." I told her.
Here's a funny joke. How do you tell a straight vampire from a gay vampire? Like this: Straight vampires burn up when in the sun and gay vampires sparkle when in the sun. I hate that dumbass "Twilight series".
"No can do Duncan...if you want to be OK with me you have to take me to see 'New Moon'." She demanded. "Come on, I never ask you to see this kinda movie with me."
"Yeah you do!"
"Let me rephrase...I never force you, but now I am forcing you." She said sternly.
I sighed.
"Fine."
It was about 11 PM when we left that movie. Let me tell you this...excluding the fact that whenever the werewolf kid took off his shirt Princess would shriek, like every girl in the room, and hug tightly onto my arm and I'd get to cop an elbow feel...that movie sucked ass.
Anyway, the moment we left the movie theatre would have been great if it weren't for the following.
"Well, well, well Duncan-boy y'oo're up and ab'oot again. After what the greasers did to y'oo I'd have expected y'oo to be in bed for a month." The usual accented, annoying voice said.
Both Princess and I turned to look at the guy who said that and obviously...there was Ezekiel Smith.
"Big mistake jerk." I told him.
Princess and I began to clsoe in on him.
"Oh, so you want to take it out on me, eh?" He said. "Like you burnt Trent's guitar...or how you set off that stink bomb in the jock rally? I believe that was you, am I right?"
"Yeah and now we're gonna leave you stinking too...stinking dead."
"So you DID set off that bomb!" I heard another voice call out.
Both princess and I turned around to see about ten jocks standing there, including Tyler, having heard what we just said.
"You're the one who made my linds leave me!" Tyler yelled.
"Oh shit." I muttered.
"You should watch out for what you admit Duncan-boy." Ezekiel mocked me."I told you it was them Tyler."
"And you were right." The jock head answered.
"Now if you'll excuse me Duncan-boy, I would love to stay to see you get beaten to death but I have more pressing matters to handle. Au revoir." He mocked me again and then backed into an alley and dissappeared into the darkness.
"We're gonna kick your ass so much, they're gonna end up coming out of your mouth!" Tyler yelled at me.
"Princess, run...I'll handle them." I told her.
"But..."
"No time, get the fuck out of here!"
With one last worried look Princess ran off as I told her.
"Alright douches I'm gonna..."
Then, a swirl of ten angry jocks envolved me and there was, yet again...darkness.
Well, the next thing I knew I was hanging. My ass was extremely sore because when I woke up I was hanging by my boxers from one of the "H" poles on the school football field. I was really badly bruised, but I was gonna be OK.
With a single tear, I ripped off my underwear, something which hurt by the way, and dropped myself to the ground below, lading roughly and tripping, falling face first to the floor. I pulled myself up again and began to stumble out of the football field.
However I was stopped when I heard Pricness' voice calling me.
"Duncan!"
I turned around and saw that Princess' voice was coming from the school mascot costume tied up to a nearby tree. The school mascot costume was that of a moose in a school sweater. I ran to it and said.
"Princess?"
"Yes." She answered as I began to untie her.
I finished doing so and asked her.
"Why are you in a school mascot costume and why were you tied to the tree?"
"Well you see Duncan, when I ran I found myself face to face with the jock girl, Eva Brown and she hit me on the back of the head and knocked me I woke up I was tied up to the tree wearing this." She answered.
"OK, now let me help you take that stupid costume off." I told her.
"I'd rather you didn't." She said.
"Why not?"
"Well, you see, because Eva probably thought it'd be funnier if she put me in this costume with...nothing underneath." She answered, totally embarassed.
Well, at that point many naughty little thoughts shot into my brain, mostly thoughts of me and Princess both inside that costume with nothing underneath and I had to close my legs together tightly to keep Lil' Duncan in.
"You mean, you're naked under there?!" I asked, grinning wickedly.
I know she was wearing that stupid moose mask then but I could tell she was blushing madly below it.
"Oh my god...You are naked under there!" I exclaimed. "Can you let me see?"
"What?! No!"
"Come on, you know you want to."
"I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE ME NAKED!"
"Come on, I went to see that movie with you."
She began storming away madly and thus I followed her.
"NO!"
"Please, at least just your boobs." I tried to persuade her.
"Shut up!"
"Please? I mean your boobs are awesome, they were meant to be seen."
"SHUT UP!"
Yeah, in the end she didnt let me see her naked, or even her boobs but she didn't stay mad so we were back in good terms by the next day. Would've liked to see her boobs though.
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