A/N: Okay guys, I'm back with the next chapter. This one isn't as long as all of the others, but it's still pretty good. You're all gonna get a little more background on Duncan. I've finally decided which way my story is going to go and I want to thank everyone who submitted ideas to me. I'm definitely going to be using some of them and I want to dedicate this chapter to cartoonfire for giving me the idea to have a chapter with Duncan in an interview and to NeoChick and Anonomous for giving me the inspiration to give more background on Duncan, I hope you and everyone else enjoys it.
I Miss You-10. Employment History
Duncan found it quite easy to persuade Geoff to do his bidding. After convincing the party boy that he had ruined his chances with his little Princess it was very effortless to drag the blond cowboy down to his truck.
He still found the entire situation very frustrating. He had her! He had her right where he wanted her. He had wanted her for so damn long. No matter how much his body stressed his needs for Courtney, he could not give in, simply because she wasn't allowing it. She was still in denial about her feelings.
Duncan smirked; he knew otherwise. No woman acted like the temptress she had if they didn't want him. He simply had to bide his time; she would eventually cave in and when she finally did he would be waiting.
At the moment, his first and foremost concern was to get a job. He needed to get one to prove, in some way, to the Princess that he was a civil human being. Geoff seemed to be his only option for anything at the moment, and he was lucky that he didn't even have the balls to deny him.
Duncan's mind wandered to thoughts about the blond couple. Had Geoff gone all the way with Bridgette yet? "Hey Blondie, you banged surfer girl yet?"
Geoff balked, nearly swerving off of the road into oncoming traffic, "What the hell kind of a question is that, dude?!"
Duncan clutched to the passenger side door for dear life, "Jesus man!" He exclaimed, "It was just a question,"
Geoff seemed to deflate, "No," He answered in a melancholy tone.
"Well, why the hell not?" Duncan asked, regaining his ease.
"I've almost gotten there," Geoff defended hopefully, not actually answering Duncan's question.
"But almost isn't," Duncan countered, grinning smugly, "You aren't still a virgin are you?"
For the second time in five minutes Geoff nearly crashed into an apposing car, this time receiving irate honking from the people in his path. "Dude, what the hell?!"
"That's my line!" Duncan shot back, once again fearing for his life. "I just wanna trade war stories and conquests with my best bud," He explained.
At hearing this, Geoff seemed to understand, "I haven't slept with her yet because it just hasn't been the right time,"
Duncan looked at the cowboy curiously, never having really been sentimental about anything, let alone sex. "What do you mean?"
"Well, like when Bridge and I interrupted you and Court, it just wasn't your time. Every moment like that in life has a special time and place, dude. You just gotta wait it out. It'll happen when the time is right, or at least that's what I keep telling myself,"
Duncan thought on this, wondering if that was part of the reason why Courtney wasn't letting him in. It had to be the only reason, because all of the other signs were there. She participated in the kiss the second time and was nearly bouncing off of the walls with tension. He guessed that he would just have to do as Geoff said and wait it out. He just wondered how long he could last.
The remaining trip to the male's dormitory was silent and short lived. Upon reaching the building Duncan and Geoff bypassed the dorm manager. Neither of them felt the need or desire to explain Duncan's future living conditions.
When they entered the dorm room, Duncan let out an appreciative whistle, "Nice digs. You didn't strike me as the neat and tidy type,"
"I'm not," Geoff defended, "I'm just hardly ever here,"
"How come?" Duncan asked, making his way to the couch in the center of the living room/kitchenette.
"I work and go to school full time," Geoff answered as he took a seat on the couch next to Duncan.
Duncan raised an eyebrow at the party boy before dismissing the conversation. It wasn't like him to probe into anyone's life style.
He glanced around the dorm, noticing that it was pretty much the same layout as Courtney and Bridgette's. He wondered a moment later if the blond surfer chick decorated the room. Duncan grinned at this, realizing how much the other couple seemed like they were married.
The subject seemed to strike a cord for him, though. He simply wasn't the marrying type. He contemplated if that might have had something to do with his parents. They hadn't been married when they had him and even after having him it seemed that the thought had never crossed their minds. They were both coming and going as they pleased, which didn't sit right with him.
After associating this discomfiture with relationships, Duncan seemed to get the mindset that it was fine to flirt with as many women as humanly possible. However, that was the only thing similar about his and his father's ways in thinking. He wholly believed in letting the girl he was with know his exact intentions. It seemed to make things a lot easier that way. Either that or it was the type of women he had been with before Courtney. He seemed to think that if he told Courtney he only wanted to be her fuck buddy that he would get another slap to the face and the girl would never speak to him again.
She was the only one that he could ever recall being this serious about and something about that made his insides clench with something unfamiliar. He couldn't discern weather he liked it or not, but he was willing to dwell on it a little while longer.
"So, where am I sleeping?" He asked suddenly, startling Geoff as he had been sitting watching TV for the past few minutes in silence.
"There's a second bed in the other room," Geoff supplied, "Or you could sleep out here. The couch is a futon-thingy. See you can put it down if you do this," He made to demonstrate, but was interrupted by Duncan.
"Dude, I can just sleep in the other room," He assured, "Just don't get into my bed at night, I don't swing that way,"
Geoff made to clobber him but was easily side stepped, "So, is a Saturday a bad time to apply at your job?" Duncan asked, looking to deter the upcoming brawl.
"No," Geoff grumbled, seeming to pout as he crossed his arms and legs, slouched over, and scowled dejectedly at the television.
"Well then come on," Duncan encouraged, "You're not worth my time if you're not making me money,"
"Dude!" Geoff shouted chasing the delinquent out of the room and back down to his truck.
Duncan gazed languidly at the bulletin board of the office that he was in. Posted up on the board were current announcements and the essential steps to a happily run store. The whole idea made him want to hurl, but he needed this job so he kept his gag-reflex in check. His gaze journeyed to the overly built man sitting in the too-small office chair. The guy looked like an escaped convict, which Duncan hoped would increase his odds at getting the job.
"What experience do you have?" The man asked as he glanced up from Duncan's paperwork.
"Lots," Duncan supplied, and when that didn't seem to slide he elaborated, "From when I was eight 'till about when I was twelve, I mowed lawns. When I turned sixteen I got my first real job at a Wal-Mart. After that I got a job at Lows Hardware, Target, and a local gas station. And when no other job seemed to want to give me work, I hassled a construction manager to give me part time work. So I've had loads of experience,"
His interviewer raised a skeptical eyebrow, "Why did you have so many jobs between when you were sixteen and now?"
"Technically, it was between the ages of sixteen and seventeen that I had so many jobs because when I turned eighteen I hit the road with a group of friends in a band," Duncan supplied, not actually answering the question.
The supposed escape convict/interviewer raised a stern yet inquisitive brow, silently pressing his question.
Duncan sighed flippantly, "Some stuff happened at Wal-Mart and Lows, since I was working them both at the same time," The wording he used didn't seem to be lost on either occupant of the room, "They canned me on the spot since I wound up in juvy because of them," His infliction was bitter, "Target canned me for reasons of cutting down; it was a seasonal job anyway. And I quit the Construction Company and gas station because I really didn't feel like going back to juvy."
"Have you taken rehabilitation courses?"
"Yeah," Duncan grumbled, seeming very bitter about the divulging of his stained past.
A long silence filled the room as the manager riffled through Duncan's paperwork, signing things and scratching certain things out. A long time seemed to pass in silence with the only sound the scratching of pen on paper. After what seemed like forever, the supervisor placed his pen down and folded his hands atop the paperwork.
"I do not tolerate people like you," He said flatly, receiving a disgruntled glare from the delinquent, "I don't tolerate thieves or people who don't seem to give a shit about weather they put all of their heart into their work or not. I don't tolerate fighting, shouting, conspiracy, gambling, gossiping, threatening, none of that bull. If you can look me in the eye and promise me that you won't pull any of that, then you've got the job."
Duncan had lost interest after the first sentence, having taken to glaring death at his paperwork. But, after hearing what he did, he nearly got whiplash in his neck as he jerked to make eye contact with the brute.
"You serious?" He enquired disbelievingly.
At the nod that he received from the stern man he smirked, "Cool," The next words seemed to be a little bit harder to get out, "I promise,"
A/N: Alright, what did ya'll think of that? It's actually a little challenging for me to write in Duncan's perspective, since I can't relate to him as well as I relate to Courtney. Personally, I feel that I act a great deal like Courtney so it's much easier for me to write like her. Please keep reviewing! Thank you all!