CHAPTER 10
DUNCAN'S POV
Duncan couldn't sleep. He simply lied there, with his face shoved in Courtney's hair. He'd already tried moving it, but every time he settled his head back on to his pillow, it would fly back up and trap him in it's web of strawberry scented shampoo. So he just sat and thought over all that has happened in the last month. Or was it a week? Maybe two weeks. For some reason, time didn't seem to matter when he was with Courtney. But he tried to put everything in order, so he could have a better chance of wrapping his head around all of it. So Courtney called him, they got coffee, she kissed him, he broke up with Gwen (she was with Trent now), he went on a date with Courtney, they rode on a motorcycle, he refused to have sex with her, he cried, he saw Courtney cut herself, he stopped the bleeding, he got Courtney's backstory, he kissed her, he watched her shower, and now here he was, curled up against her at 4:27 in the morning. And he had three words to sum it all up. What. The. Fuck.
COURTNEY'S POV
Sometime around four Courtney woke up. She was about to roll over and check on Duncan when she heard him grunting and blowing her hair around. She smiled and feigned sleep. As she continued her act, she heard him groan, laugh, and snort. What was he thinking about? Was he thinking about her? What about Gwen? Maybe his mohawk? She didn't know. Maybe that was why she always ran back to him. He was the one thing she couldn't get right now matter how hard she tried. And she liked it. She waited for another half an hour, but Duncan's breath had slowed, and his movement had stopped. She figured he was asleep, and rolled over to face him. Now he was on his back, with his arm around Courtney, and she was turned around in it, her leg over his, staring at his stupid hair and dying to push a piece out of his face. But she didn't want to risk waking him, so she just sat there and stared at the rebellious green lock. She furrowed her brow and decided to fix it anyway. Yet as soon as she reached out to touch the strand, Duncan groaned and scrunched his face, eyes still closed. Courtney freaked out, turned around as fast as she could, shut her eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep. But before she could take one last peek at his sleeping face, she too was fast asleep.
DUNCAN'S POV
Duncan groaned and squinted as light flooded his eyes. He struggled to look at the alarm clock, and was surprised to find out it was already noon. He sighed and lied flat on his back, looking around. The only other times he'd been in Courtney's room were in a state of surprise and panic, and in total darkness. The walls were lavender, adourned with blurry paintings of girls in the rain and the Eiffel Tower. He saw a wispy off-white canopy around Courtney's side of the bed, still open on his. He was under a big white comforter with little pale colored blankets on top. There was a fluffy white rug on the floor, and underneath it he could see dark laminated flooring. There was also a big white desk (perfectly organized and labeled, of course), and two white nightstands on either side of the bed. He stared out of the huge window to the right of him, and briefly wondered why they handn't shut the damn blinds. He looked down at Courtney's sleeping figure next to him and grinned. Her arms were splayed around her head, her legs tangled and twisted in his, and her mouth was open, drooling on the pillow beneath her head. Her hair was a mess, and she had no makeup on, but he thought she looked beautiful. Like, he knew how cliche it was, but there was no denying it. He counted the freckles on her delicate nose, and smoothed her wild hair down, gently closing her mouth for her. He didn't know Princess could look so messy and, y'know, normal. He chuckled at the thought, and Courtney slowly opened her eyes.
COURTNEY'S POV
"Whad'ya lookin at?" Courtney mumbled incoherently.
Duncan laughed at her slurred words, and booped her nose. At that Courtney scrunched her face, unused to Duncan's current manner. She sat up in the crisp sheets, running a hand through her tangled hair. She looked around for the clock, and tried to make sense of the blurred neon digits. 12:00 P.M. finally came through, and she nearly fell out of the bed. She stood up and ran to her dresser, searching frantically for a clean outfit. She finally found one, placing it on the bed and smoothing it out. Duncan looked at her, his eyebrow raised questioningly.
"Oh, um, I have this thing today." Courtney said distractedly, still moving around the room in search of her other boot.
"This thing?" Duncan said, slowly lifting himself from the comfortable mattress and making his way towards her.
"Yeah. A thing. That I have to do." She said, still making no sense.
"Courtney." Duncan said, grabbing her by her forearms, pulling her towards him.
She seemed to snap out of her distracted trance, and she locked eyes with him.
"Yes?" she asked.
"What 'thing' do you have to do?" Duncan asked, trying to get a good answer out of her.
"I have a, uh, date..." she trailed off, avoiding his gaze.
Duncan felt his heart shatter.
"With?" he said, voice cracking.
"Alejandro. But, it's not, serious, or anything." she insisted.
"Then why are you jumping out of bed and running around looking for an outfit to wear?" Duncan demanded, jealous despite himself.
"Because, Duncan," Courtney said, now angry, pushing herself out of his grasp.
"Because why?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"Because he's my boyfriend."
A.N. Woah woah Courtney you little sneak. What will happen next? Who knows? I do, so I promise I'll have the next chapter up this week!
