Chapter 11

"Someone's looking smug this afternoon," Noah commented dryly as Courtney sat on the pool chair next to him. The thin boy was sun-bathing, and looked quite comical the way he held the silvery mirror up with his black glasses.

"You know, if you grew a mustache, you'd look just like an emaciated Magnum P.I.?" Courtney said before giggling histarically.

"Well someone's self esteem is seriously up. God I hate preppy people," Noah smirked.

"Whatever you say, Cancer de Melanoma."

"Oh will you quit with the I'm-too-good-for-tanning routine? We can't all be a pretty mocha-skinned princess."

"Oh please, I'm more than a princess. If anything, I'm a Goddess."

"Shall I worship you?" Noah asked sarcastically.

"Please do," Courtney began to giggle again, rolling over on her stomach to feel the warmth of the tropical sun.

"So really, why are you so giddy? Did you finally get laid?"

Courtney laughed out right. "No. But things might just be looking up for Duncan and me again."

Noah bolted upright, dropping his mirror-strips. "What?"

"We talked on the beach," The night-eyed girl remarked. "And it turns out that we both... We both want very similar things."

"I never knew what a sap you were," Noah smirked.

Courtney laughed. "Must be all those gothic comic books I read..."

"Since when does the 'Pop-Princess' read underground comics?" Noah asked in surprise.

"Since she felt that a little change of pace would get her over her heartbreak."

"Did it work?"

"No, but Serena Valentino's writing is about the best out there."

"I would beg to differ, Nicholas Sparks is the best."

"And you call me a sap?"

"Of course. For moi*, is not a sap, but a romantic."

"Your French is awful." Courtney laughed again. Oh things were finally looking up!

"At least I- oh. Courtney, Derrick's coming over here."

"Crap. Well, I'm gonna disappear. Catch you later, Noah."

"Sure, Court."

Courtney stood up quickly and speed-walked to where the inner rooms of the resort were, thinking she could lose Derrick in the maze of hallways to the resort. But her escape plans were foiled when she saw the handsome youth walk around the corner in front of her, a smile that Courtney didn't like on his face. "Ah, Miss Courtney. How nice to see you."

"Is there something you need?" Courtney asked, crossing her arms. If you can't get away, look as scary as you can.

"I've had an opportunity to speak with all the other campers," He said as he looked her over. "And yet you still elude me. I'd like to get to know you. After all, you are my guest."

"That's very kind of you, but I'm very busy."

"Oh, please, Courtney. You're on vacation. Relax, live a little." The boy's eyes brightened. "I know. Let me treat you to a drink. Nonalcoholic, of course."

"I really need to-" But Courtney was cut-off by Derrick's arma around her shoulers. His hand snaked to her bicep, and his grip was painfully tight.

"I insist." Courtney gluped, but decided that for the time being she should humor him...

Oh noes! Cliffhanger! Is this the end of Courtney? No. But you should still read the next chapter, lol.

*= for those of you who don't know, Noah is speaking in French. Moi means me/myself, and since its improper grammar, Courtney is amused. All hail Princess up-tight!