A/N-Hey guys here's chapter 13 of my story Total Drama College Life. Enjoy.
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
Chapter Summary- Duncan asks Courtney for help. Gwen, and Trent get closer. Tyler has his first practice with the steroids. Justin gets his first modeling gig.
As the semester went on the work load continued increasing for a lot of people. Teachers started giving out more practice tests, pop quizzes were popping up left, and right. Projects with dues dates were nearing, and so were term papers. The people who actually took their work load seriously started to ask for tutoring.
The campus university had a tutoring center available. If you wanted you could sign up for help, or you could do the opposite, and tutor other students. Students paid good money to other students to help them. Many people who had the time, and brains signed up to be tutors. Courtney was one of those people.
She figured it was good pay, and a reason not to call home for money. It also helped that not all of the other students were totally helpless in their work. She had no time for foolishness after all.
After one of her sessions one afternoon she was packing up her stuff when Duncan walked into the tutoring center. "Courtney", he called out when he spotted her. Courtney groaned as he walked over to her, what would it take to get rid of this guy? "Don't you have a crime to commit somewhere?" She sneered.
Duncan didn't respond to her comment, which gave Courtney the impression that something was wrong. "I'm failing", he said simply. Courtney raised an eyebrow, "This concerns me because…?" She asked.
Duncan sighed, "I need your help. Can you tutor me?" He asked. Courtney seem taken back, "Why me?" She asked. "You're the best at what you do", he said.
Courtney swung her backpack over her shoulder, "There are plenty of other tutors, use them", she said. "I don't trust them I trust you", he said. Courtney rolled her eyes at his statement, how ironic. He could trust her but she couldn't trust him.
"I can't help you", Courtney said walking passed him. "You can't, or you won't?" Duncan asked. Courtney stopped in her tracks, and turned around. "Haven't you had enough?" She asked. "What'd you mean?" Duncan asked. "I've already slept with you. Isn't that enough?" She asked desperately.
"You really think that's all I wanted from you?" He asked. Courtney nodded, "Yes", she said simply. Duncan sighed in frustration, "Look if you help me I won't try to take advantage of you, or anything. I'll pay you if it helps. I just want your help because if I don't get some tutoring I could fail, and I really don't want to fail so Courtney please help me. I just want to do better", he pleaded.
"I can't help you. I'm already helping a bunch of students anyway, and plus I have my own work. I'm sorry Duncan", Courtney said. She turned around, and Duncan grabbed her arm. "Courtney", he said. Courtney shrugged her arm away, "I said I'm sorry", she said then walked out of the center.
Gwen walked out of her History Of Western Art class. Unlike most of her other classes this lecture had her interested. She found herself hanging on to every word. There was something very interesting learning about art from different points in history. About art in general. It was like that in every art class of hers.
Maybe it was because she loved art so much that she never got bored with it. She always looked forward to every art class. She couldn't wait to get to the next one. She wondered if that's how Trent felt about his music classes. The way he talked about it seemed so.
She walked back to her dorm room, and sat down. She started sketching a picture of the college campus when she got a message on Facebook. Gwen looked at the computer, and saw it from Trent. She smiled when she saw the message.
Trent: Hey. She replied back. Gwen: Hey. What's up? Trent: I just got back from a music class. You wouldn't believe some stuff I learned today. Gwen smiled at his enthusiasm as he told her everything he learned in one message. Gwen: It sounds like you learned a lot today. Trent: Yeah, I thought I knew most things about music already but it turns out I still have a lot to learn. Gwen: I get what you're saying I feel the same way every time I go to an art class. Trent: You can never learn to much. Gwen laughed at his response because it was so true. A person never could learn to much even if they were talented at something.
After his last class of the day Justin headed back to his dorm room. He would be so glad when his modeling career took off because as soon as he got famous enough he was totally done with this whole college thing. He was looking forward to life of traveling to different countries on private jets, and attending the most exclusive parties for models. Daryl already sent out multiple headshots to different agencies the only reason for the holdup was because he was trying to see who was going to give him the better deal in terms of money.
He got a phone call just as soon as he was about to walk into the boys' dorm. He looked at it, and saw it was from Daryl. Justin smiled as he eagerly answered his phone, "Hello", he said excitedly. "Justin my man I need you drop everything you're doing because I got good news", Daryl said over the phone. "Tell me", Justin said still smiling. "I got you a gig modeling on the cover of a magazine", Daryl said. Justin cheered when he heard the news. He would have jumped but he kept his feet in place. "Thank you, Daryl I knew you could do it. When do I start?" Justin asked. "That's why I told you to drop everything the editor wants to meet you today. Are you doing anything right now?" Daryl asked. Justin scoffed, "Nope I just got done with my last class", he said.
Daryl gave him the name of the address, "How long do you think it'll take you?" He asked. "Thirty minutes' tops", Justin answered. "Great, see you in half an hour", Daryl said then he hung up. Justin did a little dance, "Yes", he cheered. This was it, he was finally going to live the dream. His dream, and all took was for him to look good.
Justin ran into the boys' dorm, and went to his dorm room where he saw Trent on the computer. Trent looked at him, "Why are you in such a hurry?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "I got my first modeling gig", Justin said as looked around the room for something.
"Good for you man", Trent said. Justin still looked around the room, "Where are your car keys at?" He asked looking Trent. "Why?" Trent asked as he watched him scramble around the room. Justin stopped, "I need to borrow them", he said. Trent pointed over at the table near his bed, "Over there", he said. Justin grabbed them, "Thanks", he said then hurried out the room. "You're welcome", Trent called out but Justin was already out the door. Trent shrugged then turned his attention back to the computer.
Tyler paced back, and forth in the locker before football practice. The day before he took his first injection of steroids since it would take 24 hours for the drug to take effect. At first he didn't feel anything. He didn't feel stronger, or faster. But when he woke up that morning he felt different. Kind of energetic, like he was on top of the world. He took a morning run, and went to gym where he benched pressed more than he usually did.
He looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and saw that it was time for practice. He sighed to himself then went out to the football field. The coach eyed him as he warmed up with the rest of the team. Tyler did his best to ignore him. That was hard considering he was the coach, the very guy he was trying to impress so he could play.
The coach set up a practice drill. "You going to cry again Tyler?" A played asked smirking. Some of the players stood by snickering. Tyler ignored him. The coach blew his whistle, and Tyler was immediately ready for everything that happened. He didn't fumble the ball, and he actually made the touchdown. For the first time ever he left the players, and the coach speechless.
The coach clapped his hands, "Wow Tyler I'm shocked. I half expected you to drop the ball. G-g-good job", he said trying to get out the words. This was the first time he actually complemented Tyler considering all he had done since the start of the season was yell, and correct him. The player who teased Tyler before just shrugged, "He won't be able to do that again, you watch", he told the others. The coach blew his whistle, "Okay boys let's run it again", he said.
The player eyed him as they got into their positions, "It was beginners luck. You won't be able to do it again", he told Tyler. Tyler gave him a look, and remained silent. They ran the drill again, and the same thing happened. The player stared at him in disbelief. Tyler looked at him, "Don't cry", he teased. The player got red in the face as some of their teammates laughed at him.
To Tyler's surprise the rest of practice went really well, he didn't tire out early, and was able to keep up with everyone. The coach smiled at him, "Much improvement", he told Tyler after another successful drill. Tyler smiled back, "Thanks coach", he said gratefully. The coach slapped him on the back, "We might just make a good running back out of you yet", he said.
After practice the team headed back to the locker room. One of players high fived Tyler, "It took a while but it looks like we finally broke you in", he said smiling. Tyler didn't say anything he just chuckled. "Great job today Tyler. Keep up the great work", the coach told Tyler as he walked passed him. Tyler looked at him, "I will", he said smiling as he thought about the steroids back in his dorm room. Today had been such a change, and it was all because of the steroids. He was defiantly going need some more of that stuff.
Justin arrived at the address where Daryl told him to go. He went inside where he found Daryl waiting for him. He was standing around a bunch of other guys talking. Daryl greeted him, "Justin I'm glad you made it", he said. Justin smiled as clasped Daryl's hand, "Where's this editor at?" He asked. "Right here", Daryl said as a man came up to them. "Justin I'm Frank Charleston", The man said introducing himself.
"Nice to meet you", Justin said. Mr. Charleston smiled as he looked at Justin, "You were right Daryl he is more handsome in person", he said looking at Daryl. Daryl smiled, "What did I tell you? He's a keeper", he said. "He's just what we need right now", Mr. Charleston said. The guys in the background, who Justin assumed were the associates, nodded in agreement.
Justin smiled at Mr. Charleston, "I'm good for whatever you want me to do", he said. "Just from looking at you, you won't need to do much except pose, and model some clothes", Mr. Charleston. "What's my pay going to be?" Justin asked. Mr. Charleston smiled, "How does $1,000 per shoot sound?" He asked. Justin was flabbergasted, "$1-1-1,000?" He stuttered. Mr. Charleston nodded, "It's not much considering what the big-time models make but Daryl wouldn't settle for anything less than a thousand dollars. That's more than what most beginners make, and Daryl being the good agent that he is convinced us that you were worth it", he said.
Justin smiled at Daryl. "I'm just looking out for you Justin", Daryl said. This was turning out great, and he hadn't even done his first shoot for the magazine yet. Mr. Charleston looked at Justin, "However if you want this to work out you must keep a good body, and your face has to be spotless", he warned him. Justin laughed, that should be easy he was already doing that before when he wasn't a model. "I can do that", Justin said. "Then we have a deal", Mr. Charleston said holding out his hand. Justin shook it, "Yes we do", he said. Daryl padded them both on the shoulders, "It looks like we're in business boys", he said smiling.
After he showered, and talked a bit with some of the team Tyler ran to the gym. He looked around but he couldn't find the guy who sold him the steroids anywhere. Tyler ran his fingers through his hair, he had to find him if he found him he could get more drugs, and if he got more drugs he would continue to get better.
The main problem was he didn't know his name, and if he didn't have a name he couldn't get anywhere. Tyler growled under his breath, and kicked the leg press next to him in frustration. "Looking for me?" Somebody asked. Tyler turned around, and saw the same guy from the other day. Tyler sighed with relief, "Man am I glad to see you", he said smiling.
The guy leaned up against the leg press, "Everybody is, at least everybody who needs something, and let me guess you need something", he said as he fiddled with his fingers. Tyler nodded, "Yeah. I'm gonna need more…you know", he said not wanting to say the words in a gym full of people.
The guy looked at him, "Pumpers?" He asked. Tyler raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Somewhat?" He asked. The guy scoffed, "Steroids", he clarified rolling his eyes. Tyler nodded his head, "Yeah", he said quietly.
The guy smiled, "How's that working out for you so far?" He asked. "The steroids?" Tyler asked. The guy nodded, "Yeah, how was practice? Were they working for you?" He asked looking at him. Tyler smiled, "Yeah they were. For the first time, I was able to keep up, and the coach was proud of me. After today I think I might get to play in the next game", he said.
"You sound like a satisfied customer", the guy said. "So, you'll hook me up again?" Tyler asked. The guy tapped his chin, "I think we'll be able to work something out", he said. Tyler nodded, "Okay", he said
They went over to a corner, and talked over a price. The guy was going hard but Tyler was able to hold his own. They worked out a fair price, one which Tyler was able to afford, and where the guy was able to make a decent amount of money.
The guy handed him a phone number on a slip of paper, "I'll be here on Mondays, and Wednesdays sometimes occasionally on the weekend if I'm not busy. If I'm not here on any of those days, or if you need the stuff immediately call me on that number. Always ask for Drake first. I never what to risk my phone falling into the wrong hands because if you happen to call to say you want drugs, and some goodie college student gets their hands on my phone then they could tell. Which spells trouble for me, and you", he warned.
"I don't want trouble. I only want to play football", Tyler said. Drake narrowed his eyes, "Then don't get caught", he said.
"I won't get caught", Tyler said. Drake smiled, "Okay man", he said. "I owe you", Tyler said. "Just pay me on time, and like I told you don't get caught otherwise we're good", Drake said. Then Tyler clasped hands with his new drug dealer on their new agreement.
Trent was still in his dorm room messaging Gwen on Facebook. Their conservation had drifted from one thing to the next. He was in the middle of typing something else when Justin came into the room.
Trent looked at him, "How'd it go?" He asked referring to Justin's meeting with the editor. "Amazing", Justin said smiling. "What are you going to be modeling?" Trent asked. "Okay check this out you're looking at the new model for the cover of Charleston Magazine. They do a lot of fashion pics, and they chose me for their cover", Justin said.
Trent smiled, "Congrats man", he said. "Since I'm already a celebrity that makes them want me even more. It feels great to be desirable", Justin said with a laugh. "I'm not surprised by that", Trent said then turned back to his computer.
Justin stared at him, "Have you been sitting there the whole time I've been away?" He asked. Trent looked at him again, "Yeah I guess me, and Gwen lost track of time", he said rubbing the back of his head. "Why don't you just ask the girl to hang out instead of talking to her over the computer?" Justin asked. Trent thought about it, "I can't think of any reason really", he said honestly. "Word of advice I think spending time with a girl in person is better than talking to her on Facebook 90% of the time", Justin said as he went to go lay on his bed. Trent turned back to his computer.
Gwen was still in her dorm room waiting for Trent to message her back. A message popped up on the screen. Trent: Do you wanna hangout? The message caught Gwen off guard. He was asking her to hang out. Ever since the party they had been mostly talking back, and forth on Facebook. If they ran into each other on campus then they would talk for a while but they never really actually hung out, or spent any real time with each other.
She looked at his message, and figured he was waiting for an answer. Could she do it? Spend a whole day with him? They were already talking again, and it was no longer awkward between them so hanging out wouldn't change anything. It was just a hangout nothing serious.
Gwen smiled as she typed her reply. Gwen: Sure. She waited for his reply. Trent: Great. Tomorrow afternoon? Gwen: That's cool. Trent sent her a smiley face emoji, and sighed off. Gwen smiled to herself, she was looking forward to tomorrow.
Courtney went back to the student tutoring center. She had left the room in such a haste that she had forgotten her textbook. She was going to be so mad if somebody stole it.
She looked around the center, and found it on the same table where she had left it. She picked it up, and smiled to herself. It would have sucked if she would have had to pay for another book so late in the semester.
She turned to leave when she ran into Duncan. They stared at each other for a bit. "I just want you to know I'm gonna be ok", he said. Courtney looked at him, "I don't get what you mean", she said. Duncan pulled out a paper, "I didn't pass but I didn't miss any more questions than I did the last time. It still doesn't change the F though", he said showing her his test paper.
Courtney looked at the paper. It was pathetic, almost every single question was answered wrong. She looked at him, and back at the paper. From what she could tell he really was struggling.
"What do you need help in?" She asked. "Trig", Duncan said smiling. Courtney sighed, after their night together she had really wanted to stay away from him but as usual she kept finding herself in his presents. Now here he was asking for her help, and he really did need it. Right now it felt like she was in between a rock, and hard place. She could help him, and risk giving him the wrong idea again, or she could let him fail.
If he failed, then he could get kicked out which would mean he would be out of her life. Then again, she didn't want to see him fail, and Trigonometry was second nature to her. She could do it in her sleep.
"I can tutor you every afternoon from 2:00pm to 6:00pm except on weekends but understand this is work only. The only thing we talk about, is Trigonometry, and nothing else. I'll charge you $20 a session", she said. "$20?" Duncan questioned. Courtney scoffed, "You're lucky I charge everybody else $30", she said.
"I can pay that", Duncan said nodding. Courtney pointed her figure in his chest, "Another thing do not waste my time", she said. "I won't", Duncan said seriously. "I mean it Duncan if you waste my time I will drop you", she threatened. "I'll work hard", he said.
Courtney looked him, and saw that he was serious. Ever since he wormed his way back into her life he wouldn't leave. She told him to leave her alone, he would insist on trying to talk to her anyway. She slept with him, and he thought that met they were back together. Now he was failing a class, and she was tutoring him.
She still didn't know why she was agreeing to help him. For some reason, she couldn't let him fail. It was like a part of her wanted him to succeed, and maybe that's what it was. That reason she was agreeing to help him was just to see him succeed like she had wanted when they were together.
"As long as you're serious then we should have no problem", she said. Duncan nodded, "When can we start?" He asked. Courtney looked at him, "Tomorrow afternoon, bring your textbook, and pencils", she said. "You don't know how much this means to me", Duncan said. Courtney ignored his statement, "Tomorrow", she said referring to their session. Duncan nodded at her request.
A/N- Well there's chapter 13. Did you like it? What will happen between Duncan, and Courtney during their tutoring session? Will Trent, and Gwen get closer, or will things get awkward between them again? What do think about Tyler getting a drug dealer? Will he get caught doing steroids? Justin now has his first modeling job. Will he get to live the glamorous modeling life style that he's always dreamed of? Tell me what you think the comments. Battlefield by Jordan Sparks.