Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. I've been thinking a lot about the storyline, and how I want it to end and everything, and everytime I get a good idea, I want to change it. It's been kind of hectic. But, I'll try to update sooner. Um, also.. I changed the rating to T, because I can't write a lemon just yet, I'm working on them, but I'm not that good with them 'cause I've never actually experienced it. But, it'll be okay:D Enjoy..

Courtney's POV

I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. What happened last night? All I could remember is that it was pretty wild. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, then noticing that Duncan wasn't laying down with me.

"Duncan!" I called out, "Duncan! Are you home?" No reply. I started to panic. I usually don't panic this quick, it's just, I'd like to know what happened last night. I jumped up and ran to the phone. I called his cell-phone. But, it went straight to voice-mail. I closed my eyes and took a couple deep breaths. Calm yourself, Courtney. He'll turn up.. he better. My stomach started tossing and turning. My heart was racing, and I couldn't stand up straight. I had a feeling something was wrong, everyone's been disappearing lately, and I was scared about Duncan not turning up. There's nothing really TO do, but wait..

Duncan's POV

The only thing I could think about was last night.. and how I didn't wear a condom.. I got too excited and I didn't have time for one. And my 'disease'.. I'd been walking around for a couple hours, until I noticed that I was just a couple minutes from Geoff's house. I went up to his and Bridgett's house and knocked.

"Geoff!" I pounded on the door. "Geoff, open the door!" I didn't hear anything from him. I knew where he hid the key, so I grabbed it from under the mat, and unlocked the door. There he was, all curled up into a little ball rocking back and forth. The guy was still messed up 'cause of Malibu.

"Geoff?" I spoke, "Y'okay?" I stepped inside, and closed the door behind me, the house was dark, he didn't even have a light on, the only light coming in was from the uncurtained windows. He didn't answer me. He just kept on rocking back and forth, "C'mon, man, talk to me. I know you're upet, but it happens!" I'm not one of those guys to comfort people, I was never good at that.

"Easy for you to say!" He finally spoke. "You ever love someone then when you're not exspecting it have them torn away from you? You ever love someone that was murdered?" He started to bawl.

"Yes." I looked at him with hard eyes. "I know what you're going through, man." I shook my head, "But you just gotta let it go, and move on. It's not easy, no." I felt something water in my eye, but I couldn't show a sign of weakness, especially when you're trying to cheer someone up.

"It's easier said then done, Duncan. You can't just get over something like this, you might think so, but you never recover completely, the damage is still done." He stared off to space.

"They know who did it yet?" I asked.

"No. But I did get a call," He said, swallowing hard.

"From who?" I pulled my eyebrows together.

Courtney's POV.

Man, I was feeling nauseous. It was a mixture of being hungry and me just wanting to go to the bathroom and puke my guts up. I walked around the house, worrying about Duncan.

What the hell could of happened to make me feel this way? I sat down on the couch, not ten seconds later I was up and running to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet. I couldn't make puke, instead I spit up a couple times, and dry heaved a bit. I layed down on the bathroom floor, it felt cool against my face. I closed my eyes, and tried not to think about throwing up. I finally pulled myself up, I used the counter of the sink for support. As soon as I stood up, I took baby steps towards the phone. I didn't wanna be TO far from the toilet. Just in case. I picked up the phone for the second time today, and dialed Bridgette's number. It went straight to voicemail, Weird. I thought. I needed someone here to be with me while I was sick. So, I called Kelly. She's not exactly my choice in people; but I didn't know who else to call.

"Hello?" She answered."

Oh thank God, SOMEONE answered.

"Kelly!" I replied.

"Courtney?" She asked.

"Yeah, hey, will you come over here for a little bit?" I asked, feeling like I was gonna heave again.

"Why?" She asked kinda of harshly. Same 'ol Kelly.

"I'm not feeling to well, and I can't get ahold of Bridgette or Duncan."

"So, you called ME?" She asked, a little amused.

"Yeah?" I said, trying not to sound mean.

"I'm surprised. Sure, I'll come over."

"Thanks.." I said, weak.

I hung up; I sat down and asked myself, Did I really just call KELLY?

Duncan's POV

"I don't know, dude." He said, shakey. "Kind of sounded like Justin."

"Justin.. as in, Courtney's ex? Why the hell would he be calling you to tell you she's dead?" I asked, confused as fuck.

"He didn't just call me to tell me she was dead.. he called me to tell me that he killed her. And that he was going after all of Courtney's friends to get to her,"

"...He isn't getting to her though, I'll make damn sure of that. Or you, buddy. I still can't believe he'd.. you sure he isn't just saying something like this, if it was him?" I asked, a couple questions swirling around in my head.

"Why would someone be so sick to play a game like that?"

"Who would be sick enough to kill someone?"

"But, it explains why she's been.. gone.." The guy was obviously depressed, keeping this talk up is just gonna bum him out even more.

"It's okay, I'll find out more later, 'ight?" I stood up, "You gonna be okay, dude?"

"What do you think?" He put his hands over his face.

"I'll be back later," I told him while shutting the door behind me.

What. The. Fuck?

Courtney's POV

"Thanks for coming over," I smiled, as she handed me soup she'd just made.

"No problem.. so, what's going on exactly?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.

"I don't know.. ever since i woke up, I've been feeling lousy." I took a sip.

"Was it something you ate?" She asked.

"I don't think so. I don't remember anything about last night." I didn't wanna look her in the eyes. She might judge me.

"You guys didn't.. did you?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"What! No!" I argued. "At least.. I don't think.. so." I was beginning to question myself. Oh, my God, did we? I shook my head, trying to get the thought out, not that I'm repulsed by it, it's just, I don't think we're ready, and Duncan knows that.. doesn't he?

"Puh-lease, you have the GLOW." She rolled her eyes and scoffed, like she was completely disgusted by it, or.. even jealous?

"I think I would know!" I disagreed.

"Not if you don't remember!" She pointed out.

I raised a finger and I was gonna say something, but I shut up, she's right, maybe we did;

"All I remember is that I was really upset last night, I was crying, and Duncan was there.. and.." I trailed off.

"And.. you did it." She shook her head

I hissed, "Don't say it like THAT!" I rubbed my temples, I was started to get a headache, maybe inviting her over wasn't the best idea i'd had.

Duncan's POV

I was walking home, debating on weather I should tell Courtney or not. I mean, before I slept with her, I should of told her about my.. illness. She had a right to know, and.. that I didn't use a condom. She was so going to kill me. Or worse, leave me.(AN: And yes, I meant leaving to be worse then killing for his sake). I was wasting time to get there, I can't believe Justin would call and threaten Geoff? What the fuck? I swear to fucking God if that guy ever comes near her..

. . .

I finally gave in and decided to walk home; she'll be waiting for me, I'm sure she's a little confused, after all, she was out of it last night. I walked in on her and Kelly talking.

"DUNCAN!" Courtney yelled, but it didn't sound like it was a happy thing. She looked pissed.

"I'll.. just be on my way." Kelly said, slowly getting up. "Duncan.." she said, not looking my way.

"Kelly?" I was confused why Courtney would call HER out of all people, and for what reason?" She slammed the door behind her louder then she should of.

"Court.." I tried to calm her down.

"Where were you? Why haven't you called? What happened last night? Why do I feel so sick.." She kept asking me questions, and I couldn't answer them all at once.

"Courtney. I left this morning just to get some fresh air, and I went to Geoff's to see how he's doing, and found out some things. He's been terrible, when I got there, he was in the feetle position. I didn't call because I left my phone here, it was almost dead, and I really didn't think you'd freak out like you are now. Last night.. yeah, I need to talk to you about that." She eyed me.

"Why do I feel so sick?" She asked more calmly.

"Why? I don't know. That's your body, not mine. Take some medicene, don't complain to me." Okay, maybe I could of been nicer about it, but man, she yells alot.

"Don't get pissy with me!" She started to yell again, "I should be the pissy one!"

"Yes, I know, you have every right to be." I find it better to just agree with her. She's the only woman that could ever scare me.

"Damn right." She said, full of herself. I just rolled my eyes.

"We need to talk." I said.

She looked a bit scared, like I'd leave her or something. "No, no, no. Talk about last night. That's it." I slyly smiled. She relaxed a little bit and sat down.

"Okay. I'm listening." She sat up straight.

I sat down beside her. "Okay. Here goes."

Justin's POV.

"Jared?" He finally answered after several days.

"Oh-" He said, then he hung up. I was so confused, Why was he avoiding me?

Who to go after next.. who to go after next.. I already got that blonde girl. I could go for her boyfriend.. no, no. I could go for Courtney's SISTER. Ah, yes.. her sister..