Life for Rent
A Total Drama Island Story
A/N: The second tutoring session, not that different from the first. Hehe. I love keeping you guys on the edge. Also, for those of you who want to know, I have read Twilight, and I took the name Jessica Stanley for this, so yeah…I admit it…
Disclaimer: I don't and never will.
Courtney's POV:
Around six, when I walk into Duncan's so-called 'neighborhood', a drunken guy is sitting on a porch two doors down from Duncan.
"Hey sweetheart, care for a sip?" he rambles, holding out a wine bottle dizzily.
I ignore him and hurry onto Duncan's.
The parole officer, John, is on the floor, fast asleep, wearing bunny pajamas. I give him a wide berth.
Duncan opens the door to his room. He's not drunk, thank God.
"How'd you afford that?" I say offhandedly, pointing to a new flat screen TV set up on the wall in his room.
"It was a present," he says, mirroring my tone. "Rich aunt in Mexico."
"Ah," I say. "Well, we better get started."
I open up my backpack, only to find just a notebook.
"Crap, I forgot my textbook," I say, opening all the extra pockets.
"So, princess forgot something? We knew she'd crack eventually," he laughs.
"Get over it and bring me your textbook," I snap.
"Fine," he answers, taking his blue textbook off of his desk.
"Well, do you want to finish algebra, or should we do chemistry?" I ask, flipping through the pages.
"Chemistry," he replied quickly. He sits down next to me and puts his hand on my leg.
I assume it's a comforting gesture, so I let it go.
"Where should we start?" he smirks, moving his hand up my leg.
"Stop that," I snap, shoving his hand off me once I realize that the gesture wasn't meant that way at all.
"Play it your way, princess," he says. "What time do you have to be home?"
"Who wants to know?" I say suspiciously.
"Me," he says, like 'duh'.
"Nine-thirty," I say.
"Do you get tired early?" he says.
"Why?" I ask. "Does it matter?"
"Yes," he answers.
"I don't get tired that early, most of the time, unless I'm putting up with something or someone that's really trying," I say, hinting heavily. He just smirks.
For several hours, Duncan continues to attempt to touch me, I push him away, and basically, little studying gets done.
"That's it!" I explode. "I'm going home right now. You don't seem to be very intent on studying."
"Oh no, studying is my life," he says, laughing.
"See?" I say. "That just proves how undedicated you are!" I begin to stuff books in my bag.
"Wait, Courtney," he says, sobering.
I'm surprised, I stop packing my books. "You called me my name again."
"Whoa, sorry, must be losing it," he says. "You can lock me up in the Crazy Can when we're finished studying."
"Yeah, 'studying'," I say, drawing quotations in the air with my fingers. "I'm trying to teach you, you're goofing off."
He studies me for a moment. "Fine. Leave if you want."
"Thank you," I say, surprised into exasperation.
"But you should have a drink first," he says, then registers my expression. "Not that kind, like, water. Do you want some water? It's hot out."
I narrow my eyes suspiciously. "You better not spike it," I say.
"As you wish," he smirks, heading downstairs. I temporarily set down my bag and sit on his bed.
He comes back with a glass of water. "Here."
I take it, look at it carefully, then take a drink.
He leaves the room.
Duncan's POV:
Okay, I did spike it, but not with alcohol. With a sleeping draught.
As expected, when I walk back in, her bag lays forgotten on the floor, and she's fast asleep.
I examine her while she's asleep. All the worry on her face has drained away, she seems to be completely free of burden, at least in her dreams.
I really don't know why I did that. I've always wanted to see her while she was asleep, but no way she was going to fall asleep in front of me on her own will.
I check the clock. It's nine-ten, so I try lifting her up in case her parents freak. She's really light. Then I realize the only form of transportation I have is John's motorbike. If she's really deep in sleep, she'll fall off and get run over. I can't have that, so I just set her back down on my bed.
Even though she doesn't take up much room, I'm not going to sleep next to her. How perverted would that be?
I sigh, take and extra pillow and two blankets from my closet. One blanket on the bottom, one on the top, and the pillow. I take my shirt off and lie down.
So it's not very comfortable, but oh, well. It's going to be fun to see how she reacts when she wakes up.
A/N: What can I say? I'm really good at cliffhangers.