Hey Guys! Hope you like this chapter. Credit goes to my beta reader, Because Love is WAY Overrated. I'm working on Prinzessin as we speak, hopefully that'll come out soon. Birthday shout out goes to Alexex :D
Have you guys seen the injustice of the Duncan and Gwen kiss? It's ridiculous, and I'm very depressed about this...
It was the quietness of the house woke me up this morning. I was so used to waking up earlier, and dealing with the chatty and squealing twins and a usually aggravated Courtney in the morning. But oddly enough, it was quiet when I finally got up.
Groaning softly, I rolled over to my other side before bumping into another scantily-clad form; the events from the previous night crashing back to me. Bolting up in a panic at first, I relaxed when I had remembered that things had cooled down. No wonder I was so glad of the tranquility; after last night's yelling and drama, the silence was more than welcomed. Smiling softly, I turned to look at my peacefully sleeping wife; sliding back down and propping myself up on my elbow so I could look at her. Chuckling, I stroked her short hair; remembering what she had said in her sleep about the dreadful style. I moved my hand down to her exposed soon-to-be-growing stomach and rubbed it with my fingers fondly.
Huh, another kid; who would've thought? I yearned for another little girl I could spoil like Alex, but a brother for Devon would be just fine too. Courtney stirring from her slumber broke me from my thoughts about my future child and I looked back at her to see her squint her eyes. She began to speak again, and I leaned forward anxiously to see what she would say about her hair this time.
"No... don't cut that much off... I'm ruined… ruined, ruined..." Courtney grumbled, her eyebrows furrowing together in a look of distress. Chuckling again, I decided to wake her up from her nightmare.
"Princess...Baby, wake up. It's just a bad dream," I whispered quietly into her ear, rubbing her bare shoulders; taking my time with the movement as I relished the feeling of her skin against mine.
"Duncan? s'that you?" Courtney asked, looking happy for a moment before the worry kicked back in and her wrinkles appeared. "Don't kick me out... I'll grow it back, I promise..." she tried to assure me and I had to let her go back to her slumber and dream whatever her mind wanted as I fought the urge to laugh hysterically. Courtney could use a lot of sleep especially since today was the big day; no more school for Princess. Boy, would she be surprised when I told her what I was about to do.
Standing up and stretching, the sound of my joints popping like sweet music of relief, I headed to the bathroom and got ready for going out. I chose my most terrifying clothes, chuckling as I pictured the reaction on the stupid clique's faces when they see me. Seeing as it was a 'special' occasion, I put in all my piercings; wincing when I had to force some of them in due to some of the holes being closed up for awhile. Exiting the bathroom, I grinned noticing that Courtney was still talking to herself. Unable to watch my wife lay mumbling in bed any longer, I sat on the bed again, shaking her slightly.
"Babe, wake up. Princess, wake up," I said softly, stroking the side of her face with a fondness it'd taken me years to develop for Courtney. Within moments her eyes fluttered open and she looked straight at me.
"Why'd you wake me up so early? You said I didn't have to go to school," she whined, flipping over to her other side and closing her eyes again. I chuckled and patted her back, letting it go.
"Just wanted to tell you I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back before you wake up again. Sweet dreams." And with that I kissed her cheek, taking pleasure in the fact that she had smiled. Hopefully she would reside with good dreams this time.
I stopped at the nursery before heading out, feeling the need to check up on my kids. It was a proud day in my books when they finally decided to take after Courtney for once and learn the art of sleeping in; doing it now every chance they got. I paused by their cribs and stared at them fondly, watching them sleep peacefully; god knows when they would ever be this quiet again. Smiling, I ruffled Devon's hair and bent over to kiss Alex's nose before exiting their room and shutting the door behind me. We'd have to buy them regular beds and split them up into two separate rooms soon; they were getting too big for cribs. Hopefully, I'd only have to be there during the set up because the last thing I want is to see Alex's reaction upon being split into a different room than her brother.
Within minutes I was in the car and driving along the freeway, drumming my fingers to the beat of the song on the radio. I couldn't focus on what I was about to do, otherwise I would surely change my mind and turn the car back around and go straight back to bed. Going back home and stripping down to curl up in bed next to Courtney certainly sounded like a very tempting offer, but I had it set in my mind to get this done and was going to follow through. Being in bed with Courtney will just have to wait until after.
Continuing to drive, I finally arrived at my destination: Courtney's high school. Wondering what I was really doing there, I headed to the main office, somehow magically knowing my way around. Guess if you've seen one high school, you've seen them all.
A middle aged woman at the front desk raised her eyebrows when I came over, assuming I was some criminal about to inflict harm on the students. If I was lucky, I would only be inflicting harm on one of them. I saw her fingers twitch towards the phone, about to call for security, I assumed, but I ran a hand through my hair and decided to relieve her of the stress.
"Who do I need to talk to if I want to pull somebody out of this school… like for good?" I asked, leaning against her desk casually. The woman raised her eyebrows at me, probably guessing the worse about me and thinking that I was doing this as some kind of prank. I'd tried doing that back when I was in high school, and it was unbelievingly funny.
"Well, that depends. Do you have any relations with the person you want to pull out? You look too young to be a father, but you could be an older brother," she mumbled, sizing me up in a way that I could have sworn felt dangerously like being checked out. This was a typical response that I heard often from adults like her… except for the whole being checked out thing. That's a new one. But many times when I'd taken the twins out, I'd gotten that response. 'Is that your little sister?' was the most common one when referring to Alex. I was used to the scolding looks I'd get when telling them the truth.
"For your information, yes, I do have relations with the person I'm pulling out; she's my wife. And also, for your information, we have two lovely children," I snapped, realizing afterwards that maybe being so ruff with the woman may not have been the best thing to do when her eyes slightly widened and her lips pursed.
There was a haughty look on her face as she spoke to me next. "Well then, I'm going to need proof, and you would have to talk to the principal. I think it would be best if your wife would come in here and complete the process herself; just for the sake of liability."
"Yeah, but she wanted me to do it for her. She isn't feeling so well today. But thanks for all the helpful advice," I said smoothly, walking past her into what I assumed was the principal's office. I waited patiently as the stubby, wrinkly old man held up a finger to me while talking on the phone. When he hung up, he smiled warmly at me; a true, genuine smile.
"Hello! Come in and take a seat, make yourself at home." As much as I wanted to, I couldn't force a sarcastic comment out of my mouth. This guy actually did make me feel welcomed, which was strange because out of all the high schools I'd ever attended, not one had made me feel this comfortable and wanted. I sat down in a plushy, overstuffed chair in front of him, as his gaze never averted me.
"So, what can I do for you? I've never seen you before, so you don't strike me as a student here," he observed, organizing some of his papers without even looking down at them. I couldn't help but raise my eyebrow at this before answering the man's question.
"Nah, I don't go here, but my wife does," I explained and his eyes lit up happily. I couldn't help but grin at this homely man.
"Is there a baby on the way, young man?" he asked earnestly, and without a joking tone. I couldn't help but appreciate this as I pulled out my wallet.
"Actually, we have three year old twins." I pulled the pictures out of my wallet and showed them to him, promptly cooing in awe. My grin never faltered during this whole conversation. But I couldn't help but wonder that if this man was the power behind the school, how did it turn out so crappy and miserable for Courtney?
"They're simply adorable..." he trailed off, trying to get me to fill in the blank with my name.
"Duncan. Their mother is Courtney, who's a student here."
"I see. Now surely you didn't come here to show me pictures of your adorable kids," the principal inquired and I sighed, leaning back in my chair a little. Courtney so owed me when I got back home.
"Ah, well, I want to pull Courtney out of the school system," I said and his eyebrows rose in confusion from my comment. Unlike I had expected though, he didn't start bitching or lecturing about how much of a stupid idea that was.
"May I ask why? And so late in the school year?" I was grateful for his concern instead of the authority he could have projected. Certainly he was much kinder to the situation than I had been to Courtney.
"She's been having a bullying problem here, and last night... it, uh, risked her health," I said uncomfortably, thinking back to how I had found Courtney in our room and feeling a shudder run down my spine as I tried to block out the images. "I don't want it to happen again, and in consideration of her health and well being, I want to take her out before it gets really serious," I fully explained, refusing to meet the man's eyes as my hands fisted in determination. I didn't want Courtney to have any more panic attacks. Who knows how long it would be before she would have to be taken to the hospital? Worst of all was the cutting, and there was no way in absolute hell that I was going to let her continue the awful habit. One way or another, she was getting out of this school; today.
"I see," the principal said thoughtfully. "Has she given consent to this?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing just a smidgen.
"Of course. I wanted to surprise her when I got back home...," I trailed off, thinking then of how happy Courtney would be. I'd surely be able to get back into bed with her if I got this over with.
"I'm afraid I can't finalize it without proof of her consent, but if you bring her here a bit later on, it'll be no problem," the man informed me and while it wasn't exactly what I had planned, I still breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing how easy the process was. And I could still surprise her, in theory.
"That's great! I'll bring her a bit later on, it'll be no problem."
"Well excellent! I look forward to seeing you both," he said, standing as I grinned and stood as well; thanking him before walking out of the office. I couldn't help but smirk at the nosy receptionist, who was most likely snooping into our conversation. She scowled and I continued to walk away, heading back to my car. Boy, Princess owed me huge.
What shocked me the most when I got home was the lasting silence that still consumed it. How could everybody still be asleep? Especially the kids! They'd gone to bed a little after eight, and now it was well over ten. They should be bouncing off the walls right now demanding pony rides or something else equally emasculating. Guess all that lack of sleep was finally catching up with them. Figuring it was better to wake Courtney first, I headed for our room.
To my surprise, she was also still sleeping, and still mumbling. Deciding to finally relieve her of the nightmares, I climbed into bed with her and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Princess," I whispered. "I'm home."
"Duncan? Don't leave me..." she mumbled, cuddling up to my chest. I chuckled and pulled her closer.
"Never," I assured her, kissing her temple as I breathed in her intoxicating scent. Having showered or not, Courtney still always managed to smell wonderful. She stayed quiet for about ten seconds before I saw her eyes flash open and look at me.
"Am I awake?" she asked uncertainly and I couldn't help but to laugh at the silly question.
"Mhm," I confirmed, rubbing her back and kissing her head again.
"How much did you happen to hear?" Courtney then asked, biting her bottom lip with worry.
"Just about everything," I said casually and her eyes popped wider. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Fantastic," she groaned, blushing as she buried her face into my neck. I kissed her head again and helped her sit up.
"You really don't like your hair, do you?" I asked, laughing when she turned red and started to sputter out nonsense. Finally she calmed down enough to sigh and tell me that she hated it.
"Then why the hell did you get it like that?" I demanded, fingering through the short strands which was all that remained of the long hair I had loved so much.
"Because a dumb bitch stuck gum in it and a cow of a hairdresser didn't know how to follow directions," Courtney muttered, shaking her hair out and running a hand through it as if just to prove to herself that it wasn't all a messed up dream.
"Lemme guess, you're going to sue the pants off of the place," I stated, not even needing to really say it like a question. I already knew the answer to it and had prepared myself to find a good lawyer.
"Damn right," Courtney huffed, crossing her arms as I chuckled and got out of bed to stretch and crack my tense back once again.
"Are the kids awake yet?" Princess asked, covering her mouth with her hand as she yawned. I shook my head no and helped her out of bed. She lazily headed to her closet and picked out a simple dress which she threw over her undergarments. I wrapped my arms around her waist and it was then she noticed that I was wearing street clothes, and piercings.
"You went out somewhere," she accused, gently jabbing a finger at my chest. I took her hands in my own and rubbed them gently.
"Yeah, it's a surprise," I whispered secretively, smiling as she narrowed her eyes at me and lightly slapped my arm.
"I don't like surprises. Now go take your piercings out; you could scare the kids, or scratch them, or even get yourself hurt," Courtney informed me and I rolled my eyes at her but all the same headed to the bathroom to take them off.
"Yes Dear, nice to know you're welcoming back the piercings so well," I muttered, wincing as I pulled out studs from some of the more sensitive piercings.
"Oh shut up. I'm making your breakfast for once so be happy if I don't poison it." Princess threatened, but I knew she would never do such a thing. It was amazing that even after all the drama she's caused last night, things could go back to normal; like flipping a switch on and off. I decided it was probably safest not to say anything and instead proceeded to take out my piercings, grumbling all the while.
"Do you want to go wake the kids up?" Courtney asked quietly from the doorway. I looked over at her and raised my eyebrows.
"Why can't you do it? I do it every morning," I suggested, muttering a swear under my breath as one of the piercing I pulled out started to bleed. This is what I get for having two wonderful kids and a gorgeous wife that makes me take out my piercings. I looked at Courtney through the mirror as she sighed and rested her head against the doorway.
"The kids are very...sensitive to changes...and..." she trailed off, running her fingers through her hair. I snorted and went back to my piercings.
"Oh come off it. They're three." She didn't respond and turned away, heading for the twins' room. I didn't see what the big deal was; clearly she was overreacting. Or so I supposed. Maybe it was one of her wacky mood swings that was driving us both insane. When I'd finished removing my piercings, I walked out to the living room where I heard a commotion going on.
"Sweetie, please. Devon, it's really me," Courtney begged, sitting on her knees in front of an upset Devon and a confused Alex.
"You don't look like my mommy! Put your long hair back on!" So this was what Courtney was talking about. Huh, maybe I should've listened to her.
"Sweetie, I wish I could, but I can't-"
"No! You're not my mommy!" Alex accused and Courtney sighed heavily, looking completely distressed and lost. I sat down beside her, putting my arm around her shoulders. "You okay?" I whispered softly, rubbing her shoulder with my thumb.
"What do you think?" Courtney muttered, looking over at her playing children with sad eyes.
"Do you want me to go talk to them?" I offered, hating to see Princess so upset especially when this was supposed to be a happy day because I was getting her out of that horrible school.
"You can, but you'll probably just be wasting your room. They're three Duncan; that means they're stubborn too," Courtney reminded me and I just laughed softly while nodding.
"Yeah well I'm great at dealing with stubborn people and convincing them to see things my way," I assured her, standing up as she gave me a look that said she didn't believe me. "I got you to go out with me, didn't I?"
As expected, this comment earned me a dirty look followed by a light slap to the calf, but an overall smile from Courtney which was all that I really wanted. With lifted spirits and determination set, I headed over for the twins and plopped myself down directly in their line of play.
"Move Daddy," Alex whined, trying to push me out of the way but failing in a very adorable fashion.
"Why? I just wanna play too," I confessed, smiling down at my children who instantly perked up.
"Wha we gonna play?" Devon asked, practically jumping up and down with excitement for something he didn't even know about. I couldn't help but laugh at this, committing this moment to memory so that I would always remember my children in this beautiful innocent stage.
"Beached whale!" I shouted before dropped onto my back with a huff. The kids automatically started climbing all over me seeing as I was defenseless, lying on my back on the ground; that was prime time to attack for these munchkins. Alex sat down on my chest while Devon worked on crawling over my legs and trying to push Alex off of me, both of them giggling like it was going out of fashion.
"Don't you kids know you're not supposed to climb on beached whales?" I grunted out as Devon's knee went straight into my gut. At this point, I'm just glad they haven't decided to crawl over anything below the belt; that wouldn't be pretty.
Alex's eyes lit up after I had made that comment and in a snap she was gone from my chest, Devon happy to keep the spot warm for her as he started bouncing on me. I laughed and helped him bounce, even lifting him up in the air a little as he squealed with joy. The joy ended real fast though when water was dumped on my face. I sputtered and coughed, wiping the moisture away from my eyes and looking up to see Alex standing over me… with an empty glass.
"I saw people do that on animal planet," she informed me and while I should have been mad since I just got water dumped on my face, I just laughed and grabbed her. Right away Alex was thrown into a fit of laughter as I started bouncing her too. Of course Devon became jealous so I made room for both of them on my chest and started bouncing them again. When I started getting tired, I rolled over with the kids still on me; cradling their heads on my hands so that they wouldn't knock them on the ground.
"Daddy what's wrong?" Devon inquired, sitting up next to Alex and watching me as I panted on my side. Taking in a few more breaths, I finally looked up at my kids before letting out a groan and falling onto my back once again; my eyes closed and tongue sticking out in a very mock dead pose. As I had expected, the twins were at my side immediately, poking me and calling for me. I just continued playing dead until a little finger poked my tongue. It was then that I sprang to life again, sitting up and grabbing a kid in each arm as they were thrown into such a powerful fit of giggles that I was kinda worried they weren't able to breathe.
"Pony ride Daddy!" Alex chanted, Devon soon joining her as they bounced in my arms.
"I'd love to guys, but this beached whale is really really tired. But I'm sure Mommy would like to go play with you guys, why don't you go make her a beached whale," I suggested before quickly looking down at Alex. "Except this beached whale gets saved by kisses," I added, smiling down at her while she just looked up at me skeptically.
"But that's not mommy," she whispered, stealing a glance over at Courtney who was just sitting with her back against the couch, looking down at her folded hands sadly.
"What do you mean it's not Mommy? Of course it is," I said sternly, defending Courtney.
"Then why did she cut off all her pretty hair?" Devon asked, looking over at Courtney with sad eyes.
"Trust me babies, Mommy didn't want to but she really had no choice. She's really sad about it too and could use some love," I told the kids and they looked at each other for a moment before wiggling out of my arms and making their way over to Courtney. Once there, they started chanting to her about how she should become a beached whale that they could save. As the twins helped lower Courtney onto the ground, our eyes met and I could see how happy she was to have her kids back. There was no verbal 'thank you' spoken, but I knew it was there; her lit up and tear filled eyes told me that.
As I got up and started walking towards the kitchen, I could hear all three of my loved ones start to laugh and it made me smile as I peeked over my shoulder at them. Alex and Devon were all over Courtney, kissing her face and arms as they chanted 'beached whale'. Looking at them, I tried to picture a third child in there too; playing right along side them.
For whatever reason, I couldn't.
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"Remind me again why I'm dressing up this nicely?" Courtney called out from our closet. I chuckled and made myself more comfy on our bed, relishing the feel of pure relaxation. God knows I would need it for this afternoon.
"It's a surprise, Babe." It was the same thing I told her all the other times she had asked and Courtney always gave me the same response,
"I hate surprises...it better be a good one."
"Trust me Darling, it i-oh, wow," I choked, seeing her step out of the closet in a form fitting black mini-dress with black stilettos to match. I hated to say it, but the bangs really framed her face with the dress and made her look years younger. I gaped at her as she stood nervously, fiddling with the hem of the short mini-dress.
"Do you like it? I wasn't sure whether I should buy it or not...," she muttered nervously, picking at invisible pieces of lint. I stood and wrapped my arms around her waist instantly, planting a kiss on her unsuspecting lips.
"You look gorgeous. Super sexy and completely bangable. In fact… I think maybe tonight..." I trailed off there, wiggling my eyebrows in a more than suggestive manner.
"Shut up," she giggled, her face red from the compliment, or the suggestion; I wasn't sure. All the same I grinned and stepped back, grabbing her bag off the dresser and handing it to her.
"C'mon, let's go." I wrapped my arm around her and led her to the front door, pausing only once to let the babysitter know that we would only be gone for a couple of hours. Once her conformation was set, we walked to the car and I held the door open for her, watching her climb in anxiously.
"Where are we going?" Courtney asked once we'd gotten out on the road and had been driving for at least ten minutes.
"You'll see." Once we reached the familiar road leading up to the school, I looked at her to catch her staring forward at it, wide eyed. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it reassuringly, only to have her snatch it away. I'd somewhat expected that, so I didn't let it bug me.
"You're joking, right?" Courtney's voice sounded dry as she asked me this, but I couldn't answer her as I kept driving. We neared closer, and closer to the school as Courtney kept looking at me with wide, terrified eyes. When I parked, I realized that tears had built up and were threatening to fall any moment.
"Sweetheart, don't cry. Trust me, this isn't what you think," I tried to assure, but she shook her head at me, betrayal obvious in her features. Oh, if only she knew what I was really planning for her.
"You... you asshole! You lied to me! You said I wouldn't have to go today!" Courtney yelled, pointing an accusing finger in my direction. While it sucked that she was so upset about it, I knew that she'd be very happy when she learned the truth so I laughed and practically dragged her out of the car. She protested and sulked the whole time, but it didn't matter; I dragged her to the principal's office anyway. Truthfully, I did feel a bit bad. It was cruel that it seemed like I betrayed her, but she would flip out when I told her the truth. This time, there was no hassle in getting to the principal's office.
"Oh hello! Duncan, how nice to see you again. Oh, and Courtney, now I remember you," the elderly man beamed, taking in her appearance. "You really are as gorgeous as Duncan claimed you were. And your kids are simply beautiful," the principal gushed, all the while Courtney looked at me in awe.
"W-why thank you," she stammered, astonished. Looking through his drawers for only a moment, he pulled out a piece of paper, which I recognized to be the paper that would get her out of this school forever. Courtney, of course, didn't recognize the piece of paper and looked at me questioningly. I simply urged her forward.
"Go on; sign the paper where your principal tells you to." She gave me one last questioning glance before she walked forward hesitantly and bent over the papers, the small scribbling the only sound in the quiet office. When she finished, the principal took the paper from her and grinned at me.
"Well, Duncan, I'm sure you want to give her the good news yourself...," the principal suggested and I nodded, smiling. Courtney turned to look at me with a confused face and I took her in my arms.
"Congratulations, Court," I whispered against her ear, practically feeling her face scrunch with confusion. "You are officially," I continued, smiling wider as Courtney started to tremble in my arms, "done with this high school." When I was done, I felt her tense in my arms before she looked up at me with wide, tearing eyes.
"Are you serious?" She asked breathlessly. I nodded and she let out a cry of joy and jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I kissed her passionately and didn't care that an old man was watching us.
"I'll give you two a couple of minutes." With that said he left the room, leaving Courtney and I to our splendor. She pulled back to look at me and gave me the brightest smile I'd ever seen on her face.
"I...I can't believe you did this," she said holding my face in her hands and stroking it gently with her fingers.
"You didn't really think that I would let you stay here for a whole week did you?" Her face flushed and I knew that it was exactly what she had thought. Courtney hugged me tighter, trying not to cry. Sometimes, she really made it difficult to deal with her mood swings.
"I...I love you so much. You're so perfect, I love you," she gushed, kissing my face all over. I couldn't help but chuckle at her lavish display of affection.
"It's all for you, Princess. I couldn't let you spend another minute in this God-awful school. Now, c'mon, let's go clean your locker out and then go to lunch to celebrate," I proposed, turning around to wrap my arm around her waist and leave the room. I caught the principal's eye on the way out and I winked at him, earning myself a smile from the man in return. Courtney kept talking about how awesome I was the whole time, much to the joy of my ego. Something told me that I wouldn't get her this happy in a long time.
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Walking out of the school, for the last time I hoped, I turned to smile at Courtney, making her beam at me in return. A box full of textbooks and notes from Courtney's locker was in my hands, not letting her carry anything as today was her special day. The walk was peaceful and silent, both of us saving our expectations and energy for the outing we were going to have in a couple of minutes.
I noticed that Courtney had stopped walking a couple of paces ahead of her, and turned to look to see what was causing her to pause. A look of distress was on her face, and I figured it to be her morning sickness-which I now realized could happen at any time of the day. I turned back and coaxed her with soft, gentle words, except she wasn't answering and she wasn't even bothering to look at me.
"Babe? What's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" She shook her head and finally turned to look at me, a look of bitterness on her face.
"Let's just go. I don't want to be here any longer." Wondering what had burst her happy bubble in a mere moment, I couldn't help but inquire. It was probably just her mood swings.
"Why? Babe, you okay?" She bitterly reassured me and stated that she wanted to leave again. Even though she was keeping her voice low, we attracted quite a couple of onlookers due to it being the student's lunch hour. Nevertheless I ignored them and kept persisting for Courtney to tell me what's wrong. I turned to follow her line of previous vision and saw a group of the typical 'prep' teenagers, not far off from where we were. Well, the prep image was mixed in with the slut image due to the way the girls dressed. A blonde one caught my eye and turned to her group, pointing and giggling. I figured they were probably checking me out, and ignored them and turned back to Courtney.
"Hey look guys, looks like the sheep finally got sheared!" I turned around and realized that it was the blond one that spoke, before the group erupted into laughter. I turned to look at Courtney, whose face flushed in utter embarrassment before tears pooled in there again.
"Can we just leave? Please?" she begged quietly.
"Aw, look she's trying to hide! Don't worry; the short look is what all the whores are wearing now! Don't you think it's suitable?" the blonde called out again, and I turned to Courtney in disbelief.
"She's not talking to you, is she?" I asked, appalled that one girl could cause so much drama. Courtney mutely nodded, asking if we could just leave again. I shook my head no and told her that I would take care of the situation, putting the text books down on the ground next to her. I briskly walked over to the clique, furious as hell. How dare someone made fun of my Courtney like that. No wonder she wanted to quit so badly. And the mood swings from the pregnancy probably didn't make the situation much better either.
"Can I help you?" the blonde bitch asked, flipping her hair. So this was the cow who had stuck the gum in my Princess's hair. The dumb bitch was probably just jealous. I wished I could attack her right then and there, but I couldn't. No matter how much I wanted to, it was wrong to hit a girl. It wasn't what I was raised to do, and it was downright cruel, but damn if it wasn't tempting to forget all about that sometimes.
"Yeah, you can. What's your problem with Courtney?" I demanded and she merely laughed harder, flipping back her hair again.
"What's yours? She's a fucking whore; it's about time she got rid of the innocent look," the girl snickered, glancing past me and at Courtney. My hands had balled into fists by then and had she been male….
"What're you talking about?" I hissed.
"You've seen her around school, the way she constantly flipped her hair and the long locks made her look so innocent. She's not. She has fucking kids, and is a fucking whore! I'm sick and tired of it, and now she finally got what was coming for her," the girl said smugly, her followers laughing behind her.
"You...you mean you were the one who made her cut her hair?"
"Of course I was. Damn bitch was always so vain about her looks. A simple call to my cousin took care of everything. She didn't expect nothing either," by this point she was no longer talking to me, but more recounting the story to her friends. "So, I called my cousin and who knew? the bitch was getting her hair done over at her salon. I tried to get my cousin to chop it all off, but being the goody goody she is, she started complaining about how she could lose her job, and blah blah blah, so she just ended up maiming her. I mean, look at the result! Her hair is gone! I'm victorious!" she cheered as I started to see red. God, I'd just about had enough of this bitch. My blood was boiling now more than ever, and I didn't even care about the 'don't hit girls' rule. Nobody messes with my princess and gets away with it. I was about to step forward when I noticed a low growling coming from behind me.
What happened next was absolutely amazing. Apparently, Court had heard every single thing this damn girl said. I don't know whether it was the mood swings, or her regular temper, but she lost it. She went straight up and socked the girl right in her tiny nose. I was positive that she broke it, recognizing the sound made, and knew it would be ruined for life. Blood spurted everywhere, but Courtney wasn't finished yet. She jumped on the girl and to say the least, kicked her royal ass. As the commotion was really beginning to heat up, I had to pull Courtney away; kicking and screaming that she wasn't finished yet.
"Court, calm down," I tried to tell her before adding on, "Do you have any gum?" She started screaming at me for being so impudent at a moment like this but dug into her purse and pulled out a stick of gum. I began to chew on the large piece and put Courtney down, walking up to the screaming and complaining girl.
"Get the fuck away! Can't you see my nose is broken!" I ignored her and grabbed a smoothie out of one of her clones' hands. I spit the sticky gum into the smoothie and promptly dumped it on the bitch's head. Perfect and true to the plan, the gum fell precisely onto the top of her head. She screamed at me, not even noticing the gum and only paying attention to the drying smoothie.
"Next time you mess with Courtney, make sure her husband isn't with her," I growled, turning to wrap my arm around Courtney's waist and walking her to the car. She remained silent, from shock or from nothing to say, I didn't know. After simply sitting in the car for about ten minutes, I decided to break the silence.
"You okay?" I asked and she nodded mutely, looking ashamed of herself.
"Are you disappointed in me?' she suddenly asked, eyes downcast.
"Not at all," I said with a small chuckle. "I'm actually quite proud of you. It's about damn time you stood up for yourself." She smiled and nodded, looking slightly smug.
"Wanna go celebrate?" Courtney stayed silent next to me before letting out a sigh and smiling up at me.
"Yup."