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Courtney P.O.V.
Tutoring Duncan, no wait. Trying to tutor Duncan, and prepare him for our upcoming exams was less than easy. It was probably one of the most difficult challenges I've come to since I have lived hereon campus. He absolutely detests learning, he is always looking around, he can not focus, and he kept sidetracking me!
Don't get me wrong, I did really like spending time with him, but I couldn't get anything done! All I got done for myself was an outline for our Western Civ. Exam, which isn't saying much. All I could do to help Duncan was help, well it doesn't matter, he didn't even want my help.
So now I'm trying to catch up on all lost study time. I have my purse swung over the shoulder of my right arm, and my brown suede bag containing my notebooks and one textbook over the other shoulder. I'm carrying my Western Civ. Textbook, trying read as much as I can.
As I walk down the hallway of my dorm, I felt a shoulder slam into mine. I tripped forward a little, and scoffed. I turn to see who was rude enough to brush into my shoulder, and then trip me.
I shouldn't be surprised when I see Heather was the one who rudely slammed into me. She scoffed, and tossed her long, thick, dark hair over her shoulder. She crossed her tiny arms over her chest, and glared at me through her brown eyes.
I spotted the gold charm bracelets on her wrist, and the sparkly long necklace that hung down. She is definitely one of the wealthiest students here on campus.
"Well?" She snapped at me.
I closed my textbook, and looked at Heather again. Her leather bag rested in her clutched hands.
"Well, what? You slammed into me." I reminded her.
Heather rolled her eyes, "So not how it happened. I demand an apology. Now." She snapped her fingers at me, "Let's go. Come on."
Who does this girl even think she is? She's like, five foot two, weighs one hundred pounds, I could snap her in half if I gave her a hug. Which I would never do because I'm repulsed by her spoiled attitude.
She's in my math class, and she always, always, tries to copy off of me. So to put a stop to it, I put my arm over my test sheet so she can't see my answers. But, Heather started catching on to my plan, and she totally disses me whenever she has the chance.
"I don't think so Heather, get bent."
"Ooh, I'm so scared." Heather pauses for another eye roll. "Just because your new boyfriend is a criminal, doesn't mean I'm scared of you."
"Duncan, is not my boyfriend, get your facts straight. We're just, we're just-
"Just what? Hanging out? Hooking up? Nice. I never pegged you as the tramp type." Heather examined her nails as my anger grew inside of me.
"Listen up," I dropped my textbook and bags, and started walking closer to Heather. "I don't know who you think you are, but I am not going to put up with your bull shit! I've been calm, I've consistently tried to ignore you, but when you bring Duncan into this, I will no longer take your crap." I narrowed my eyes to her.
I noticed Heather's jaw dropped, only a little, but I spotted it still. She rolled her eyes, and turned on her heel and began walking away. Yeah, you walk away. I smirked at my triumphant victory, and grabbed my stuff from off the floor. I continued walking down the hallway to find my room.
I pull my key out of my front pocket and slide it into the door. I push the door open, and tug the key out. I spot Bridgette up against the wall, upside down balancing her head on a pillow.
"Uh…hi?" I say closing the door.
"Hi Court! Don't mind me. I'm just meditating." She says cheerfully.
For a mediator I didn't know she could be so upbeat. I drop my book bag and my purse beside the door, and slide my shoes off. I place my shoes inside the closet, and look at Bridgette again.
"So how was the study date?" She asks.
"It was…nice." I say weakly.
"Nice? That's all?" I look at Bridgette again, who has her hands resting on the ground, while she used her upper body strength to keep her up. "Define nice." Bridgette says.
"It was nice spending time with Duncan." I close the closet door, and make my way over to the red couch. I turn to my side so I can still see Bridgette.
"But?" Bridgette waits. "There's always a but."
"But, he has the attention span of a rodent." I groan.
Bridgette laughs, and brings her legs down to stand up right. She walked over to me, and sat on the couch beside me.
"Head rush." She says, bringing her fingers to her temples. "Anyway, you like Duncan for Duncan, right?"
"Right." I agree hesitantly.
"So one little flaw, like short attention span, shouldn't be a problem."
I nod at the advice Bridgette gives me. I can't actually tell her that Duncan has like, a billion flaws. Even though they don't really seem to bother me, the more time I spend with him the less I notice them. It's like when I'm with him everything is just right, and it doesn't matter what's wrong or what's right.
But when it comes between me and my school work, we have a problem. I've been a straight A+ student since fourth grade, I always succeed, and I never settle for anything less. Apparently, Duncan does.
We 'studied' for two hours. Which really was me trying to make my outline, trying to help Duncan with his Chemistry conversions, and try to keep on task. But, Duncan kept making me laugh. He kept making me go off topic, and questioning me about the most absurd things.
Questions like, why do you try so hard? Because it's pointless if I don't try my best all of the time. Why do you care so much about what people think? Because it's ridiculous for people to see me when I'm not at my best. And finally, What's the point? I didn't have an answer to this question, because honestly, I don't know.
The point? Point to what?My parents brought Sierra and I up to be the absolute best. That's why we always took the most prestigious courses in school, why we always spend an hour a day practicing both of our instruments, why we were never casually dressed, and always dressed in earthy tone colors and dressed like we were going to church, or work.
Which, thinking about it now, an eight year old wearing a pantsuit sounds absolutely absurd.
"You're right." I agree with Bridgette. "That shouldn't be a problem."
Bridgette smiled, and climbed off the couch. "Want some hot chocolate? One of the girls who I eat lunch with, her name is Lindsay, was passing out free packets. She said something about chocolate causing major breakouts for her skin, and she couldn't have the powder." Bridgette was going through our white creamy colored cabinets, pulling out a purple porcelain glass. She rested it on the counter.
"That sounds good," I nod my head. "It gets colder each day." I wrinkle my nose in disgust.
"Seriously, I can't take this cold weather. You know I love to surf, and I miss it so much." Bridgette opens our mini fridge and pulls out the half gallon of milk, and pours some into our green mugs.
I watch Bridgette make the hot chocolate mix, and I wonder if I should tell Bridgette about my nasty run in with Heather. Bridgette whacks the silver spoon at the rim of the mugs, and drops it in or sink.
"Anything else going on?" She asks me, walking over handing me the large mug. I cross my legs on the couch, and run a hand through my hair. It has been getting longer, I kind of like it at this length. Usually it rests at my shoulders, but now it's elbow length.
"Well, I had a nasty run in with Heather today." I tell her.
"Ew! When?" Bridgette asks, sitting on the couch, facing me with her legs crossed, mirroring my position. She sipped her drink while waiting for me to respond. I take note of her blonde hair, tucked neatly in a pony tail. She changed out of her uniform, and wore her usual blue sweatshirt.
"Just now," I groan. "She verbally attacked me." I roll my eyes, thinking of Heather's words and sharp attitude. She definitely needs an attitude adjustment. What I would pay to see to have her head shaved, I smirk at the thought.
"So what happened?" Bridgette asks.
"The usual, Heather tries to make my life miserable within each way possible because I still refuse to let her copy off of my math tests, quizzes, assignments, and the usual." Bridgette rolls her eyes. She shares the same math class as Heather and I, so she knows how it is.
"She is so spoiled, I can't wait to see her crash and burn. It'll happen one day, I know it." Bridgette says a matter-of-factly.
"Oh yeah, how?" I ask amused, and take a sip of my hot chocolate. Good stuff.
"Karma." She says simply. "What goes around comes around."
Bridgette is totally connected with nature and the universe. Her mom is her best friend, they're both vegetarians, and are always taking care of mother nature. What I love about Bridgette is she always has a suitable answer for everything, and looks at all things from both sides. She's a good friend.
"I hear that." We knock our mugs together while saying, "Cheers!"
I stare at the liquid swirls in my drink, and watch the pattern form.
"Court?" Bridgette speaks up, sounding hesitant.
I look up, "Is there anything else?" She asks.
"Well," I bite my lip. "Heather did say something that has been tugging at the sides of my brain ever since we ran into each other."
Bridgette doesn't say anything, she waits for me to go on. Another thing I love about Bridgette, she doesn't dig or pry for information, she just knows when something is up, and doesn't expect me to go on about it.
"She called Duncan my boyfriend, and when I denied it, I couldn't come up with a word that describes what…what we are. I couldn't even think of what we are. What are we?" I look to Bridgette for the answer, clearly she didn't know either.
"I don't know, Court. I guess everyone just assumed that you guys were, that you guys were…" She trailed off. That we were what? Bridgette exhaled, and took another sip of her drink. "I guess we all assumed you guys were boyfriend and girlfriend. I mean you both were aware of your feelings for each other before, right?"
"I guess." I shrug.
"And you guys have been on dates before, right?"
Dates? As in plural? I don't think we've ever been on one date. What are the components of a date? God, I wish I had my Google search engine open about now.
"Uh…."
"You haven't been on a date with him yet?"
I shake my head. "Oh, wow. I guess I just assumed…again." Bridgette sipped her drink again. "Foot in the mouth." She said with a light chuckle.
"Maybe you should talk to him," Bridgette says after a minute. "Find out where you stand with him."
"I could do that." I consider this for a minute. It sounds easy, in theory. But, nothing ever comes easy with Duncan. I've been noticing this with each day.
Bridgette's cell phone starts chirping, she puts her mug down on the coffee table, and pulls it out of her front pocket of her sweatshirt. "It's Geoff, I'll be right back." Bridgette gets off the couch, and walks into the hallway to take her call.
I stretch my legs out on the couch, and place my mug on the floor, contemplating on what to do. I don't want to let Heather get inside my head. But, now I can not help but wonder. Duncan and I have not even had like, a real date before. Which does not make the situation anymore easy.
Unless you count that time where he showed me the waterfall. But, that doesn't count. I didn't like him then. Yeah, you did. You liked him when you first saw him on the train. Admit it. I roll my eyes, and scoff at my thoughts. I don't know what I'm talking about.
If I ask Duncan what he thinks we are, it might make things worse. He might freak out a little, and ignore me. I mean if I don't know, how would he know? Boys are stupid. Maybe if we set up a date, this would make things less complicated.
Sure we kiss, and we hang out…but it's not the same as being official. Exclusive. I pull my cell phone out of my pocket, and slide the screen open, and scroll through my contacts. I click Duncan's name, and click 'Send New Message'. The format for a text message appears, and I decide whether I should text him to set something up, or not.
Isn't it the guys responsibility to set up dates? Sheesh, I do not need this sort of stress. I slide my phone shut, and close out of the message. I drop my phone carelessly on the ground, and close my eyes.
I should not be stressing. I should not be freaking out. The only thing that should be on my mind right now is studying for exams. I grunt in disgust, and get off the couch. I pick up my mug, and my cell phone and start walking over to my desk.
I guess I should start making another study guide for my classes. I dump the remains of my hot chocolate in the sink as Bridgette enters the room, smiling from ear to ear.
"Geoff is the best boyfriend, ever." She squeals.
Her face is glowing, it's nice to see her this happy.
"Why, what happened?" I ask, grabbing my textbooks from my book bag.
"He got me my job back at the library!" She says excitedly.
"Get out! How?" I try not to drop my jaw. Spotting a unicorn on campus was more likely to happen than Bridgette getting her job back. She told me about the details of the conversation she had with the librarian about getting fired, it was pretty harsh.
"Geoff talked with the main librarian, her name is Rebecca. She was the one who's decision it was to let me go, but she had Denise, the librarian who works here on the week days do it for her, which is so crappy. Like making someone do someone else's dirty work?" Bridgette rolls her eyes. "Anyway, he convinced her to give me another chance! He told her that I was not connected with the party whatsoever, and that I was not even there! Then he tried to convince her that the party was some senior's idea. I guess it worked, and now I have my job back!" Bridgette giggled, excitedly.
"That's great news, Bridge!" I sit at my desk, and watch her climb up the ladder to her top bunk, and fall back. "I know! I'm so happy to have Geoff, seriously. He's amazing." She gushed.
I turned around, and cracked open my book. And I couldn't help but think, I wish I had someone amazing.
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