Dun Dun DUH! Courtney and Duncan seem to have lost their minds! THEY FRICKEN PRACTICLY SPLIT UP!!! All of you must be like

"NOOO! They can't split up! It's a DxC fic, so they have to get back together, right? Right? RIGHT?!"

Wrong! I have some tricks up my sleeves, so prepare for (hopefully) a shocking chapter!

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No one's POV.

Courtney and Duncan stormed off in different directions, as mad as ever.

"And you can forget about ever calling me! Cause I won't EVER give you my number!" Courtney called.

"You don't have worry about me calling you, cause even if I had your number, I would never call it anyways!" Duncan yelled back.

"Ugh! I don't know what I saw in you! You can rot in prison for all I care!"

"Whatever."

Courtney walked over to Chris, looking as if she was going to murder someone.

"Ah Courtney. I expect that you have finished cleaning?" Chris said, removing his shades.

"Right. Yes Chris," Courtney sighed.

"Courtney... You seem troubled..." Chris noted, with ACTUAL concern.

"NO! I mean yes! I mean, why are you asking me?" Courtney exclaimed.

"Well, behind this charming, charismatic, beautiful, humble--"

"HAHAHAHAHAAA!!! Oh, wait, you were serious...?"

Chris glared at her.

"Do want help, or not?"

"Yes," Courtney replied.

"Okay, I can see that you and Heather are TOTAL shoe ins for the finals. Buuuuuut... If you and DUNCAN were the final two... It would be great for ratings!!! So you two should make up, or make out, which ever one you prefer, and then... Break up with him when you two win the challenge!!"

"So, you're telling me, that you will 'make sure' that Duncan and I win the challenge and go to the finals, and that we should make up again, just so I can break up with him, for ratings...?!"

"Nooooo... Not at all...! Well, yeah..."

"No way!! I may be mean, but I'm not heartless!"

"I thought you might say that. You'll do it, unless you want me to show this to your little Dunky-wunky..." Chris said, pulling out a DVD player.

"What-the--"

A girl with chocolatey hair and mocha skin that was about 12 or 13, sat on a park bench with a boy the same age. They were looking into eachothers eyes.

"Gosh Courtney. This has been the best summer vacation of my life," he said.

"Mine too." Courtney replied.

"I have something to ask you. After camp, will you promise to not to fall for anymore bad boys? I won't be able to save you like this time."

"I swear. I don't know what I was doing... Why can't all boys be like you?"

"Because, if all boys were like me, you wouldn't be MY girlfriend."

The boy grabbed Courtney's hand.

"You're right."

The two of them started to kiss.

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"...Orchestra camp, 3 summers ago... Drake..." Coutrney said, remembering. "How does this have anything to do with anything?"

"Well Courtney, with editing powers like mine, you can get awesome results..." Chris taunted, putting a new disc in the DVD player.

Courtney and Trent were sitting at the end of the Dock of Shame, with their feet in the water.

"Gosh Courtney... You are the bright spot of this crappy camp." Trent said. Courtney blushed. "I have something to ask you. After this is over, will you promise not to fall for anymore bad boys? I won't be able to save you next time."

"I swear. I don't know what I was doing... Why can't all boys be like you?" She asked.

"Because, if all boys were like me, you wouldn't be MY girlfriend."

Trent grabbed her hand.

"You're right."

They start to make out.

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"Duncan will never believe you!" Courtney exclaimed.

"Wanna bet?" Chris smirked. "Why are you so concerned about him? As we speak, he's off hitting on Heather."

"Yeah right."

"Okay... You asked for it."

"Duncan, you need to go away! I'm busy!" Heather yelled.

"Why don't we get busy together, hot stuff?" Duncan said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Heather rolled her eyes.

"If I kiss you, will you go away?"

"Depends. Is it a sucky kiss on the cheek, or am I entitled to some tongue action?"

"You are sick, twisted, and completely annoying!!! I like the way you think."

They start making out.

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Courtney's POV.

I became wide eyed. I fought my urge to go tear Duncan limb from limb. But the urge to rip Heather's hair off her conniving little shallow pin head was a different story. I stomped off into the kitchen, to find Heather pinning Duncan against the wall.

"So it is true!" I yelled.

Okay Courtney, let's not be too hasty--

Quiet inner self! This is the LAST straw!!

We're in the kitchen, I'm sure there are some more in the--

Not what I meant!!! Heather has hurt me, Gwen, and everyone for the LAST time!!!!!!

"Courtney?" Duncan questioned.

"Courtney..." Heather spat.

"Heather." I said with the same amount of venom in my voice. I marched right up into her face. "You think you're all that, and the world revolves around you... Well reality check! IT DOESN'T! I have had it up to HERE with you! You're a conniving low life scum sucking heartless backstabbing bossy manipulative traitor! And it's time to de-throne the queen of mean!" I screamed, and yanked her by the hair. She clamped onto my shoulders digging her freshly manicured nails into my shoulder blades. That hurt a lot. I did my best to hold in my yelp of pain, but obviously she heard it.

"Aww, does Miss Crazy in Training have a boo boo?" She cooed, mocking me. I glared at her than scratched her across the face.

"Aww, does Miss Underhanded She Witch have a boo boo?" I replied. She gave me a death glare, then tackled me. I hit the back of my head on the table before colliding with the ground. My vision was blurring, but I held a grasp on reality.

"Girls! Stop!" Duncan yelled.

"Stay out of this Duncan," I warned.

"Yeah, we're only fighting over you!" Heather added, hitting my in the stomach. I may be a bit out of it, but Heather is too. Bonus! We continued to take whacks at eachother. It seemed to go in a pattern of her taking a severe blow, then me. Heather, me, Heather, me. I clamped onto her throat, and she grabbed mine. She was on top of me, so she had the advantage. She kept lifting my head off the ground, then banging it on the rock hard floor. I tightened my grip on her throat. I heard someone run in.

"What's going on?!" They exclaimed.

"I don't know...! Go help Courtney!" Duncan replied. I could barely see anymore, but I could reconize the person who helped get Heather off me from a mile away. The teal highlights... Gwen. She grabbed Heather, and shoved her against the wall, while I think it was Duncan who picked me up.

"Let me go! I still need to go set Courtney in her place!" Heather called from across the room where Gwen had isolated her.

"Ha, I'd like to see you try! Duncan, let me go! I have to get her back! I DEMAND THAT YOU LET ME GO!" I shrieked as he carried me out of the mess hall, and into the girls cabin.

"Okay Courtney, what's your deal?! Why did you maul Heather?!" He asked.

"Why did you make out with her behind my back!" I yelled.

"What?!"

"Don't pretend it wasn't true! I saw you in the video, and I saw her pinning you up against the wall!"

"Why don't you go kiss your perfect boyfriend Trent!"

"That's not what happened! Chris edited that video! It was from Orchestra Camp 3 years ago!"

We just stared at each other for a moment.

"Don't you realize, that you're the only guy for me, Duncan?" I whispered. We hugged. "But I think we need to break up... Every single time we get close, we break apart! It's like we take one step forward, and two steps back!"

Duncan looked down. His expression perked up.

"Wait a second... I haven't asked you out yet... So technically, we can't break up since we haven't actually dated yet. That's what's wrong with us!" Duncan exclaimed. I raised an eyebrow. Where exactly was he going with this...? He got down on one knee and grabbed my hand. I widened my eyes.

"Duncan, what're you--"

"Courtney Jocelyne Labella, I have had the most awesomest summer ever with you. We laugh, we fight, but just being with you has made me a better person..." Duncan said.

"Duncan! Seriously! What are you--"

"Courtney, will you marry me?"

My jaw dropped. Like on the floor. If it was physically possible to let your jaw hit the floor, that's where it would be... Duncan let go of my hand, then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! You should of seen the look on your face! I just wish it was all caught on camera! Oh wait, it is!" Duncan chuckled.

"DUNCAN! THAT WAS SOOO NOT FUNNY!" I screamed.

"Oh yes it was! You were all 'Omigawd Duncan is sooo sweet I can't believe he asked me to marry him'" Duncan mocked, before making kissy face. I threw a pillow smacking that look right off of his face. He picked up the pillow and whipped it at me.

"Hey!" I yelled, before grabbing pillows and whacking him with them. Duncan tripped and fell on top of me. We stared blankly at eachother for a moment. He got up. Wait, no witty remark about the sudden closeness of us? No teasing? No kiss? NO NOTHING?! He stuck out his hand for a hand shake. I took it.

"Friends?" I asked. He smiled, and nodded. Wait, he's agreeing?! NO! This is not what I want...! But I promised myself I'd win this competition...

No one is gonna stop me

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Sorry that took so long but I have bad news... I was searching for info for my geography homework and the site I was on GAVE MY COMPUTER BAD VIRUSES!!!! Now I can't do anything on my computer! It locked all my files... The good news is it didn't corrupt them so I still had access to this one and I could upload this. I wasn't finished so I wrote it on FF. Next chapter will take a while, sorry. If I have the time to do it, I will. Also, if anyone knows how to remove viruses, or where to get them removed, feel free to tell me! (We don't have antivirus software cause we can't afford it right now)

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