36.
Duncan walked down the hallway with a chip on his shoulder. In his right hand was a love note from Courtney- to Justin. He knew for a fact that Courtney was in her Government class, and that was just up the stairs in front of him.
He scaled the stairs, two at a time, and angrily entered the room. Courtney, saw him and smiled, Duncan returned a sarcastic smile and looked around for Mr. Lewis, who was not there.
"What the Hell are you playing at Bitch?" Duncan wadded the note up and threw it at her, "You know, I really wanted you, now I just want you to go Fuck yourself." Duncan turned and stormed out of the room as the rest of the class turned and looked at Courtney, crying into her books.
Ezekiel, sitting near the door, got up and quickly followed Duncan out. "What the fuck, dude?"
"So Whore-tney and I stayed the night in a hotel last night," Duncan looked around.
"Right on, eh?"
"Well, Home School, it would be a 'right on' moment, except that this morning I woke up and she'd left, she told me she had class now, so I expected her to be gone, but she left her purse behind and I saw a note sealed with red lipstick."
"Dude, that's pretty hot."
"Yeah, if you're Justin."
"What?"
"Yeah, she wrote this elaborate letter to Justin about how much she loves him and all this other shit."
"Fuck man, I'm sorry, eh."
"Yeah," Duncan said walking off nearly crying, "So am I."
Heather walked over to the shredder in her bedroom and placed one of Courtney's love letter's to Duncan in it.
Forging someone's hand writing is really easy, especially when you only have to change one word: Duncan.