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Duncan skulked into his bed, and pulled his sheets up over his face. DJ walked in and plunked down on the bed across from Duncan's.
"Hey man, don't worry about Courtney... she's just…" DJ fumbled with the words.
"She's just… what?" Duncan said from under his protective sheet covering.
"She's just a girl, man. You see in nature…"
"Frankly DJ I don't really give a fuck about what happens in nature." Duncan rolled over and got up. "I've got to go… you know, clear my head."
Courtney sat in the bathroom sobbing; an empty pint of Ben and Jerry's sat at her feet. Gwen, Bridgette, and Leshawna stood outside the door, trying to comfort her.
"Come on, Courtney, if he's going to freak out so much about you leaving a date early-" Bridgette said comfortingly.
"Y-You don't under-er-stand, it's not th-that… it's the note!" Courtney cried back.
"What note?" Gwen asked.
"The note he threw at me… I had it in my purse and I was going to give it to him later," Courtney said, "When he had class I would sneak it into his bedroom."
"Aww, girl, that's sweet… too sweet for that bastard."
"But the note he threw at me was addressed to Justin!"
"Geez, why would you write a note for Justin?" Gwen said looking up.
"I DIDN'T!!!" Courtney yelled, opening the door, "I wrote it for Duncan but… some one must have changed who it was addressed to."
"But who would do such a thing?" Bridgette asked, but then they all stopped and looked around at each other, knowing exactly who would do that.