Hi Everyone. This is the first time I am posting on my new account, I used to be himynameisawks and this is a story that I had started like 6 or 7 years ago and I decided that I wanted to continue it. I deleted the original posting of it on my last account (to adhere to FF policy) so this is more or less the same as the 1st two chapters of the last story when it was posted on the other account, but it has been edited a bit. The next chapter that I post will be about half old writing and half new writing. If there is any suggestions or anything that you have let me know (:

Duncan Pov-

I rushed through the double doors of the Toronto Public Library. Cops will never look for anyone in a library. I don't think they know I can read. Psh.

As I pushed my weight against the glass doors, a cute little Mexican girl with short brown hair stood at the counter checking someone's books out. She took one look at me and rolled her honey brown eyes at me. Sassy. I like that. I crept to the back bookshelves and started scanning through the titles. Not that I read. That much.

This girl at the counter gives me the Hail Mary of dirty looks. She's pretty though. Her eyes met mine again, and I winked at her. Her nose scrunched up in reply. This could be very entertaining.

I picked up a book that was on display and read the back of it, trying to look like I belong.

"Can I help you?" I heard a snarky girl's voice behind me.

I turned and smirked smugly. "Nah, I'm good," I laughed. She huffed and rolled her eyes before turning around and returning to her place behind the counter. "I never caught your name," I pointed out.

"Shh!" the girl snapped. "Don't you know you're supposed to be quiet in a library?" Her voice came out in a half yell, half whisper.

I shuffled my feet as I walked up to the front desk. "So, what is it?" I rested my head in my hands and fluttered my eyelashes.

She gave me a deep sigh and gave in. "It's Courtney."

"Hm... I'd say that Princess suits you much better." I teased. "Besides, don't only old ladies work at the library?"

"I am done talking to you, I have a job to do," Courtney snapped, her voice dripping with irritation.

"Alright then, doll face, I'll just have to come back later," I winked.

"Okay, delinquent, what is it that you want?" she huffed, exasperatedly.

"I want you to go on a date with me." I answered, looking into her honey shaded eyes.

"I'd rather set myself on fire." She retorted.

"We'll see," I answered confidently.

I peeked out the window to see if there was any sign of the cops. From what I could see, there weren't any lights or cars around. Meaning, I was safe to walk home.

"See you later, Princess," I waved and went out into the sidewalk. In the corner of my eye, I swear I saw her crack a smile.

Courtney Pov:

I came into work at nine like usual. It had been a week since I had seen the guy with the stupid mohawk, so there's a plus. His eyes are captivating, I'll give him that. But me and him? Yeah, right. Anyway, I was re-shelving some non-fiction, and speak of the devil.

"Psst," a voice protruded through the bookcase. Ugh, what now? It's not like I could really leave though.

"What is it that you want now, you incompetent imbecile," I hissed through gritted teeth.

He simply held his hands up and mumbled, "Sheesh, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply. "No one did. But, for some reason, you consistently socialize with me, as if the mere fact that I am speaking to you is proof that I adore you. Let me save you the trouble, I do not. So, if you would please leave me alone, I would appreciate it greatly. Besides, I know nothing about you, other than your lack of intelligence and respect for the law and authority figures. "

"Wow, do you always insult the customers here? I get the feeling that I know you a lot better than you know me. My name is Duncan by the way, I don't think I mentioned that the last time that I had the pleasure of meeting you." He said with a smile.

"And what is it that you seem to know?" I breathed out and nearly got lost in the blue of his eyes. I was caught off guard by what almost seemed like a compliment.

"I know that you hate parties, probably. And I know that you really want to have fun, but you've had that pole shoved up your ass for far too long, and you don't know how." Duncan just gave me that dumb smirk that he always seems to have on his face.

"Go to hell," I spat out at him.

"How about I pose a deal with you?" He offered.

Oh god. This is going to end terribly. He doesn't really think this will work, right? "What do you want?" I asked as I shifted my weight.

"I'm glad you asked," An evil smile spread across his face. "I want you to come to my friend's party with me. Tonight. And if you do, and you hate it, I will leave you alone forever. I swear." He held one hand up, like they make you do in court.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Forever? No strings attached; you'll leave me alone?" He nodded, and I thought on it for a minute. "While that is an amazing offer," I sighed. "I don't go to parties. And I especially don't go to parties with random punk guys that I just met a week ago. You could be high end criminal, and I would never know," I stated flatly as I placed a book in its empty space.

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun. I promise you." Duncan flashed me his puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah, I've heard that before." I rolled my eyes at him.

"I won't let anything bad happen to you." His electrifying blue eyes held me there for a minute.

"Fine," I muttered, and then walked back to the front desk. I scribbled down my address and handed it to him. I sighed.

"I'll pick you up at six." And of course, Duncan had that smug, shit-eating grin on again.

I am definitely going to regret this.