Author's Note: I forgot to sat this in the previous chapter, but in the story, it dose not parallel with the game show. Total Drama Island never existed. Just wanted to clear the air on that part.
"Courtney ..."
"... What did you just call me?" The girl ask. She looked at Duncan with wide-eyes, and her eyes were shaking. "How—how do you know my name?"
That was all Duncan needed confirmed. "Oh my god." He covered his mouth, feeling like he could throw up right now. "You're alive," he said through his mouth, that was still covered my his hand.
Duncan could tell that 'Courtney' was about to say something. But, an arm suddenly wrapped around her shoulder. Just like how Duncan use to do. "Is everything okay?" A male version ask.
"Uh ... yeah. Just—" Courtney stutter her words, trying to come up with an excuse. Duncan knew that she was bad lair.
"Everything is fine." Duncan decided to come up with an excuse, since he is a good lair at time. "I was walking from my work place and suddenly, a door just swing at me and I feel down." Okay. Maybe this wasn't an excuse after all.
"Are you okay?" The male ask. "Do you need help or anything?"'
"There is no need; I'm fine, no need for you to call help. Now, excuse me, I have to head back home." Duncan walked past by Courtney and the mysterious man—as much as he wanted to turn around and look at her, he couldn't. And why did Courtney pretend to not know him?
He needed answers, that for sure.
"Whoa? What the hell happened to you?" Geoff ask when he saw Duncan coming in through the front door. "The expression on your face is telling me that you saw a ghost"
"Because I did." Duncan threw his bag on the chair by the table and collapsed down on the couch, next to Geoff. "I saw her ... I saw Courtney."
Geoff Almost jumped out from what he heard. "What!?" He ask in a shocking voice. "Are you sure?"
"Well she did say, "how do you know my name?"" Duncan sarcastically answered back to Geoff question.
"Okay, first off. You need to chill; second, there are others in this word who are named Courtney," Geoff said.
"I know that ... now, tell me? Dose every Courtney looks the same?" Duncan said.
"Okay. Okay." Geoff need to process this. "Just tell me what happened."
Duncan told Geoff what happen.
"I see ..." Geoff rested his head back on the reclined chair. "I don't know what to say, man? It looks like she pretending not to know you?"
Duncan glared at Geoff. All though he isn't wrong; there was a possibility of that.
"You're right," Duncan said. "I need to find answers before I assume things."
Geoff got up. "Whatever, man. Just don't involve me in this mess ... I'm heading out." And left the apartment while Duncan was still sitting in his chair.
Courtney was sitting in her vanity, with lightbulbs that were lighting. She picked up her de-tangler brush and began to brush her brown locks. Courtney saw the glance in her face. She couldn't stop rewinding of that event, who was he? And how did he know my name, Courtney thinks.
"Are you okay?" Courtney felt a kiss lay on top of her head.
"Yeah ... why?" Courtney ask, looking at her fiancé.
"You've been acting wried for the last few hours," her fiancé said. "Is your head starting to hurt?"
"My head is fine, John. Just—I'm bit shaken up. That's all," Courtney replied back. That was only partly the truth. She couldn't tell him the other half.
"I think you need to get checked; the doctor said when your head is hurting, you shouldn't be ignoring that," John said.
"I said I'm fine; my TBI isn't the problem (Author's Note: TBI is 'Traumatic Brain Injury'), John." Courtney got up from the vanity. "Tomorrow is a long day; I'm going to bed." She walked towards the bed and down-feather light blue colour duvet covers, and climbed right in.
Courtney then suddenly felt the duvet cover being pulled up, covering her. "I'm sorry," John whispered. "I have some work to do; I'll go to bed later. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Courtney mumble as she heard John walk out of the room, flicking the lights off in their room.
After Courtney paid the cab driver, she walked inside a restaurant. Not a fancy one, but a casual one.
"Over here."
Courtney walked to the table where her dearest friend, Bridgette was sitting down. "Sorry to keep you waiting; traffic was awful."
"I just arrived here, so no worries on that part," Bridgette said.
Courtney pulled out a chair and sat down; a moment later, a waitress came by and gave them both the menus. After taking their order, they began to chat.
"How are you feeling?" Bridgette ask.
Courtney glared at her best friend. "John told you, didn't he?" This wasn't a surprise to her.
"He was just letting me know in case," Bridgette reinsure. "That was it. Okay."
Courtney bit her lip, while her fingers tapped against the light-brown oak table. "Hey Bridge? May I ask you something?"
"You know you can, Court," Bridgette said.
Courtney took a deep breath and said, "what I am about to say, you tell John. The person who I bumped into last night, he knew my name. And the way he looked at me? It was like I was a ghost or something?"
"Oh, Court ..." Bridgette felt bad for her friend. "Maybe, he was someone you knew?"
"To be honest, Bridge? I'm not sure? Like, there is slight a possibility I might've knew him before my accident? Other than that, no? He definitely isn't the type who would go a top prestigious University. And definitely not Law School," Courtney said.
The waiter came back with their order.
"Anyways ..." Courtney took a bit of her burger. "How your new beau?"
"Well ... I don't want to jinx it, but I'm starting to really like him," Bridgette said a smile.
Courtney felt happy for her. "Bridge, that's great."
"Thanks, Court," Bridgette replies. "I just hope it may turn like you and John."
"Comparing your relationship to mine isn't healthy, Bridge."
"I know. I just—never mind."
Courtney retrieve her cell phone. "Hello," Courtney said. "I'll be there soon ... I have to get back to work."
"That's okay. I also have to head back soon," Bridgette said.
Courtney pulled her wallet out and paid for her meal; as she was walking out of the restaurant, she called for a cab.
Duncan grabbed his dirty laptop and opened it. He brushed off the crumbs off of the keyboard and opened up Google search. The first thing he typed was Courtney Anderson, to see if her image would pop up—and it didn't. He always knew that she wanted to become a lawyer. Not sure what type, though.
"Damn it." He slammed his hands against his keyboard, from the frustration he was dealing with right now.
Then, an idea came to his head; his fingers typed as fast as they could, until the name Conway Anderson popped up. And there it was, Courtney father popped up—however ... "What the?" The arrow clicked an article, about nine years ago. Duncan couldn't believe what he was reading.
"Oh my god ..."
Arthur's Note: They will meet again. Hopefully in the next 1-2 chapters, I'm trying to build it up.
