Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the ducks. . . But I can get close!

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Warnings: Yeah, there are curse words. They were somewhat vital to the situation in the story. Although there are no drugs or alcohol present in this chapter, there is implied cigarette smoking. Can you imply cigarette smoking in a story, but not actually write about puffing the thing? I dunno. Anyway, I guess you could say that there is slight sexual contact, if you call pulling on someone bra snap sexual. Again, I dunno. I'm not good at rating things, or writing warnings. . .

Author's Note I: I know this is a short chapter, but I have spent a lot of time thinking about the direction of this fic. (Which has totally changed since I wrote the first chapter.) I started this thinking it was only going to be two or three chapters long, but, now, I have big plans for it. . . Thanks to those who R&R.

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Dean Portman stood in the hallway, leaning against the lockers in a lazy fashion, with a lit cigarette in his hand. He looked straight ahead of him at the window. No, not out the window, at the window. He was spacing out. He seemed to be doing that a lot.

He was surprised out of his trance when the door to the Senior Hall came screeching open. Julie stormed out and only looked back to give the now closed door, or maybe a person behind the door, the finger. She looked pissed.

Portman watched as she stomped her way down the hall and into the girl's bathroom. He raised one eyebrow. Now he was too curious to just leave the previous incident alone. Dean had to check this out for himself.

He put out the cigarette, flicked it away, and headed towards the door marked "Ladies Lavatory". He raised another eyebrow at this.

I swear, he thought to himself. These prep schools get more insane by the second.

"Lavatory," he mused as he strutted in. Normally I would explain Dean's reaction to what he has just done, but you don't know my version of Dean Portman. He's been in the girl's bathroom so many times. . . Well, I don't want to go into details, so let's just leave it to your imagination.

Julie was leaning over the far sink, staring at, what looked to be, the drain hole. Dean took a few steps forward. Being, at most, ten feet away, Portman tried for attention by clearing his throat casually. When he got no response, he again cleared his throat, this time louder. Still no response.

This time, Dean walked right behind Julie and got the attention he craved from her in the rudest way possible. With a smirk on his face, he pulled on the back of her bra, and let it snap fiercely onto her skin. He was rewarded with a yelp of pain.

"Damnit!" Julie was hopping around, with one hand on her back. "Damnit! God, that hurt! Who the fu. . ." She stopped abruptly only to find Dean Portman doubling over with laughter. He looked like he was about to piss in his pants.

"Shit, Dean, that hurt," Julie snapped at Portman, who was trying to recover from his giggle fit. "It's not funny. I don't know why you're laughing. . ."

"Well," he said. " Of course it wouldn't seem funny to you. You were the victim." Then he added, "And don't call me Dean. . ."

"I'll call you and everyone else, for that matter, whatever the hell I want," she retorted. "Listen, what do you want? I know you didn't follow me in here just to act like an asshole. So. . .?"

Portman was surprised by the sudden change of subjects, but shrugged it off. "Actually, I came to see what all the fuss was about,"

"What fuss? I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know, you're a really bad liar." He could see straight through that innocent schoolgirl disguise.

He continued, "So, you're telling me, everyday, during lunch, you storm out of the Senior Hall, flip off the door, and come in here?" he looked around the large bathroom. "Wow. What a routine. And you do this because. . .?"

She cut him off, "No, Dean," she stressed his name for effect. "I don't think my boyfriend makes it a habit to spontaneously break up with me. In other words, for no reason. . ."

"Oh," his voice didn't reveal the slightest bit of sympathy. "So, that's what happened." If anything he sounded amused. "How lucky. . . For me, I mean."

Julie was completely confused. Wasn't he supposed to be telling her that she didn't need Scooter, and she could do better than that scumbag, or something? After all, that's how it worked for everyone else. But Dean's attitude. . . Was he implying that the break up benefited him?

"Dean, What're you trying to say?" Julie asked, slightly annoyed.

He didn't reply.

"Dean. . .?"Julie watched as he made his way toward the open door. His only response was. . .

"Oh," Julie clamped a hand over her forehead after he was out of sight, "Did he. . .? D-did he j-just wink at me!?"

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Auther's Note II: See, I told you, short chapter. Now I just have to figure out if Julie was flattered by Dean's gesture, or offended. Hmm. . . That's something to think about. Anyway, I'll be updating when I have time. * snorts * Time. I have all the time in the world, but sometimes you just get temporary writer's block and can't write. Then there are the times when I just don't feel like it. . . Adios!
-Mouschi