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"I need to get home", I sprung up into standing position and started searching in the darkness for my bag.

"Princess, take it easy", Duncan said and stood up as well. He extinguished the fire quickly and pulled something from the ground. He reached his arm out to me and through the meek light in the forest I saw he held my bag in his hand.

"Thanks", I snatched the bag from him and looked down at my feet, feeling embarrassed by the sudden panic I had shown.

"Don't mention it, sweetheart. Now let's get you home", Duncan answered and started walking through the woods again. We walked in silence the entire way back to the road, he didn't try to touch me again, he said nothing about me needing to relax, no smart-ass comment at all. I didn't know if I enjoyed the silence or if it bothered me. Once we trespassed back over the same yard as before he finally turned to me.

"You have a curfew or something?" He asked, which was not what I had expected at all. Something sexual or teasing, sure, but not asking about my home rules.

"Oh, uhm, not really", I shrugged and readjusted my bag that was almost falling off my shoulder. Duncan simply nodded in response and started walking. To my surprise he was walking the right way, maybe he just remembered which way the school was and assumed correctly that I did not live at school. I took a few quick steps to get back beside him, he was walking slowly and continued his silence from before. It took us four more minutes to walk to my house. It was a regular sized two-story-building with a fence marking out our entire yard, an automatic gate had been installed to let my dad's car come and go easily. Beside the big automatic one was a smaller one to which you needed a key, we all had one, except for my little brother since he was still too young. I fished the small key out of my bag and turned the lock on the gate, popping it open with only a slight push.

I turned back to Duncan, seeing him standing there in the light from a streetlamp, a look on his face that was completely out of character, made me question everything about these hours we just spent. I knew he liked breaking rules, or maybe he just didn't like following them, but something felt off. I hadn't noticed the tension he exuded until we started walking out of the woods, but I hadn't been bothered by it until now.

"Why aren't you home?" I asked without thinking, I mentally kicked myself for wondering, private lives were supposed to be just that, private. The delinquent before me simply shrugged in response and put his hands in the pockets of his pants. I took a step closer to him and tried meeting his eyes, but his gaze was firmly locked to the ground.

"Maybe I don't want to go home", Duncan finally responded and looked at me, smirking. I sighed loudly and rolled my eyes almost automatically, of course he couldn't be serious. "Maybe I want to see where the night takes me." This time when he spoke he took a step closer to me and gently stroke my bare arm, everything still with a smirk on his face. Just like last time we were this close my foot launched forward on instinct and hit his shin once more.

"Shit, woman! You need to stop kicking me", Duncan yelled and held his shin with both hands.

"Will you shut up, you're going to draw attention to us", I whispered loudly, like they do in stage plays when they want to share a secret with the last row.

"Drawing attention? Me?" He yelled again, this time letting go of his leg and broadening his arms out to his sides. I could see in his eyes that he was joking and trying to get a fit out of me.

"Shut up", I repeated more loudly and tried smacking his hands down.

"Shut up? Shut up?! You're the one that need to calm down, woman!"

"Okay fine", I closed the space between us and covered his mouth with my hand while the other flew behind his neck as support, dropping my bag in the process. "Will you, please, be quiet?" My voice was strong and I was pleasantly surprised at how sturn I sounded. He nodded and I could feel his lips turn upwards under my hand, knowing Duncan he was probably smirking. My eyes searched his for even a glimpse of honesty before I released my grip on his head.

"If you let me come inside for a bit", he said as soon as his mouth was free again.

"No way", I said and crossed my arms. Immediately Duncan took a deep breath, preparing to start yelling again. "Okay, okay, you can stay for five minutes." He smiled triumphantly and strolled passed me, walking straight through the gate and towards the door of my house. Annoyed I picked my bag up from the ground and followed him, making sure to close and lock the gate behind me.

"Your folks home?" Duncan turned to me and pointed over his shoulder at the completely pitch black windows.

"I don't think so. Dad always comes home late on Fridays, poker night or something like that. Mom and Will is in Toronto." I answered, but double checked the garage windows for any sign of a car just to be sure.

"What's in Toronto?" Duncan asked as I unlocked the front door and gestured for him to walk in first.

"Grandmother." I didn't want to go into details about Toronto. Grandmother was sick and mom dragged Will to see her one last time. Dad had stayed because of his firm, at least that's what he had said to my mother and me. I walked in after Duncan and my eyes directly found a note on the rail of the staircase in our hallway. I walked quickly to it and snatched it before Duncan could find and read it. 'Conference all weekend, food's in the fridge. /Dad'.

"All weekend, huh?" Duncan said behind me, I hadn't noticed him sneaking up and reading the note over my shoulder. All weekend meant something completely different to him than to me, his comment was made with a big simper. Without hesitation I crumbled up the piece of paper and walked in the kitchen, throwing the note away in a nearby trashcan.

Walking over to the fridge and got us each a can of soda I answered, "Yeah, guess so," and threw one of the cans to him. He cracked it open as soon as he caught it and took a big gulp of the content. I leaned on the kitchen counter and followed his lead by taking a sip of my soda.

"So maybe I don't have to leave", Duncan smirked at me and put down his can on the counter behind me, stroking my naked arm with his in the process. He stood close to me and his scent hit my nose once more. His body spray smelled slightly of lavender, a nice contrast to the scent of the smoke and gasoline that was etched in his clothes.

"Yes you do, I have homework and preparations to do", I answered and furrowed my eyebrows, putting down my can beside his.

"I can help." Duncan's voice was low and sultry, probably trying to seduce me. Well that was simply not going to happen! I could beat him any day in anything, even in a game of seduction.

"Sorry, none of my homework is illegal", I snorted at him, but didn't move from my spot. His smell was almost intoxicating and I started to understand why girls didn't turn him down. Wait, no, I didn't understand. I was not attracted to this ogre in front of me.

"I'm an expert in more than one area", he breathed and leaned forwards, our noses almost touching. His right arm took support from the cabinet over my head and his left hand was making small traces along my arm. In that moment I pushed everything aside, all the hatred for his habits, all the expectations I had on myself and all thoughts about what our peers would say. In that moment I wanted to throw my arms around him, I wanted to let all my restraints go and let my instincts guide me. But just as I was about to do exactly that, give in and kiss his stupid lips, he turned away from me and started walking towards the door.

"Should probably head back home", Duncan said and opened the front door without waiting for an answer. His can still half full standing on my counter.

"Wait", I exclaimed almost too desperate. He turned and smirked at me. Before giving him any sort of idea I reached for his soda. My restraints came rushing back and I realized what I had almost done. Never again! Never again would I let him get the better of me. He was not my type. "You forgot this." Duncan took the soda can from my hand and smiled at me, actually smiled, not a smirk or a grin, a genuine smile of gratitude and a hint of happiness. He took one big gulp from it again and shook the container so we both heard the tiny amount of liquid that was left.

"You can finish this", he handed it back to me and turned around once more, walking out the door this time. I stood in silence with his can in my hand for a whole minute. The big ancient clock in our dining room sounded louder than normal, and every tick was excruciating. He had just left. Just like that. No goodbye, no explanation, no nothing. A part of me felt hurt at his absence, but I quickly shook the feeling away. With only the ticking of the clock and the clicking of my heels I walked back into the kitchen and put down his can next to mine, my hand still around the cold metal. Without thinking I chugged the remaining liquid of his soda and threw the now empty bottle across the kitchen, only to have it land perfectly in the trashcan. I smiled at my amazing shot and licked my lips unknowingly. I could taste not only the soda but the lingering taste of nicotine as well. I took a sip from my own soda can to drown the taste before heading upstairs.

My room was not a big one, when walking in the first thing you spot is a big window with a desk beneath it, only two steps from the door and you're ready to sit down in front of it. My bed was crammed in a corner to the left of the desk, the ceiling leaning down making it hard to plop yourself down on the bed after a long day; which was exactly what I needed right now. I remembered my bag was still in the hallway and groaned as I turned around once again, dragging my feet down the stairs and then up again. I dropped my bag to the floor and kicked my door close without looking at it. Sleeping sounded really nice right now, but I knew studying should be my number one priority. My gaze wandered to the inviting bed, the fluffy pillows practically screamed for me to lay my head down on them and hug the covers for warmth. Maybe just lay down for five minutes, gather energy before diving down the rabbit hole of homework. And without permission my legs took the steps needed to reach my bed. I laid down face first, burying my head in the pillows, making it hard to breath. Before I had a chance to drift of a light thud caught my attention. Maybe dad was home after all. Not thinking much of it I made myself a little more comfortable on the bed and kicked of my shoes.

Thud

The same sound reached my ears once more, on instinct I sat up and listened for another thud, almost hitting my head in the slanting ceiling.

Thud, thud

It sounded like rocks hitting a surface.

Thud

The thuds only increased in power and the intervals decreased the longer the sound went on. I stood up and the thudding sound continued, suddenly I saw the tiny stones impacting on the glass of my window.

"Finally", Duncan called and rolled his eyes from down on the ground when I opened the window and looked at him confused. "You locked the gate, babe", he said and made eye contact with my clearly baffled expression.

"So? You're a criminal, just pick the lock or jump over the fence or something. I don't care", I answered and started to close the window when his voice stopped me.

"Wait! Okay, look. Can I stay?"