DISCLAIMER: I don't own Total Drama, the characters, or the song. Everything belongs to both Fresh TV and Eve 6 respectively.

Anyway guys, finally got around to updating this story again, and Scourtney is introduced in this chapter... As well as just Scott, in general. I know this chapter probably isn't as good as the last one, but hopefully it doesn't suck too much anyway... Don't really have anything else much to say about it, honestly.

Anyway, hopefully you guys enjoy this and please be sure to R & R!


Think Twice Chapter: 2

(Courtney's POV)

It was almost half past midnight, so I knew I had to get home as soon as possible; it wasn't like me to just stray away from my curfew restrictions lain out to me by my parents, since I'm such a stickler for rules and scheduling. Unfortunately for me, I guess I just lost track of time again… Normally, it isn't like me to just forget such an important detail, but when I get sucked into something that I really enjoy doing, time tends to fly by and I don't even seem to realize it!

But on the bright side, at least I got a decent amount of reading and studying in for some of my classes, despite the noisy atmosphere from the partygoers… Geoff does throw some nice parties, I do admit, but I'd honestly just prefer to spend my evenings curled under my bedroom covers while reading a book: my definition of "fun" might seem different to most, but I don't care! It's how I spend my free time, Ok?! I've already been judged by countless others over national television, and I don't want to go back to that! Ever! It was so humiliating! Getting dumped and cheated on in front of the entire viewing world can really damage someone spiritually… I should know, because even now, it still hurts.

But despite the pain, I've learned to move on and cope with most of this, because after all: there's much more to life than just fame, money, and guys.

One of my school friends had dropped me off at the party, so it was up to me to call her and let her know that I was ready to be picked up. I quickly reached for my cellphone out of my schoolbag and dialed the number, waiting for an answer. I didn't get one. Sighing, I dialed her number again: still no answer. Practically growling now, I tried calling her for a third and final time, and once I heard her voicemail once more, I just stuffed my phone right back into my bag in a fit of rage and crossed my arms.

Damn it… How the hell am I supposed to get home now?!

Furious, I stormed through the crowd, fanatically trying to get home; I was so lost in being mean spirited and hasty, that I didn't even bother to look where I was going! Eventually, I stopped dead in my tracks after bumping into someone, the sensation and smell of tropical fruit punch splashing all over me and staining my dress!

Just as I was about to curse my head off at them for being such a major klutz, I felt a large lump form itself in my throat, once I realized who it was; words could not describe the immense feelings of guilt me and my body were experiencing right now… To be quite honest, I was even a little fearful: I had made so many enemies during my times of competing on that show, and now here I was, with one of them standing right in front of me.

Of all the people I had to run into here, why did it have to be him?

I continued to remain silent, until the perpetrator finally spoke up, still dazed and confused over what the heck just happened. "Oh, geez! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-" He shut his mouth immediately once he looked up and saw it was me, eyes completely widened in amazement. "C-Courtney? Is that really you?"

My onyx eyes were downcast from him at this point, as I nervously rubbed my arm at the sight of him… "Oh, hey Scott… How have you been over these past two years, huh? Doing well?" I just stood there, biting my lip. Waiting for some type of retort to escape his mouth over how I poorly mistreated him and toyed with his emotions…

If it wasn't for that stupid chart! What the hell was I thinking when making that?! I lost two relationships that way, including Scott's…

I continued to expect the worst from Scott, but then my eyes went wide of surprise once I saw him just chuckle and smirk at me. "Oh, you know. I've been doing better… Taking up some business classes and stuff, cause I'm hoping to become a CEO once I'm older. But what a surprise! It's great to see ya here!"

Why isn't he still mad at me? Did he just shake the feeling off like it was nothing? And, Scott as a CEO? I never would've even guessed that kind of thing would be up his ally! I'm actually a little impressed… Mildly.

Once I glanced back up at him, I got a much better visual of the ginger to work with: Scott was still wearing his standard pair of shoes and jeans, but he was also sporting a dark green hoodie all zipped up and fastened onto his body. It clung onto his muscles surprising well, and that thought alone made my face heat up a bit…

Stop this, Courtney! You don't even like Scott anymore, remember? So quite imagining scenarios of him being shirtless, already!

I didn't even notice him move his attention off of me, and onto the stain of my dress. "But anyway, I'm really sorry for bumping into ya like that… Is there anything I can do to help maybe fix it?"

Hearing his voice again, I soon escaped my thoughts, looking quite contently at him. "No, it's my fault anyway, Scott… I should've been looking where I was going to begin with, so you aren't entirely to blame here."

Entirely? Am I really still that prideful to not own up to my own mistakes and mishaps? I guess there are a few things about me that I can never change… No matter how hard I try.

"Heh, thanks…" he replied nervously, scratching the back of his head, feeling slightly embarrassed with me. "Ya do look really pretty, though."

I was taken back a bit by Scott's compliment, blushing slightly, but then remembered that I can't allow myself to fall back into this type of temptation again. "Thank you, Scott. Really, but… But I've already made it a vow of mine to stay far away from relationships for now… At least for awhile. I just got through with telling Duncan the exact same thing, because they were just too drama inducing for me to handle, and how I felt my life was practically ruined because of them…" Once I felt the emotional pain coming back, I just sighed heavily and hung my head, staring down intently at the floor.

Scott then just looked down at me, a little surprised over what I said, but soon nodded his head in agreement and understanding. "I gotcha, but listen Courtney: I ain't exactly looking into getting in a relationship with ya, either… I mean, sure. I still like ya, and think you're attractive and stuff… But the point is, you never liked me back. And that I'm totally cool with; I just gotta learn to respect your decision and back off, and hopefully Duncan will be able to do the same."

I couldn't help but warm up a little after hearing him say that, gazing into his steel blue eyes filled with gratitude. "It's what I'm hoping… And thanks, Scott. I really do appreciate your cooperation with me on this. I'd even be more than happy to call you my acquaintance."

Or better yet… Let's just say a friend.

"Heh, it's no problem, Court…" he smiled, growing even more bashful in front of me, I might add. "After all, pappy always taught me how to respect a lady. You need your space, and I get that."

It wasn't too long until I saw him glance down at his wristwatch briefly, checking the time before looking right back at me. "Well, it's getting pretty late… Almost 1:00 AM!" He laughed to himself in disbelief a bit, before his facial expression turned serious again. "Anyway, I think I'm gonna head home now… Were you gonna do the same earlier?"

"Unfortunately, yes…" I sighed, remembering the frustration I felt quite some time ago. "One of my so called friends dropped me off here, and was supposed to pick me up… But then she just decided to totally blow me off and not show up at all! She's probably just off getting drunk with her boyfriend again…" I just let out another sigh once more, and I could tell I was getting angry again, and I'm pretty sure Scott knew as well due to the looks of concern he was giving me right now.

"Well, ya know…" he offered. "If you don't exactly have a ride home, then I wouldn't mind it so much if I took ya back. It's really no trouble at all, Courtney. I'd be more than happy to do it."

I had to admit: I was really touched by Scott's chivalry here. It reminded me of all the times when we were still together on the show, him respecting me and giving me compliments, while I had just been using and taking advantage of his kindness the entire time… I took it all for granted, and only viewed Scott as nothing more than a tool of helping me get even closer to the million dollars; I actually felt a little dirty just thinking about it, followed by regretfulness, and finally shame… Money just isn't worth my time anymore, but people are… People like Scott, someone who I hurt deeply and emotionally for my own personal gain on getting farther in the competition; he had provided me with all of the affection and support I could've asked for, but all I did was just rip his heart out, not giving a care in the world over how he felt afterwords…

Scott was looking at me funny, probably because I had zoned out again… I soon shook myself out of those depressing thoughts before giving him an answer. "No, it's perfectly fine… It's sweet of you to offer, Scott, but I'd much prefer it if I just walked myself home…"

I saw his jaw drop wide-open, in both shock and slight amusement. He just sort of laughed at me hysterically for a good few minutes before finally managing to recollect himself. "You can't be serious, Court. I mean, just walking out there all alone at night? Think of all that could happen to ya!" I then felt the devious redhead take my hand very, very gently, while he just looked down at me with a warm and reassuring smile. "And besides, I owe ya one for messing your dress up… It's the least I could do, so there's no way you could say no to me now."

My gaze softened on Scott, and the way he was gazing at me made me feel safe and secure, along with the soft grip of his hand on top of mine. He was absolutely right: I couldn't say no to him now… Not when he was secretly making me feel this way, anyway.

Eventually, I nodded to the dirt farmer in agreement, and followed him out to his dusty, old pickup truck outside: while it did look a tad beaten up and a little rusty, it definitely had character, just like him. Scott then, being chivalrous with me once more, helped me in the vehicle by opening up the car door, while I made myself comfortable on the polyester seating inside. Trying to be quick about it, Scott then got himself situated in the front seat with me before starting up the car engine and speeding off down the driveway, heading directly towards my house.

Maybe I do still like Scott, just a little…