Duncan's P.O.V.

Saturday

I wake up with the worst headache ever. And I can't remember what I did last night. I know that I didn't get drunk though, trust me I know what a hangover feels like. This felt more like stress than beer.

I blow it off by taking to Aspirin and eating some cereal and watching T.V. it's the only thing I could think of doing other than going outside today. I don't like the outdoors, at all.

When I'm putting my cereal in the dish washer I remember what happened last night. Gwen and I broke up. Because we had a fight about Courtney. What did Courtney have to do with all of this? The whole night is a blur. So even though I dread it I go outside and get in my green truck and take a drive to just about everywhere I can imagine trying to figure out what the hell happened last night. I drove past every place Gwen and I have ever gone to trying to trigger a memory or something about last night. Nothing helped. So I don't know why, but I circle back around town going everywhere that Courtney and I have ever been. It was really strange remembering every place that we went before I dumped her, well I never technically dumped her. I just disappeared from her.

I couldn't handle Courtney anymore, she was too much work. Too much work, and too up tight. I need a girl that I can blow off if I just want to stay home instead of going out. But every time I canceled on Courtney she always thought that I was cheating on her. This isn't entirely wrong.

Okay, I'll admit it, I cheated on Courtney and that's why I really couldn't go out with her anymore. I felt bad not telling her that I had two girlfriends at once. Now if she wasn't one of them I would've totally rubbed it in her face, I mean who would she tell? It was a big mistake to stop calling her, returning her calls, not responding to her texts, and emails. But I was young what else was I supposed to do? I always broke up with my other girlfriends with no problem but every time I got close to breaking up with Courtney I just froze. I couldn't bring myself to it. She was different.

But the girl I gave her up for was the really big mistake. Heather isn't worth that much. And that's why I and Heather did break up with that huge fight, because I said something about Courtney and Heather started bad mouthing her, and I couldn't let any one talk about Princess that way. So I started bad mouthing Heather right in front of her, and she hated that. So I told her that if she doesn't want me talking about her like that she shouldn't talk about Court like that. That's when she really blew up, she was telling me how Courtney was in the past and that she meant nothing to me anymore. Then I was sick of it, I just walked out.

After I had that long thought with myself, I felt a little better. So I decided to go home. I had no idea it would take me 6 hours to get there though. And that with how long I was gone it was midnight, and time for bed.

Sunday

On Sunday I decide to give Heather a little visit, she needs some talking to and now that she hates me I can really call her some names.

I pull up to her house and see that Courtney isn't home. Weird, she usually studies on Sunday's, even if there's nothing to study for. As I walk up the path to the door I realize that Heather's home alone. After I knock on the door I get one of the biggest shocks of my life, Heather crying.

"What do you want?" She asks like she's the queen of the world.

"Well, I came here to yell at you, but as I can see some one already did."

"Come in." Well she gave in, something's up.

"Duncan, don't freak out when I tell you this. It's not your fault its Trent's anyway. Duncan, I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant? Heather how can you be pregnant? You and Trent have only been going out for two weeks!"

"Well I sorta wanted to get big revenge on Gwen so I figured how about sleeping with Trent and have him tell Gwen all about it. I never wanted it to lead to this." She started crying; oh I'm not going to feel sorry for her.

"Well, you're right it's not my problem. It's yours! So I'm not going to feel sorry for you, or tell Trent for you, or support you though all of this! This is you're mess, not mine!"

And with that I walk out.

I'm not that mean she wasn't crying when I walked away she was actually getting ready to yell at me about what I just said.

But I'm right. This so isn't my problem/