DODGING THE BULLET
A TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND STORY
A/N: I'm uploading two chapters at once, so I can't thank you for the reviews yet, but I'm sure I will be soon! This chapter is based on the song 'Don't Forget About Me' featured in the movie 'The Breakfast Club'. Also, this scene is a different take on the famous sushi scene in the Breakfast Club, if you've seen it. Make sure to listen to the song, old version in the original movie, or the new and shortened version if you Youtube 'JCPenney Breakfast Club'. Personally the new version I think is better, the other one is way too old fashioned, but suit yourself, it doesn't matter to me.
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CHAPTER TWO: SUSHI
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Courtney was still boiling about the run-in with Duncan. She moodily opened her gray Bloomingdale's paper bag and withdrew a black box.
Behind her, she was only all too aware of Duncan sitting down next to Trent. She could sense him from a mile away. She took a pair of wooden chopsticks from the bag and opened the black box, which revealed eight pieces of neatly lined up sushi.
She began to eat, hoping that she had suddenly turned invisible, squished between Gwen and Bridgette. No such luck.
"What is that?" a male voice said behind her, a body draping itself across her shoulder.
"Sushi," she answered bluntly, hoping that would blow him off. She could smell the mint in his breath, again.
"Sushi?" he repeated, contempt apparent in his sneering voice. "What's sushi?"
Had he crawled out from under a rock? "Its raw fish, some seaweed and rice," she said, poking at a bit of rice as to prove her point.
"So you'll eat that, but you won't let me put my tongue in your mouth?" he said, his breath cold on her ear.
"Different side of the road, that was just shit," she muttered to herself, tilting her shoulder downwards to make his chin and the arm it was resting on slide off.
She ate the rest of her sushi quickly, disposing of the black box and the Bloomingdale's bag. She checked herself for damage. No spills or stains? That would ruin her image of pristine, neat, clean. It was probably the only thing she could cling to.
Its not that she didn't register what the school thought of Duncan. More of the opposite, she was completely omniscient to it. She was totally aware of all the girls throwing themselves at him, she was just too smart. She was an exception.
She could half-understand why, Trent was already with Gwen, and Geoff with Bridgette, which made her only two friends a part of 'the Clique'.
Duncan was…how could she say it? He was bad, he was (according to half the percentage of girls at her high school) apparently 'hot', and he was completely not her type.
She remembered a few months ago, before Duncan had been in jail. It probably was the only moment of her life that she had regret what she had done.
It had been a hot day in the middle of fall, and Geoff, Duncan, and Trent had all taken off their shirts in the classroom.
Courtney had been half-disgusted, half-intrigued. She was one of the few people that had seen all three, naked from the waist up.
Trent and Geoff were frightening to Courtney with their ripped bodies and solid muscle.
Duncan was less like that, sure he was strong, but his abdominal muscles were fainter and more beneath his skin than protruding out of his stomach like Trent and Geoff's.
She found herself tracing the muscles she found on Duncan, not Trent, or Geoff. And she hated herself for it.
Ugh, she hated that memory. She wanted to press the delete button on it, but it was impossible, Duncan's shirtless body was pretty much tattooed onto her brain.
"COURTNEY!" A loud female voice shattered her thoughts.
It was Bridgette, waving a hand in front of Courtney's face. "Uh, yeah, sorry?"
"Nothing, you were on cloud nine or something," Bridgette amended, turning back to her salad.
"No, no, not cloud nine," Courtney interjected.
Bridgette gave her a funny look. "It's just a saying, Court."
"I know," Courtney replied, picking a piece of lettuce out of Bridgette's plate and nibbling on it to distract herself.
"Hey, I heard you got a new car," Bridgette said conversationally, looking at Courtney, excited.
It was true; her parents had got her a car for her birthday. She had gotten her license last week. Courtney liked it, it was a conservative light blue, even if it was a BMW.
"Yeah, it's really…nice," Courtney said, lack for a better word.
"So how many miles per gallon?" Bridgette said, tugging her elastic out of her hair and letting it cascade down her back like a waterfall of gold. Courtney saw Geoff stare, slackjawed, from the corner of her eye. She always had been concerned about the environment.
Courtney actually didn't know. "Uh…30."
Bridgette shrugged. "Adequate."
The bell rang sharply. Bridgette sighed and threw away her salad.
On her way out, Gwen caught up with her. "What do you think?"
Gwen showed Courtney her sketch book. It was a picture of Trent. It looked so lifelike that she thought it might ask her for the answer to problem fourteen. She almost laughed at her creepy thought.
"It's really good, Gwen," Courtney answered truthfully. It really was.
"That's great," Gwen said excitedly. Well, as excited as Gwen got, anyway. "I was thinking I could get this enlarged and put it on a canvas. There's a young artists convention down at the art museum, I thought maybe I could enter."
"Great, I'll stop by," Courtney smiled sincerely. Gwen headed to Chem. class, brushing off Courtney with a, "See you later!".
So Gwen had a guy, so Bridgette had a guy. So what? She didn't need guys.