DODGING THE BULLET
A TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND STORY
A/N: Yet another chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed the last one, you seemed to. I was hoping to reach the ninety-review point by chapter four…probably too much to ask, but I'm not going to update too much unless I get a lot of reviews. Not because I'm selfish or anything, I just want to know that I'm not writing a pointless story no one likes, that's all. So please, read and review!
One more thing, I know exactly where I'm going with this story, right up to the last chapter, but its going to be a while longer so hold on. This story will be following the lines of Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer. Only Duncan has no vampire abilities and there's no weird run for their lives at the end. Whoops. Gave that one away. So Courtney as Bella, Duncan as Edward, Bridgette and Gwen as Jessica and Angela, Justin as Mike/Tyler, Heather as Lauren, Tyler as Jacob (only non-romantically interested in Courtney) and a few other OCs for Charlie, Renee, Esme and Carlisle.
Not much Courtney/Duncan in this chapter, but trust me, things SHALL get eventful.
If you haven't read Twilight you can just dismiss my other note, but I strongly recommend reading it. Not only is it a good story but it will help you understand this one a little better.
CHICAGO718
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CHAPTER THREE: LAST LAUGH
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Courtney furiously yanked on her jacket after taking it from the coat hook. It wasn't rainy often at Huntington Beach, but they had had a week of heavy storms and gusty rain.
There was a piece of neon green paper taped to the exit doors, reading:
SPRING FLING
FRIDAY, MAY 20, AT 6:30 – 10:00
"Spring fling, like I ever get asked," Courtney muttered to herself, tempted to rip off the sign. She didn't though, it would land her in the principal's office, and that was one place she vowed never to be.
Even at her old school, the only person that ever asked her was her family's friend, Todd. He asked out of courtesy, not romantic interest. Courtney always politely turned him down: he was a few inches shorter than her, with large teeth and a mullet. He obviously didn't know the eighties were over.
She walked out into the light rain, a cool wind blowing it to make it feel like pricks of ice hitting her cheek. She pulled her hood up, got in the car, and turned up the heat.
She methodically pulled out of the parking lot, making carefully sure not to hit the beaten-up white Camaro behind her which was waiting.
Pressing her foot on the pedal, she prepared to drive out of the parking lot and to home before screaming.
"Dammit!" she said to herself, pushing the brake pedal down to avoid smashing a red sedan.
It obviously wasn't the red sedan's fault: a beaten-up black truck was stopped right outside the path leading out of the school.
The red sedan's window rolled down and a guy's voice shouted, "Hey! Get moving!"
The black truck paid no mind, of course. The only response was a loud burst of rock music that wound its way loudly to the ears of the other drivers.
Courtney took her foot off the brake, muttering obscenities to herself and impatiently drumming her fingertips on the leather-clad wheel.
The heat in her car was quickly becoming oppressive without the movement of her car, so she turned it off and halfway opened the window.
The guy in the red sedan opened his door. Courtney wasn't surprised to see Justin get out. He was always the first one out of school.
What she was surprised about was that instead of going over and demanding the black truck to move, he turned to her own blue BMW.
Courtney cringed in her chair, wondering what would come next.
He stopped outside her open window and motioned for her to lower it more. She did so, hoping he had no knife.
"Uh, Courtney," he said, his attractive voice coming in to her car, "you know the spring fling next Friday?"
That was what it was? He wanted to ask her to the dance?
"Yeah," she answered monotonously, feeling stupid to herself. She knew. Had it only been ten minutes ago that she had been tempted to rip off that very sign?
"I was wondering if you'd like to go with me. I mean, if you aren't busy or already have a date or something." Justin stuffed his hands in his pockets.
Courtney was too taken aback to answer, but when she found her voice, she squeaked, "I can't go, uh, I'm…going…away."
Where had that lame excuse come from? A three year old could have come up with a better lie. Courtney waited for him to claim her a liar.
"Oh," Justin murmured, digging deeper into his raincoat pockets. "Okay. Yeah, there's always the prom in a few weeks."
He walked away, frowning. Courtney breathed an inward sigh of relief. He had fallen for that?
She realized she was shivering again, and shut the window.
Why did I turn him down? she wondered.
Justin wasn't too popular, he was a quiet and not-too-smart boy who didn't raise his hand and rarely had his homework done. There was, however, something about him that made girls stare when he walked down the hallway, maybe it was his hair which was oh-so-casually messed up all the time, or the ripped body, or his muscularity.
Courtney thought he was okay in terms of looks, he was an altogether nice boy that she really didn't care about or for much at all.
She turned her gaze from her side window to her windshield and bit her lip, glaring at the sight.
It was Duncan, Trent and Geoff, obviously laughing at her misfortune with Justin. And finally, with the damage done, the black car skidded out the path and illegally fishtailed onto the opposite side of the road, where no doubt they were headed to pick up more cigarettes.
Courtney closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, taking deep yoga breaths. Why did things happen to her?
Of course, she knew why. She was the preppy new girl, a rule-follower, the academic-type. In another words, fresh meat.