Courtney's POV

So I arrive at Duncan's house at fourish, I guess. I walk up to the front door and see Trent watching me from his window right next door. Well I feel like I'm being stalked. But hey, Trent's pretty cute and sort of popular if Al and I ever break up, he could be a possible new boy friend.

I ring the door bell and as I'm waiting I realize that there's only one car in the drive way. Oh crap, Duncan's the only one home. Well this is just dandy, not only do I have to go to his house, but I have to go and have no hear me scream when he punches me in the face because I kicked him, well, let's just say where the sun doesn't shine.

"So you made it." Duncan says to me after taking forever to open the door. This is going to be a wonderful day.

"Yes, I made it. So are you going to let me in or are you going to make me stand out side all day."

"Tempting…"

"Well I guess I can just go home and not do the project and let you get an F."

"Well in case you didn't notice I get F's all the time, now could you handle it?"

"… Just let me in." I say pushing past him. The only thing he can win a battle with is grades, and I can't let him win again or he will never leave me alone.

When I walk into the house it is surprisingly nice. I mean not as nice as my house, but still nice. It has a nice black sofa and matching chairs with a white coffee table. Okay let me make it easier everything was white except the couch two chairs and T.V. yeah, it was cute.

"Okay I guess we should get started." I say as I get my books out.

"Look Princess I don't-" I just had to cut him off.

"What did you just call me?" I ask like I'm in shock.

"Princess. Think about it, it fits you perfectly. You have good grades, good looks, and a lot of friends that is a princess in a nutshell."

"Well just don't call me that. I'm sure it took you forever to come up with and I appreciate the dedication, but it's not my name."

"Oh, Princess is getting feisty. I like it!"

"Ha-ha now don't call me that."

"Okay, darling."

"Don't push your luck with me."

"I'll take my chances." He said with a smirk. Isn't he just swell?

Duncan's POV

Wow, I never guessed that messing with Courtney could be this fun. She really is hot, but when she's mad she's ever hotter.

And her outfit isn't helping, a jean mini skirt with black leggings under them, and a long sleeve white tee shirt with a red tank top over it, her hair down and curled, silver hoped earrings, and red high tops. I never knew Princess had such style. Well I guess it just goes to show you that you can't judge a girl by her goody- goody cover.

I have a strict no dating cheerleaders' policy.

But I could always make exceptions.

Courtney's POV

Duncan has been really quiet while I've been writing. It's not like him. But the quieter the better so I'm not going to ask.

Even though I can't think of any time Duncan was actually nice to me I still feel like we're connected somehow. It's weird, but I feel like we were assigned on this project together for a reason.

That reason, I just haven't figured out yet. But I'm sure I'm going too. I think we were supposed to be best friends in another life.

Or even more that friends.

Wait a second, did I just think that? No I couldn't have! I don't like Duncan. I'm going out with Aljandro for goodness sake! No, no, no I do not like Duncan I just can't.

Or at least I can't tell myself I do.