Would anyone care to join me in writing this story? I feel like I need a partner in writing this… I had a life but school ate it.

"You will regret going after him," a voice said from the library doorway. It was Gwen, the Goth that hates everything and everyone since Duncan broke her heart.

Why was she here I thought to myself, how could I ever regret going back to the guy who had made me feel alive, whose kiss sent fire burning through my veins. I wanted-no needed- to be back in those warm strong arms again. I started to get up before Heather roughly pushed me down.

"We told you, go back, and you'll regret it," Heather said coldly.

I started to protest when Gwen quickly cut me off with, "We know how it feels. The kiss that leaves you wanting more, the safe feeling you have when in his arms and knowing that you are in love with him faster than he can smirk. We've been through that rollercoaster and the sad thing is—we wouldn't hesitate to get back on." Gwen's eyes were staring at the floor with tears threatening to fall.

"But you hesitated, you fought back and won. You're different. You can fight back. But we all know from that look in your eyes that you want to go back. You want to be his. But if you do, you'll be worse of then even us. We can help you resist him, his charm, his talk, his eyes," Heather finished looking dead into my eyes.

I did resist. Why did I resist? The hurt in both of the teens' eyes near me made me remember—I didn't want to get hurt. I could see the tears that were forming, I could almost hear the cracking of their hearts, and I knew I never wanted to experience that, ever. I made a decision to run, to escape him, I had chosen my path and there was no turning back.

"That a girl," Gwen and Heather said when I stood up again. By the smile on their face I knew that they knew I was serious about not going back to Duncan. But doubt overtook me. What would I do if he caught me alone and kissed me again? I don't know if I could ever resist another kiss from those sweet lips. Gwen and Heather came to my rescue.

"Don't worry Court, We'll help you out," they said in unison. I gave a shaky smile in return and collected my bag and each girl took one side of me. We were quite a strange trio walking down the halls.

"You can't go anywhere alone. Never. That's how he'll get you. From now on, make sure you always have someone with you, even when going to the bathroom during class or running an errand for a teacher, never go alone," Heather said glaring at anyone who stared too long at us.

"Another head's up, every one of Duncan's "girlfriends" is now your enemy. They will do anything to b back with him, and if that means selling you out, they will gladly do it," Gwen said scowling at every other passing girl.

That means over half of the girl population at this school is out to get me… the only girls left in my entire grade that I can trust besides Gwen and Heather are slowly diminishing.

Bridgette, but she's dating Duncan's best friend, Geoff so I have to be careful what I say round her. Beth, but she's Lindsey's best friend, who is one of Duncan's old "girlfriends" so I can't say too much around her either. I can trust Leshawna, since she's Gwen's best friend but she also hates me for being a "skinny rich bitch" so she might not entirely be on my side. Katie and Sadie would be ok if Katie wasn't going out with Duncan's other best friend, DJ. Izzy is safe but she's also crazy so I must be careful what I say to her. Sierra would be good but I still need to watch what I say since she's the gossip and blog queen of the school. She knows everything about everyone so she would be a good ally but I can't let her know anything that Duncan could use. Eva would break my neck if I even tried talking to her but maybe she could protect me from Duncan, so it was worth a try. And that was it, all the girls that could help me could also break me.

Oh how I wish I could turn back time and just stay in bed all day today and wake up and this would all be a dream. Unfortunately, for me, this nightmare was going to get a lot worse.

I'm passed out sleeping and any minute Ma will come into my room and yell until her voice gives out before making me get up from bed and kicking me out of the house to go to school. My cop parents stopped caring about me when I got sent to Juvie for the third time. But whatever I don't give a crap about either of them.

Now just wait another second and I'll open my eyes to the black walls of my room, plastered with poster of the most kick ass punk rock bands ever. I opened my eyes and light flooded my vision, Ma must have opened the blinds of room again. I'll close them when I get back to school.

Wait why the hell am I already at school? I should be in bed. And why the fuck does the kiwis feel like some hot chick just kicked them hard?

Oh yea, 'cause a hot sexy brunette chick did kick me hard in the kiwis and ran away from me when I tried to kiss her. No, that bitch didn't reject me, she's just playing hard to get. I always did love a challenge. This bitch did not know what she was getting herself into and it was about time, the Dunc man taught it to her.

Class is now in session and Courtney, you just earned yourself a lifelong detention slip. Lucky you.

I looked at my surroundings and saw my old toys gossiping to each other and guys looking at me like they could take me. One guy even had the balls to try and punch me, I easily side stepped that pathetic shot and punched him hard in the jaw, possibly breaking it, showing everyone I still ran this school and no one should forget that.

I walked down the halls to find Geoff and DJ and demanded to know where she went. But both were looking at me dumbfounded and weakly pointed in the direction of the auditorium and library. Now maybe knowing Courtney I should've gone to the library but getting a square kick in the kiwis can addle a dude's brain so I went towards the auditorium only to be stopped by an old toy I trashed last year. Easy is what I nicknamed her, 'cause her name was something that sounded like it, and 'cause she was so easy to get with. The black straight hair, the tons of make-up, the slutty clothes all screamed take me. But today I only wanted one girl, Courtney.

I pushed aside her but she ran ahead and blocked my path and in her annoyingly high voice said, "I can help you get Courtney, Dunky." Man I hated when chicks called me that. It was fucking annoying. I scowled and tried to push past her but she clung to my arm and said confidently, "If you get back with me I promise I'll have that brunette begging to be with you."

I was a little curious about what she had to say so I leaned against the wall and waited for her to continue. "All you have to do is pretend you care about her skinny ass, and make her feel special and she'll come running to you." I turned the though over in my mind and let it sink. It was a little better than my plan to just shove her in a closet and fuck her senseless… maybe I would try it.

I looked at the girl clinging to me and couldn't help but scowl in disgust at how second-rate she was to Princess, so I shook her off and said, "Thanks for the tip bitch." I walked away.

"Wait, what about our deal?" she demanded.

I smirked and said, "What deal? I never agreed to it. So fuck off bitch and find someone who cares about your ugly face." She ran away crying and that's when I remembered that her name is Elsy. Elsy was way too easy. I laughed and walked to the end of the hall before the bell rang and decided to get my crap from the tree outside and head to class.

Too bad I didn't Easy Elsy's eyes stalking me from the corner.