For some reason I feel "angsty" today, if that is even a word. So because of my new and strange mood, we will dive into the life of Duncan's drug life.

You all heard of 4/20 right? Hitler's birthday, the Columbine massacre anniversary, and national weed day. How it got to be national weed day is unknown. Some believe that the code 4-20 was used by police to report illegal marijuana use, others think it was the time, 4:20 p.m., when many teenagers smoked and they made it their code to smoke.

Me? I could care less how it came it to be. I just know that we smoke and we smoke whatever we want whenever we want. We smoke it or snort it or inject it, whatever it may be that day.

Today may not be 420 but I was smoking at a new record. After the horrible night I had yesterday, I need to smoke. Ugh… Just thinking about that shitty date makes my head hurt, and my heart.

The day started normally enough. Saturday morning I wake up at noon from my dad's screaming, get some clothes on, walk downstairs, grab a snack, and slam the door.

Today was the day I planned to ruin Courtney's date and do some damage to her date's precious face. I walked over to Gwen's house because her parents weren't home and she invited me over. I wasn't looking to get laid but if it happened it happened.

Thing is, it happened and… I… I stopped it. Me! Me, Duncan Russell, the Bad Boy, King of the School, Most Valued Player, turned down sex.

Geoff would say the Apocalypse was coming. DJ would smile and go on about how I'm in love or some shit like that. My mom might be proud if I ever told her shit like this but I don't. The sad thing is, I think she still thinks I'm a virgin.

Anyway, there she was practically naked on her bed, trying to seduce me with her voice but I just looked past her and closed the door. I walked back down to the living room and watched TV. The most weirdest thing of all is, I wasn't turned on.

And this isn't the first time I've been turned off. Lately even if I look at my old porno magazines I don't get turned on by the fake boobs or anything. I don't feel anything anymore. Sometimes I just wanna go to the doctor to make sure I don't have some sort of disease.

The day went on like that, Gwen trying to seduce me but I just shrugged her off. I guess I sort of led her on when I kissed her yesterday but even then I didn't feel a damn thing. I haven't felt anything since I kissed my Princess. Even kissing Heather did nothing for me.

Fuck I'm so confused sometimes.

That was worst night of life! Today I'm glad Ayden is with our grandparents because I couldn't let him see me like this and because I couldn't bare to leave me bed from crying so much.

Tears that is all I know right now as I cry and cry the day away as the memories cut through me like a freshly sharpened knife. Is it possible to get sick from crying so much?

Ah! I'm so excited about going on my first date and it's with Alejandro! I can't believe that he asked ME out! I couldn't stop yelling, Tonight was going to be perfect!

I dropped Ayden off at my grandparents in the morning with al his toys. He was glad to be here to play with Gramp's toy train set.

With an air kiss to everyone I was off to get ready for my date with Elsy and Heather. They took me to get a manicure, a pedicure, my hair done and a new outfit. I thought it was a bit over the top but I let them guide me in the very wonderful world of girl hood.

If I wasn't in my dream state about Alejandro I probably would've dealt differently with today but I couldn't help but feel drunk with his proposal.

At seven o'clock sharp, there he was with a bundle of flowers and a sweet smile. He had a car and drove us to the mall for a simple dinner and a movie.

The movie was some chick flick that I had been dying to see for weeks but I didn't pay much attention because he did that cliché move when he yawns and puts his arm around me. I couldn't stop from giggling just a little.

I thought he would've been a little more original than that but I didn't mind as I leaned against his shoulder. But when I did that, it hurt my neck. That is something you don't find out from the movies.

He also bought too much stuff. He bought a huge bucket of popcorn when I told him

I don't eat a lot of popcorn, he got me almost every kind of candy at the concession stand, and bought me a huge icee when I asked for a simple Coke.

My neck was stiff by the time we came out of the theater and my stomach was growling with protest of having so junk in it. I didn't know how I could handle dinner with all this junk food in my stomach.

Dinner was a burger, from McDonalds.

Don't call me stuck up or something but I was hoping for something a little more classy than a Big Mac. But I didn't protest as he sat me down on a somewhat clean booth and ordered a salad for me.

We started talking for about ten minutes when I realized all we were talking about was school, how many tests we had, the budget crisis, and teachers. I talk about school a lot but not this much and I started to become bored of the conversation. But I pretended I was extremely interested on what he thought about how our Calculus test last Tuesday.

Eventually we finished our meal and walked out into the cold dark night.

Then it happened.

A slap across the cheek. A kick in the groin. The rip of a shirt. A sob. The tight grip on a neck. A scream. One boy being beaten on the ground by another. One girl screaming at the other. The police being called and taking one of the boys away.

He tried to rape her. That's what she said. The boy was 17, 5'9 and Hispanic.

Are you sure it wasn't the white one? The one next to the Goth girl?

No the girl said it was the Hispanic.

Take him away.

Where did the girl go? And the other kids.

I didn't see them leave.

Screaming. No yelling. Was that a cry? I heard a punch. A hard one.

Hey what's going on?

He hit her! See the blood on the floor? It's hers.

The girl? The Hispanic one who was almost raped?

No the other one.

The white one?

Yea.

She isn't that bad. Take her home. She'll live.

What about the other girl? Take her home too. Make sure she has someone with her.

What about the boy?

Hey. Isn't he?

Yea he is.

His parents are gonna be disappointed.

Nothing they aint used to.

True.

Let him off the hook. He saved the girl so just send him home. Make sure his dad knows his boy isn't a total fuck up after all.

Will do sir.

Man, you can always count on some excitement on Saturday night.

Yup, Alejandro tried to rape Courtney. And in an alley of all places! He could have at least taken her to a motel. It was only two blocks south.

And Yea Duncan saved her. Gwen got mad of course. It was Courtney who called the police as Duncan wrenched her form Alejandro's vice grip. She still has scars from his nails.

She will always have faint scars from this night.

Then as she lay there, holding herself, facing the boys as Duncan beat up Alejandro, Gwen started yelling at her, mostly about ruining her "date" with Duncan.

Then Alejandro left in the police car. That's when the yelling got worse. Duncan looked to see Courtney on the ground curled up in a ball as Gwen verbally abused her and kicked her in the sides.

Duncan swiftly punched Gwen in the face and she fell—hard. Duncan was about to help Courtney to her feet when the police came and slammed him to the wall.

He didn't get to say good-bye to her. She didn't get to say thank you.

Bu that would change the next day.