Courtney sat alone in her bedroom with the seashell Trent gave her in her right hand. Within her left hand was a string. Carefully, she poked a small hole into the shell and pulled the string through it, creating a necklace. The brunette tied it around her neck and smiled.

Unexpectedly, she heard a knock on the door, causing her to jump.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Bridgette. Can I come in?"

"Of course, Bridge!" Courtney allowed.

Bridgette entered the room and shut the door. She walked over to Courtney's bed and sat next to the CIT. "What's up?"

"I was just making a necklace out of the seashell Trent gave me."

"Aw! You have to admit, that was really sweet of him."

Courtney rolled her dark eyes. "Not really…"

"Not really? How could you say that? Do you know how special I would feel if Geoff gave me a gift like that?"

"Well, it's not that I don't like it. It's just; it reminds me of the skull Duncan gave me…" Courtney frowned and looked towards the carpet.

Bridgette put her arm around Courtney as a way to comfort her. "Oh, I understand now, but its okay. You have someone better than Duncan now."

"Someone I've been using this entire time…"

"Well, that depends, are you still using Trent to make Duncan and Gwen jealous?"

"Yeah I guess. I just wish Duncan were here to witness it. He would so totally be jealous."

"Wait, do you like Trent or not?" Bridgette questioned.

Courtney didn't answer. She merely looked down at the seashell Trent gave her with a sad look on the tanned girl's face. "I…"

"You don't." A deep voice said. Courtney and Bridgette looked up and they both gasped with shock. It was Trent, standing there with the door to Courtney's room open.

"Trent! How long have you been standing there?"

"More importantly, how did you get in here without either of us noticing?" Bridgette wondered.

"I've been standing here ever since Bridgette mentioned you were using me to make Gwen and Duncan jealous…"

"I-I can explain…" Courtney stuttered.

"What are you going to tell me? That you don't really love me? That you've just been using me this whole time? That you think I'm just your love puppet? Well guess what, I'm no puppet, and we're done."

"Done?" Courtney and Bridgette both repeated.

"That's right. We're through. I never want to talk to you again." Trent turned around. Just as he was about to leave, Courtney jumped off the bed and sprinted towards Trent, grabbing a hold of his shoulder to make sure he didn't leave.

"Trent, wait! What about our bet?"

Trent faced her, an angered look on his usually cheery face. "Is that all that matters to you, just some stupid bet and making your ex-boyfriend jealous? You make me sick! I wish I never met you! I wish you had never come to this stupid game! Everyone was right about you, you're just a bitch! And Justin was right about you too, you're just a user who's absolutely pathetic! I should have listened to him... Now, don't ever talk to me again!"

As Trent slammed the door in Courtney's face, her lip began to quiver. Bridgette had no idea what to do, considering her best friend's new boyfriend just broke up with her.

"Umm… Courtney, are you okay?" She asked, hoping the CIT wasn't upset. Courtney turned around. Tears were filling her eyes. Bridgette bit her lower lip, worried. "Uh oh… Don't cry… It's-"

Suddenly, the teenager burst into tears. She was crying so hard that she was practically screaming. Unfortunately, Bridgette was there witnessing the whole thing. She could bear to watch her best friend cry right in front of her. And what made it worse was that she didn't have a clue what to do about this. She forced herself on her feet and ran over to Courtney, placing her hand on her shoulder.

"Courtney, it's okay."

"No it's not!" Courtney screamed. "I lost him! He was perfect! He was nothing like Duncan! Trent is sweet and considerate and caring and perfect!"

"Courtney, you reacted the same way to Duncan… You found someone new. And I'm sure you can do it again." Bridgette smiled sheepishly.

Courtney pushed Bridgette away as she continued to cry. "It's not like that, Bridgette! Duncan had a list of flaws! Trent had no flaws!"

"Oh come on, everyone has flaws."

"You aren't helping!" Courtney's crying was just getting worse. "Just go away!"

Bridgette gulped and slowly left the room. Courtney ran to her bed and cried on her pillow, which somewhat made her cries much quieter.

Trent slammed the door behind him. He never felt so violent before. He threw himself on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I can't believe that dirty bitch! Why would she do that?" Trent questioned. His angered expression transitioned to a saddened one. "I thought she meant everything… That kiss… Did it mean anything to her?"

The poor musician was torn. He placed his hand over his heart, followed by folding his fingers into a fist.

"I hate her…"

A knock was heard upon the door of Trent's room.

"What?" Trent screamed.

The door opened and Gwen appeared. "Why so angry?"

"Go away!"

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you? You never act like this…"

"Didn't you hear me? I said go away!"

The Goth folded her arms. "Not until you tell me what's up with you."

Trent reached his boiling point and wrapped his fingers harshly around a lamp. He was prepared to throw it at her, when Gwen interrupted.

"Okay! Don't be a Courtney! I'll leave, God!"

She slammed the door. Trent placed the lamp back on the desk and looked up at the ceiling.

"Courtney…" He muttered to himself. A tear managed to roll down his cheek.

Gwen was still confused about Trent. As a matter of fact, she was really worried about her ex boyfriend at the moment. The only thing on her mind was figuring out why he was so pissed off. As she walked past Courtney's room, she heard crying. Her eyes widened as she spun around.

"Courtney? Crying? I haven't heard her cry ever since she found out Duncan and I kissed… I should go check on her…" As Gwen reached for Courtney's doorknob, she paused. "Wait… Why do I care? Courtney got me eliminated! Besides, she'll just throw something at me yet again…"

"Gwen? I-is that you?" Courtney asked. It was hard to understand her over all her sobbing.

"Yeah, it's me. I was just passing by…"

"Come in! Please!" With all her crying, it sounded as if the CIT was begging Gwen to come visit her.

Confused, Gwen entered Courtney's room. She gasped as she saw the sight of Courtney's back turned on her. She was curled up on the side of her bed. The loner could easily hear her former friend's sniffling.

"Are you—"

Courtney rolled over before Gwen could finish asking her question. She sat up. Tears were rolling down her face, causing her mascara to run. Her eyes were puffy and red and a huge frown was formed upon her face. "Gwen, come here…" She opened her arms, giving Gwen permission to hug her.

The Goth was still confused. Despite this, she still walked towards Courtney and hugged her. The freckled-faced girl began to sob once again. As a matter of fact, she was crying on Gwen's shirt. Feeling sorry for her, Gwen began to slowly rub Courtney's back with sympathy.

"There, there… It's okay…"

"Oh please…" Courtney sobbed, "You don't even know why I'm crying…"

Gwen then realized that Trent and Courtney had been hanging out for the past few days. She began to think that Courtney's sadness and Trent's anger were linked together.

"Courtney, just out of curiosity, does this have anything to do with Trent?" Gwen asked.

Courtney pulled herself away from Gwen, even making eye contact with her. "How did you know?"

"Well… Being Trent's ex girlfriend and closest friend, he seemed really pissed off… He almost threw a lamp at me, actually. And I figured since you're crying and he's angry… that your emotions might be sort of linked?"

Courtney attempted to wipe her tears away. This only resulted in causing streaks of charcoal mascara to run across her cheeks. "Well, you're right."

"What happened?" Gwen sat next to the mocha-skinned girl. "Tell me everything."

"Well…" Courtney began, "at first, I was using Trent as a ploy to make you and Duncan jealous… but then I developed feelings for him and since I was flirting with him the whole time, he developed feelings for me… And then we started going out for a few hours… Then I was talking to Bridgette about how I didn't want to use him anymore, but before I could say that, Trent overheard that I was using him so then he dumped me and now he hates me…" She began to sob once again.

Gwen was speechless. "Wow…" was all that could come out of her mouth. The fact that Courtney would use Trent to make her jealous didn't surprise her at all, but the fact that she actually fell in love with him was a whole different story. "Maybe you should tell him it was all a misunderstanding?"

"I-I tried… But he didn't listen… He hates me…"

"Do you want me to talk to him for you?"

Courtney looked up at Gwen. "Would you really do that? After everything I've done to you?"

Gwen shrugged. "Of course I would. That's what friends are for, right?"

Instantly and unexpectedly, Courtney gave Gwen another hug. "Oh, thank you Gwen! Thank you!"

Gwen couldn't help but smile.

"But…" Courtney let go, "How are you going to do that? Trent nearly killed you when you tried talking to him…"

The Goth rubbed her chin. "Good point… Would it be okay with you if I talked to him tomorrow, you know, once he's cooled down a little?"

"Anything's okay as long as you get my Trenty back…"

Gwen raised an eyebrow. Trenty? Did she seriously just call him Trenty? Pet names made her sick.

"Well, I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure, Gwen… Please, make sure he comes back…" The CIT sniffled.

"Don't worry; I'll get him back for you. He's my best friend. I can convince him to do pretty much anything…"

Gwen walked out of Courtney's room. Courtney watched as Gwen calmly shut the door behind her. She let out a sigh. "I hope she's right…"

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Yay! Gwen and Courtney friendness! I told you Gwen would have an important role in this story! ;) I did tell you that, right? Oh well… I pretty sure most of you will be all like "Oh noes!" in the reviews. Feel free to do that, I really don't care. :P Sorry for the delay on this chapter. Next one will be up soon, I hope. Why is the title of the chapter in Spanish? Hell, I dunno… Okay, it's one in the morning. I'm going to bed. R&R.