AN: Two chapters in one day? Gasp! Well, it's all cause of you guys. Thank you, for all the reviews so far. I really appreciate it! So, here's chapter two! Decided since I'm going to introduce Courtney's POV in this chapter, I should start using the POV signs. Enjoy~

Duncan's POV

It had been almost a full month since the Halloween bash. November had come, and snow was already starting to stick to the ground in large clumps. Fun to look at, yes. Not so fun when you have to walk to and from school, through it.

"Dammit, I want my car back." I whined to myself, feet already frozen and soaked from the snow that found it's way into my favourite pair of red High Tops. Apparently, my Dad didn't find spray painting a big smiley face on the side of someone else's car as funny as I had. But come on, it was a fucking ugly car, anyway. It had needed some brightening up. So now, because of my kindness and generosity to that ugly piece of crap; I was stuck trudging through the frozen water for at least another two weeks. It bit, big time. It also gave me way too much time to think. I didn't like having time to think. Because of course, my thoughts would always travel back to that one, stupid girl, who I should of forgotten about the moment I got home from that party. Unfortunately, she's been plaguing my thoughts like the pain in the ass she was.

What made the days even worse, was that Geoff had come down with some flu bug that had been going around, so I was stuck without my best bud to talk to. I'd honestly considered ditching school to go visit, but if I wanted my car back before I was thirty, school was mandatory.

I still hadn't managed to get any information about little miss Dolly, either. I'd asked around school, but no one who saw her that night actually knew her. It frustrated me to no end. I wanted to know who she was, just so I could shake her by the shoulders and yell at her to get the fuck out of my head!

A sudden sharp honk of a horn and the sound of tires squealing snapped me out of my trance as I realized a sleek, silver Mazda Six almost rammed into me as I crossed the cross-walk. This morning had sucked enough without someone trying to run me over! Letting my anger get the better of me, I glared at the driver through their dark tinted windshield, before delivering a swift kick to their front licence plate and kept walking. I knew I'd dented it pretty good.

I picked up speed; breaking into a run, before the driver could do anything about it, and turned the corner, away from school. I'd take the long route. Dad said I had to go to school, never said I had to be on time.

Courtney's POV

This years Halloween party had fun. Volunteer work always looked good on collage applications, and I had even enjoyed myself, a bit.

And then he had to show up at the café. Him and his blond friend, who just drooled after one of the blond waitresses.

Then he had the nerve to call me...ugh, Baby Doll. Just because I was dressed as a doll, certainly did not give him the right to call me such a thing!

I wanted to castrate, strangle, then dig a grave and bury him in it. And what was up with his hair? Obviously that boy had no sense, fashion, or otherwise. He looked like someone who'd grab young girls off the street and molest them!

I'd never once met a boy so annoying; so vile; and so down-right...street! All the boys in my private school were polite, well behaved, and hard-working people. I could tell right off the bat, he was a slacker who didn't give a hoot about school, or grades, and probably got high every other weekend!

Then he asked if I wanted to fool around with him? I never wanted to hit someone so badly in my entire life!

Luckily, I haven't seen him even once since that frightful incident, nearly a month ago. It shouldn't of surprised me, at all, actually. I lived very far up town; very high class. He had no class. Probably living in a cardboard box or something.

I felt myself smile as I considered this, getting into my brand new Mazda, dressed warmly in woolly layers, and my favourite pair of black snow boots. Checking my mirrors, I pulled out of the driveway of the three story, gated home I lived in, and started driving down the street. The streets were blanketed with white, and the air was fresh and crisp. I truly loved winter mornings, such as this.

Mom had asked me to drive downtown and pick up some cough medicine for her before heading to school, which I was happy to do. I still had a whole forty-five minutes before school began, so I could get their with plenty of time to spare.

The streets were deserted this early in the morning, so I decided to turn on the radio, and listen to some classical music.

Halfway through my favourite Mozart song, some idiot walked right into the middle of the cross walk, while the flashing sign beside him clearly told him not to cross.

Smashing my hand into my horn, the boy jumped, startled, and looked at my car in surprise for minute, before he scowled. All of a sudden, he lifted his foot and rammed the heel of his battered shoe right into my front licence plate. I visibly cringed, as I knew it would be ruined. Then, I felt blood boiling anger.

How dare he! Who the heck did he think he was!

The boy took off running down the street, speed causing the hood of his grey sweat-shirt to fall back and reveal a bright green mohawk. My heart seemed to stop dead in it's tracks.

It couldn't be. No way.

Duncan's POV

I'd gotten to class late, and my English teacher, Mrs. Kent bitched me out for the first ten minutes, before finally letting me take a seat. Old hag.

I leaned back in my chair, blatantly staring a the ceiling, while not giving a damn about what the bitch babbled on about. I was too busy wondering, would I get charged for denting that person's license plate?

"Duncan, sit properly in your chair!" Mrs. Kent snapped, and I gave her a smirk, but leaned forward again. Detention today wasn't a good idea, considering I wanted to visit Geoff as soon as possible. Still, my mind was anywhere but here. Although, that was no different to any other school days where I bothered to show up.

Once that hour was over, I shoved my hands into my jean pockets and walked out, not bothering to check if we had homework today or not. It's not like I'd do it, either way.

"Duncan!" Bridgette called to me, and I spun on my heel, now walking backwards.

"Sup, Malibu?"

Me and Bridgette had always been pretty close. I mean, yeah, she was a little leery of me, but who wasn't? Still, for a chick, she was alright. I'd known her almost as long as I'd known Geoff. She was almost like a sister to me, now. Even though my bud avoided her like his life depended on it. I never thought Geoff of all people could act shy around a girl. He had confidence to spare, even. But when it came to the surfer chick...

"I was just wondering if you knew what happened to Geoff? He wasn't in Math class with me today, so..." She trailed off, and I snorted to myself, much to her confusion. She was just as head over heels for Geoffy as he was for her. And they hadn't even said more then three words to each other! Ever!

"Yeah, he's home, sick. Actually, I was planning on stopping over at his house today, you wanna join me?" I offered, knowing seeing her would make Geoff's day, even if all he did was stutter and blush like an idiot.

"That would be great!" She beamed, and I grinned and slapped a hand down onto her shoulder, pausing in my backwards walking.

"You gotta car?"

She nodded.

"Sweet, you can drive us both, then."

"Dude, you look like crap." I said, upon entering Geoff's bedroom, where the boy himself was laying in his bed, sweating and shivering at the same time. Poor guy.

"I feel like it." He muttered, voice weak and scratchy.

"Well, I've got a surprise for you." I grinned, and whistled twice. A second later, Malibu stepped inside the bedroom, a kind smile on her face.

"Hey, Geoff."

I'd anticipated a million different ways this go could. However, him making a squeak and pulling his blanket over his head in an attempt to hide from her, was not one of them.

Bridgette blinked, and sent me a look, but I just shrugged.

"I won't bite, you know." Bridgette eased her way over to his bed and leaned over it, and he slowly pulled the covers from his face, and laughed, face flushed.

"Y-Yeah, I know. I just... don't want to get you sick, too."

I felt proud of myself. This was a start, at least. He'd talked to her.

Bridge dropped me off back at my house a few hours later, to which I was grateful. And, just as I expected, my Dad was waiting for me when I got home.

I'd almost made it to the stairs, where I'd be free to book-shit to the safe haven that was my bedroom. But of course, the gods hated me, and Dad called my name before I made it up the first step.

Very reluctantly, I walked into the living room and took a seat on the couch, across from my Father.

"Duncan, would you like to tell me why I got a report of a teenage boy with a green mohawk kicking some poor girl's licence plate in?" He asked stiffly, setting down the cup of coffee he'd been drinking, back onto the table.

I noticed Mom wasn't home yet; which proved once more, that the gods hated me. Normally, Ma would act as a buffer, whenever my Dad was pissed off at me. For example; I was sure he had wanted to send me straight back to Juvie for that smiley face prank, but Ma had calmed in down and convinced him of a much less severe punishment. With Ma not around, I was so screwed.

"Because the hairstyle's catching?" I responded, in my usual smart-ass way. Though it was blatantly obvious my stiff of a Father was no in way amused.

"You promised your Mother and I, that you wouldn't pull these kinds of stunts anymore! What on earth possessed you to put a dent in someones car?" He shouted at me, but I just rolled my eyes. Not like explaining to him how crappy my was life was currently would make a difference in my situation.

"Look, what do you want from me?" I deadpanned, arms crossed firmly over my chest.

My old man sighed, and rubbed his temples; while breathing in and out from his nose. It reminded me a lot of how Dolly had acted when I ruffled her feathers.

I really needed a name for this chick.

"Duncan." Dad's voice caught my attention again. "You've gotta shape up. In six months, you'll be eighteen. You won't be a kid anymore. And I certainly won't be putting up with your shit, the way I do now."

I had to bite my tongue to keep from spouting off some sarcastic remark that would just get me into even deeper trouble, later.

"You will pay for a new lisence plate, and deliver it to her house yourself, and apologize." He ordered, expression making it obvious I had no choice but to agree.

"Fine, fine." I muttered dismissively, and retreated upstairs, slamming my bedroom door shut as I went inside.

Maybe the chick would be someone hot. With a big rack.

I smirked to myself.