AN: You guys have all been so supportive, and I'm really glad you're liking this story! I'm having a lot of fun with it, too! So, onto chapter three!

Courtney's POV

I ended up being twenty minutes late for school, that morning, after having to wait for thirty minutes before I could inform the police of the stupid jerk's crime. I should of just stayed in bed today.

The day proceeded to get worse and worse, as it went. There must of been a rift in time, or something. The world had been flipped upside down. Because somehow I forgot we had Science homework due that day. It was the first time I'd ever not done my homework, and it left me feeling pissed and disappointed in myself. It was all his fault!

Once home from school, I made sure to start on my homework right away, leaving no question un-done, or page un-read.

"Courtney, you have a phone call!" I heard my Mother shout from downstairs, before coughing. I winced. I'd forgotten to get her some cough medicine this morning. She must of caught that awful flu spreading. I wished Daddy wasn't off in Colorado, on business. Not that I minded taking care of my Mom, I just had so much on my mind, right now.

It ended up being the police man I'd talked to before, on the phone, who informed me his son -it completely baffled me that a police officer could have a son as rotten as the Punk was- would pay for a new licence plate and bring it over. I insisted without hesitation that it wasn't necessary for him to bring it over, -I really didn't want to have to speak to that cretin again- but the man informed me it was no trouble. Reluctantly, I agreed to letting his son come over tomorrow, after school. Once we said our goodbyes, and I hung up the phone, I just felt like collapsing into the nearest sofa and sleeping for days. The thought of that unpredictable boy knowing where I live made me shudder. I'd have to convince my Mom to move out of Ontario, and into Montreal, or something, as soon as he left.

Duncan's POV

"Come on, Ma. Why can't he bring it to her?" I complained, as Ma had finally come home that ridiculously long day.

"He's not the one who broke it, Sweetie." She said, ruffling my hair, before fluttering around the kitchen to get dinner started.

"But what if she's like, some crazy bitch?" I asked, scowling.

"Language, Mister."

I sighed. Truthfully, I'd changed my mind about it not being too bad, as soon as Geoff called and said he had tickets for the new Alien Chunks movie, premiering tomorrow, as soon as school was out. He also told me he was already feeling a lot better. I wondered briefly if Bridgette had somehow cured him, with her voice alone. Either way, we were both heading to that movie tomorrow, no matter what.

Geoff didn't look a hundred percent better, like he said he was. Actually, he still looked sick as a dog. Apparently Bridgette's magical voice had only healed him temporarily.

"Bro, I really think you should just go home. I think you might actually look worse, today." I piped up, as I met up with him outside the entrance, the next morning.

"Nah, I'm fine, D. And I'm totally pumped to see Alien Chunks two, today! It's gonna be amazing!"

I couldn't keep myself from snickering. "Geoff?"

"Yeah?"

"You're talking to a plant."

Geoff blinked in surprise, rubbing at his eyes, that seemed to be very unfocused. I lightly took hold of his shoulders and spun him around to face me, and felt his forehead. He had a major fever, still. I can't believe his parents actually let him leave the house! And drive! Jeez, I bet if I walked back to his house, I'd find at least a couple animals he ran over, or some mail boxes he'd crashed into. In his condition, I was surprised he made it here in one piece.

"You really need to go home. I'm gonna bring you to the nurses office." Geoff nodded mutely, seeming to find it hard to stand straight, any longer. I practically dragged him through the school to the nurses office, where she told me she'd call someone to drive him home. Before I left, he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of my black hoodie.

"Dude, here," He reached into the pocket of the jeans he was wearing, and pulled out the tickets to the movie. "I guess I'm not going. You should, though. Maybe someone else'll go with, ya."

I smiled. I felt a bit guilty, but he told me not to worry about it. We could see it together another time.

Poor Geoff. But man, I couldn't wait to see the movie.

Courtney's POV

Throughout the whole morning, I was fidgety and couldn't concentrate. I just couldn't believe the jerk, who'd I'd almost succeeded in forgetting about, was going to show up at my house. Was it wrong that I wished I'd run him over with my car when I'd had the chance?

"Courtney, psst. You okay?" My closest friend, Chloe, whispered softly from the desk beside me. "You're totally zoning out. Very unlike you."

I gave her a quick nod, silently telling her everything was fine, before turning to face the teacher. However, as he kept talking, I could only hear his voice.

"Hey, Baby Doll!"

Duncan's POV

"Ma- Ma I will- Ma, I'll get it to her, dammit!" I shouted, finally snapping my phone shut in frustration. Somehow, she'd figured out I was planning on ditching the girl's plate in a bush somewhere, and going to see the movie. Did all Mothers have like, a sixth sense, or was it just mine?

The movie started in ten minutes. I glanced down at the directions on a sheet of paper my Dad had left for me, and growled. Either because the drive there would take me at least fifteen minutes from where I was now, -the school parking lot- or because she was one of those people, I didn't know. She lived in the upper part of town. She was one of those snooty, spoiled girls, who got everything they asked for, and went to elite, private schools.

"Fucking rich kids." I muttered under my breath, before getting into my car that I'd been allowed to have back, but only to drop off the stupid licence, then go straight back home.

I guess I wasn't watching Alien Chucks Two, after all.

I sped a little faster then normal, gripping the steering wheel with enough force that I could feel it almost flex under my hands.

It was gonna throw that chick her licence plate, then be out of there as fast as I could.

I arrived at a large, gated home, and felt my aggravation grow just by being parked outside of the house. Dad actually wanted to make me pay for the licence plate? She could of probably bought three freaking new cars with the money she must of had!

I took a deep breath, before stepping out of my midnight blue Chevy truck, slamming the door shut and marching up to the gate, which opened as I walked up to it. I guess the girl was expecting me.

I'd walked up the gravel driveway, feeling more and more disgusted with their fancy home as the seconds passed. I only got the chance to knock once, before the door swung open.

And then... I was shocked. Totally speechless.

"I-It's you!" I exclaimed un-intelligently. In response, she pursed her lips, eyebrows furrowed, already seeming ticked off by my very presence.

It was her. Miss Dolly. The one I'd been thinking about -as much as I hated it- for the past month.

Except, her hair was no long curled, but instead fell into a light wave at her shoulders, and her face wasn't painted with a thick layer of make-up, and there were no frills or signs of pink on any of the articles of clothing she was wearing. A pair of hip hugging white capri pants, and a grey sweater-vest over a short sleeved white button up shirt. It was no short dress or anything...

But damn, she was still sexy as hell.

I swallowed once, regaining my composure and charm, then looked her up and down, much to her discomfort. "Guess I need a new nickname for you now, huh, Princess?" I clicked my tongue, smirking. "Oh, I think I just got one."

Oh, yeah. I hit the nail on the head, alright. Her house seemed as large as a castle, anyway. I wondered if she had guard dogs around...? Suddenly, the anger, disgust, and maybe a bit of envy, completely evaporated. Maybe this was one spoiled rich kid I wouldn't mind hanging around.

She scoffed in what seemed to be utter revulsion. "Princess? Are you kidding me? My name is Courtney, understand, moron? C-O-U-R-T-N-E-Y." She spelt out each initial, fury dripping from each letter.

Courtney. Mm, yeah. Defiantly sounded like a Princess to me. Princess Courtney. It fit nicely.

"Well, Courtney," It felt weird, finally having a name for the mysterious girl. "I'm Duncan."

Courtney didn't look the slightest bit interested in learning my name, as she stuck her hand out expectantly, impatience clear on her features. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Give me my stupid licence plate, you jackass!" She shrieked, and I chuckled, suddenly having no desire to leave. She had a great set of lungs. I wondered how loud I could really make her scream...

I lifted the metal plate above her head, very pleased at the fact that I was so much taller then her. She snarled in frustration, jumping for it, but was just an inch too short to grab a hold of it. Quite amused with our game, I hadn't notice her sock-covered foot, until it connected with my groin.

I released the metal and fell to the ground, all at once. By the time I could feel my kiwis again, I noticed Courtney had shut the door. Figures.

At the moment, I sort of felt like a drug addict, who had been almost completely off the drugs he took, but then got another shot, and was hooked all over again.

I knew if I knocked, she wouldn't answer. So for now, I'd give her some space. It didn't matter to me. I knew her name, and where she lived. I'm sure even her next door neighbour would know her last name, so that wasn't a problem, either.

Did that sound as much like a stalker as I thought it did?

Courtney's POV

"Princess. Princess. Princess. Argh!" No matter how many different ways I said it, each result ended up with me being angrier then the first. Princesses were spoiled brats, who were afraid to break a sweat. Duncan had no idea how hard I worked, or how much crap I had to put up with! And I was no ones damsel in distress!

I threw the new licence plate onto the couch without much care, and ground my teeth together in chagrin. I rushed over to my CD player and threw in the first classical music disk I could get my hands on. Soon, the sweet sound of the calming music enveloped me, managing to help sooth my anger for the time being.

"What am I getting so worked up for?" I mumbled to myself, falling back onto my purple comforter, and hugging my favourite pillow to my chest. "I'll never have to see him again, now. Case closed."

The thought helped diminish the rest of my simmering rage, and I was able to curl up and quickly fall asleep, suddenly feeling very drained.

Having to put up with a manner-less Punk would do that to a person.

AN: So, thoughts? Duncan finally got to officially meet his little doll. But, ohohoho, don't assume the drama is over yet! There is much more to come, my friends. Review~