AN: It seems this story is going over pretty well, huh? I hope you guys are enjoying it. Now, onto a tiny look into Geoff's mind!
Geoff's POV
I was finally feeling better, a week after giving Duncan the tickets. Let me tell ya, it sucked majorly to be sick.
I'd woke up this Monday morning, feeling right as rain again. I got dressed, ate breakfast, and was ready to head out the door. Ready to talk to Bridgette without having to dash to the bathroom before I barfed all over her.
Confident, I marched straight toward the door, with my hand on the handle. And then, I noticed it.
Letting out a sound half between a whimper and a growl, I glared out the window, situated above my exit.
Hail. It was hailing.
"Geoffrey? Aren't you heading to school? You're going to be late." My Mom said, slowly walking down the wooden steps behind me, housecoat clutched around her.
"Uh, you know what, I think I'm still feeling a little feverish..."
"Man up, Dude. Seriously." I could hear Duncan bark in my head. Psh, like he was one to talk. He was afraid of people-shaped lumps of cardboard!
"Maybe you should give it one more day." Mom suggested, standing beside me now, and reaching up to touch my forehead. "Oh, you don't feel warm."
I had never even told my Parents of my fear of hail. It was something I'd realized on my own, playing outside with my friends when I was seven.
Me and some dudes from my neighbourhood, had been riding around on the icy street during the winter, when I fell off my bike, and cut my knee up pretty bad. Then, it began to hail. Each little drop of ice-rain would bounce off my bleeding knee, leaving it stinging. I tried to cover it up, but the hail still got through. I had just wanted the stinging to stop. Small and deadly. Ever since then, it's always totally freaked me out.
But then, I remembered Bridgette's words from when she'd been visiting. "Come back to school as soon as you're better! Math class just isn't as fun without you around..."
As soon as I was better. Which was now. Sucking a deep breath, I focused my attention on the door before me, and without even pausing to say goodbye to my Mother, I threw the door open and marched outside. Bridge was worth it!
Of course, as soon as the first one hit me, I was reduced to a screaming girl, shouting, "Get them off! Get them off!" all the way down the driveway.
Duncan's POV
It was relieving to see Geoff pull up into the school parking lot, this morning. I'd missed seeing his big goofy smile around. This hell hole wasn't the same without him.
"Yo, Geoff!" I shouted to him when he exited his car, book bag thrown lazily over his shoulder. Upon spotting me, he shot me the same smile I'd missed.
"Hey, Dude!" He yelled back, before racing over to me, nearly slipping in the slush that covered the grounds, as he did. Come to think of it, it had been hailing earlier this morning. Wow, Geoff had actually braved it? I'd have to give him props, later.
"I've got big news." I grinned slyly, when he reached me, and we began walking through the entryway inside the school.
The cowboy clapped me on the back. "Do tell, D."
I chuckled. "I met Princess." I paused when Geoff's expression showed nothing but confusion." Er, Courtney. The girl from the café."
His mouth formed a little 'o' shape before he let out a loud whoop, capturing the attention of most kids loitering around the hallways. "That's awesome, Bra! Congrats! So, when's the wedding?"
I scoffed, in fake annoyance. "Please. As if I'd want to date that crazy chick, let alone marry her." I wasn't ready to tell anybody about just how much she ran through my head, or how much I was eagerly awaiting our next meeting with one another. Especially not Geoff. He may have been my buddy, but he couldn't keep a secret to save his life. Plus, I was embarrassed to even admit it to myself. I mean, we'd only had those two encounters. At the café, and then at her home. And yet, I thought about her more then anyone.
My response seemed to confused the boy all over again, but Bridgette rushing over to us, kept him from replying.
"Geoff! It's great to see you." She beamed at him, and his face flushed lightly, lips poised to speak, but no sound coming out.
God, he could be such a pussy.
Elbowing him roughly in the ribs, he seemed to figure out how to make words come out of his mouth again, and stuttered out a weak; "Yeah, you too, Bridge."
I smirked to myself, mouthed a 'Good luck' to Geoff, then made my way down the hallway again. I didn't want to be around for the train wreck that was nervous Geoff.
Nervous Geoff always seemed to say the wrong thing, or do something stupid, one way or another. Malibu seemed to bring out Nervous Geoff with a simple bat of the eye.
I felt sorry for the boy, because he sure as hell wasn't going to keep Bridgette around for very long, if he didn't get a handle on the part of him that blushed and stuttered out the worst thing possible, whenever she spoke to him.
Shaking my head, I cleared it of thoughts of the two blonds, in time to end up ramming into someone.
"Oh, my bad." I mumbled, about to lean over and pick up the books that had been dropped to the ground on impact, when I noticed a flash of teal from the corner of my eye.
"You couldn't just say hi like a normal person? You had to smack into me, instead?" Gwen teased me, joking smile in place.
I snatched up one of the text books from the floor, then playfully hit her in the shoulder with it, before handing it to the Goth. "Well you know me, I'm not exactly Mister Subtle."
She laughed, but really, I felt absolutely elated to see her again. Besides being my girlfriend, she'd also been one of my closest friends at school. Having her here made it almost feel like old times, again.
"Never thought I'd see your pasty face back here again. What gives?" I asked, once her scattered items were back in her arms.
"Mom finally agreed to let me come back to this school, when I told her my old school had more druggies then she could imagine." She replied, and I snickered.
"You lied just to see me? I'm touched."
She punched me in the arm, and smirked when I cringed. "Not just you, Mister Conceited. I've really been missing Bridgette and LeShawna, too."
Ah, yes. LeShawna. I respected her, really, but we tended to clash whenever near each other. By clash, I mean unbearably loud arguments, and death threats were always a certainty.
"I'm sure they've missed you too. Actually, Malibu is with Geoff, right over..." I trailed off, once I spun around to see the party-animal and surfer chick were no longer standing at the other end of the hall. "Never mind." I absently wondered if Geoff had already screwed up, and Bridge had stormed off, leaving him to chase after her.
Gwen grinned playfully at me. "Always the observant one, aren't you, Duncan?"
I stuck my tongue out at her. It was great to have her back.
Courtney's POV
The week so far, had been uneventful, which I felt quite grateful for. After that run in with the moronic Punk boy, I was pleased that my daily life hadn't changed.
Well, not that much, anyways.
"So, does seven sound good to you?" Nathan Harriot asked, sending me a dimpled grin, and I nodded, unable to control the matching smile that spread across my face.
"It's a date." I confirmed.
Nathan Harriot was probably one of the cutest guys in my school. Plus, he was smart enough to hold his own against myself, which was definitely saying something. All things considered, he was a well-manned young man, with a bright future. He had curly dark hair, and deep hazel eyes, high cheek bones, and a smile so white, you could practically see your reflection in them. Extremely gorgeous, and yet, the most modest boys I'd ever come across. I hadn't been surprised that he'd gotten offered to be a model by a bunch of difference agencies, however, what did astonish me, was that he'd turned every one of them down. Apparently, his plans were to become a successful doctor, as he found modeling to be a silly, un-practical job. "Because after all, looks fade." Had been his response, when I'd brought it up the other day.
And now, he was asking me on a date. I think the gods were rewarding me, for acting so calmly and level-headed with that neanderthal of a Delinquent, who's name shall not be spoken, or even thought.
"You've got to be the luckiest girl in the world." Chloe whispered to me, once Nathan returned to his seat.
I smiled at the red-head. "Let's just call it karma, for a good deed I did earlier this week."
Duncan's POV
"Man, we haven't done this in so long." I mused, slurping my Sprite loudly, to get Gwen's attention. She rolled her eyes, and grabbed the drink from me, stealing a drink from the straw. I chuckled to myself.
"Indirect kiss." I announced, smugly.
"And you wonder why I never liked going out to eat, with you. You're so immature." She pushed the drink back to me, and looked down at the menu of the Italian restaurant we were at.
It was always so easy being around Gwen. Natural, I guess you could call it.
"Ready to order yet?" I asked, and she just hummed in response, still scanning the choices. A bell chimed, signalling more people coming in, and as I glanced at the entryway, my stomach dropped at who walked in.
"Courtney?" I muttered to myself in disbelief, staring at the brunette. As usual, she looked amazing. A deep purple dress that fell below the knee, with her hair pulled into an elegant bun, and shimmering diamond earrings hung from each ear. God, she was beautiful.
However, a second later, the bell chimed again, and a preppy-ass rich kid stepped up to her side, giving her a kiss on the cheek. I clenched my teeth together. That bastard! Who the hell did that dude think he was, kissing her, when I hadn't even gotten the chance to talk to her, this week?
"Duncan? Are you alright? What are you staring at?" Gwen followed my line of sight, and raised an eyebrow. "A couple on a date?"
"They aren't a couple!" I snapped angrily, then frowned when Gwen looked a little hurt at my outburst. I sighed. "Sorry, it's nothing. Let's just order something."
She nodded mutely, and I watched as the two followed a waiter, walking in the opposite direction of us, and disappearing from my sight.
I pursed my lips unhappily. Was I seriously jealous? Over a girl I barely even knew? How pathetic.
"I need to take a leak. Be right back." I spoke quickly, sliding out from our booth, and walking toward the bathrooms on the other end of the restaurant. I paused, once I was sure Gwen couldn't see me, and took a seat in a booth near the couple, though hid my face with one of the large menus on the table.
Yes, I was pathetic, but I also wasn't going to let some private school mother fucker sweep Princess off her feet.
AN: Duncan spying on them on their date cannot end well, and we all know it. So, thoughts?