Duncan's POV

"Dude, I don't know about this. I don't think it'll work." Geoff mumbled hesitantly, as me and him watched Courtney's Ma walk down an aisle of the grocery store. I gave the party-boy a quick look.

"It will work, trust me. Now, she's coming this way, just follow me lead." I hissed, then, as soon as she began to pass us with her shopping cart, I spoke again, loud enough for the woman to easily listen in. "So yeah, I heard three dudes got busted for drug possession at that Rockwell Private School." I smirked to myself as I saw her stumble a step in shock.

"I know, right? First at Morgan Crest High, now at that Private school? It's getting so bad, Bro." Geoff threw in, shooting me a grin, before continuing. "Glad our school hasn't had any of that. It's probably one of the most drug free."

I had to choke back a laugh, because I knew just how untrue that was. "I hear ya, Man."

"Um, excuse me..."

Geoff and I both looked at the woman, who smiled tentatively at us both. For a Mom, she didn't look half bad. She had Courtney's same Hispanic skin tone, and dark eyes, full of authority and confidence. However, her hair was wavy and black, unlike Court's brown hair.

"What can we do for ya, Ma'am?" Geoff chirped, looking as pure and sweet as possible. I had to hand it to Geoff, he had this uncanny ability of making people instantly believing him innocent. He could of ran over a kitten, grinned, and everyone would wave it off.

"Are you sure about that drug outbreak? At Rockwell?" She asked in return, chewing on her lip in what I imagined to be nervousness. Hook, line, and sinker.

"Yeah, it was all over the news this morning." I piped up, and she look at me, then back at Geoff.

"Alright, well, thank you. Oh, and what school do you two go to?" I had to keep myself from happy dancing right then and there.

"Fraser Ridge, Ma'am." My blond bud replied to her Mom, who nodded, and made her way down the aisle.

As soon as we were outside, I gave Geoff a fist pump. "If she's anything like Courtney, she'll overreact, and pull Court from that damn private school faster then we can blink."

"And if she comes to our school and finds out it was you who got her transferred?" Geoff questioned.

"She screams at me, and/or kicks my ass, then we move on with life."

Courtney's POV

Today had been a great day. I'd spent a few hours with Nate at his house, mostly doing homework, but I'd be lying if I said that was all we did. He was such an amazing boyfriend, I just couldn't believe it. We were the talk of the school, and my life just couldn't of been more perfect!

Yeah, until I made it home, and Mom decided to drop a bomb on me during dinner.

"I'm transferring you out of Rockwell."

I stared at me Mom wide-eyed, from across the dinner table. No way. She wasn't serious.

"Ha ha, Mom. Very funny." I muttered, scooping up another fork-full of spaghetti, but the look she was giving me made me drop my fork back down onto my plate. "Y-You're not kidding."

"I've already filled out the paper work. It's for your own good, Sweetheart. Now, you may still date Nathan, but-"

"Mom, why?" I cut her off, feeling my eyes burn with very rare on-coming tears. "Rockwell is an amazing school! You went through so much just to get me in!"

"I heard about some boys being arrested for drug possession." She replied calmly, taking a sip of her red wine, leaving me to stare at her in horror.

"No one got arrested, what are you talking about?" I demanded, thoroughly confused.

"Courtney, Honey, I know those boys were probably your friends so you would want to defend them-"

"You aren't listening! No one got arrested! There was no drugs!" I shouted, standing from my chair now.

"Do not raise your voice to me, young lady. Besides, like I said before, the paper work is already filled out. You will be going to Fraser Ridge Public High School, starting tomorrow."

Public School? No. This wasn't happening to me.

I took a deep breath, then narrowed my eyes at my Mother, and spoke in a low tone. "Who told you about these so called drugs?"

She pursed her lips, trying to recall. "Ah, yes, I over heard these two boys talking about it earlier today, at the super market. A blond wearing a cowboy hat, and a punk-looking street kid."

All the former sadness I felt, all the confusion and frustration at the news my Mom had just delivered, was all replaced in one big burst, by anger. I was seeing red.

I stomped up to my bedroom, and slammed the door shut as hard as I could upon entering.

I was going to kill him.

Griding my teeth together in mute frustration, I stared down at my cell phone, and smirked to myself.

Duncan's POV

I couldn't believe it, when our homeroom teacher told us we'd be getting two new students today. My plan had worked that quickly? Man, how good was I?

I knew one of the new students had to be Princess, so whoever the second kid was didn't really matter to me. Thinking of Princess had me smirking to myself, and wondering what he reaction had been when her Mom told her she'd be switching schools.

Probably lots of screaming involved.

Maybe if I was lucky, she'd lost her voice with all the yelling I'm positive she did, and she would have no vocals left to yell at me. If she even found out I was the cause of her sudden switch.

However, my thoughts were cut short, when the door swung open, and my mood instantly dropped.

Yep, Princess was here. But so was her model of a boyfriend. She definitely found out.

Fuck!

She walked to the front of the class with the boy, and shot me such a smug grin, I wanted to bang my head against the desk before me. Why had I not thought of this before?

"Alright everyone, this is Courtney Callahan, and Nathan Harriot. Everyone make them feel welcome." Mr. Westley spoke up, before gesturing to a couple seats in the back.

Courtney and Nathan -such a gay freaking name- walked past me, and again, I felt smugness radiating off the brunette female in waves.

Psh, as if one brainiac model was going to stop me from claiming her as mine.

Still, this was a bit of a set back, and I'd need to come up with a new strategy now.

Courtney's POV

Again, Nathan proved what an amazing boyfriend he was, by agreeing to move to Fraser Ridge with me. I couldn't wait to see Duncan's face, when he saw the little flaw in his poorly organized plan. Of course, I didn't want to tell Nathan that the mohawk wearing boy from our first date, was the reason to my transfer in the first place. It would complicate things too much.

"So, nervous?" Nate asked me, arm wrapped cozily around my shoulder as we stepped out of the car and into the fresh falling snow. So romantic.

"No, not really." I answered easily, and it was the truth. I mean, as much as I was going to miss my lovely school, I'd be fine, as long as Nathan was with me.

When we finally entered the class that would be our homeroom, Duncan's expression was everything I'd imagined it to be. He looked surprised for a moment, then down-right ticked.

Just to rub salt into the wounds, I gave him a smug smile that I knew he caught, as he scowled in response.

The teacher introduced us both to the class, then we made our way to our seats.

I could feel Nate staring at me, so I looked at him curiously; raising an eyebrow. "Are you alright?"

"Isn't that the guy from the restaurant?" He asked, looking directly at the back of Duncan's head, now.

I sighed. "Yeah, I guess it is. Just my luck, he'd be at the school I get assigned to."

Nate smiled gently at me, and reached over to squeeze my hand comfortingly, before focusing back on the teacher.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could faintly see Duncan watching us. I turned my head, and we locked eyes for a moment.

He lifted his hand to his lips and kissed it, then pretended to blow a kiss at me. I looked at Nate in alarm, but he was still following the teacher.

I knew Duncan had some sort of bizarre infatuation with me, -I mean, why else would he go to such great lengths to get me to go to his school?- but if he thought he was going to ruin my relationship with Nate, he had another thing coming! There was no way I was going to let that happen.

I knew as I gave him a sharp glare, and he smirked in return, we were thinking the exact same thing.

The game is so on.

AN: So, a little bit of a shorter chapter this time. But don't worry, lots of drama will come, next time! Remember to review!