Chapter 6
It took most of the evening, but the two roommates managed to put away most of Courtney's things, as well as one large cheese pizza. Courtney even helped Gwen organize her side of the room . . . not that Gwen ever asked for her help, but she didn't want to start fight so soon after making up.
I can just move everything back later, Gwen thought as Courtney finished alphabetizing the goth girl's CD collection.
"Whoo!" Courtney exhaled as she wiped the sweat from her brow, her cheeks flushed from hours of hard work mixed with three bottles of Labatt.
"See, isn't this much better now that everything is organized?"
"Yeah, Courtney; sooo much better. How could I have been so foolish?" Gwen said sarcastically. "God forbid I leave my stuff out where I could actually find it, instead of having it meticulously organized on a shelf I'll barely use."
"Laugh all you want, but the whole point of this is to make it easier to find something you're looking for, instead of searching for an hour because you just 'left it out where you could find it.'" said Courtney, her fingers making little air quotes as she stumbled about, the alcohol clearly going to her head.
Still, it didn't stop the young coed from tossing back another cold one.
"Are we even allowed to have alcohol in the dorms?" Courtney asked as she stared into her bottle. "I don't want to get tossed out here on the first night. That RA's already gunning for us."
"It's a little too late to start asking about that, isn't it?" Gwen chuckled as she pointed to the pile of empties which littered the floor. "Besides, we're both over 18. That's legal in the province."
Normally, Courtney would have more to say on the matter, but with the delightful taste of the alcohol buzzing in her brain, who was she to complain?
"Hmm," Courtney shrugged as she finished off the last bottle before laying back onto her bed. "Seriously though, I remember you being a lot more tidy back during the show." She tossed the bottle aside and waited for the room to stop spinning.
"I think you picked up some bad habits from Duncan."
Gwen's body tensed. Her muscles tightened. The last thing she wanted to talk about was that insensitive prick.
Gwen sighed. "Oh, that asshole? I haven't seen him since he got arrested," she replied as calmly as she could.
"Oh right! I forgot about that!" Courtney laughed. "Whatever happened with that? Did they throw the book at him? Did he end up as some big prison guy's wife?"
Gwen couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Duncan in a wedding dress and make-up. "Unfortunately not. Last I heard, he worked out some kind of deal with the show. They'll probably make him do another season, or maybe have him work as one of the interns."
"Interning on Total Drama? I'd rather go to jail." Courtney laughed at her own bad joke as an uncomfortable silence took hold.
". . . So, you haven't talked to him since then? No phone calls? Nothing?"
"No, Courtney, I haven't spoken to Duncan. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. I'm just curious." Courtney stumbled to her feet. "It's just that you two were together for so long. Ever since . . ." Courtney trailed off.
"Ever since when?" Gwen asked. "Since you two broke up?"
"You mean since you stole him from me!"
"I did not steal him from you, Courtney! You were broken up!"
"We broke up because you got your filthy meat hooks in him!"
"I cannot believe we're having this conversation, again! Can't you just drop it? I'm not even interested in Duncan, anymore. Hell, I'm not even interested in . . ."
. . . in men.
"So you just tossed him away when you were done? Nice!" The buzzed Type-A accused. "What's to stop you from stealing the next guy I just happen to like?"
"I can't believe you!" Gwen shouted. "Why are you acting like such a bitch!?" The goth girl grabbed Courtney by the collar. "What more do I have to do to prove that I'm over him?"
"Get your hands off of me!" Courtney shoved Gwen away.
Gwen had had enough. She shoved Courtney back hard, pinning her against the wall.
Punch her! Gwen thought. Punch her right in her smug face!
Courtney struggled to break free as Gwen held her writhing body in place. Adrenaline coursed through the goth's veins as the two girls pressed against one another, their faces only inches apart.
Just punch her in the jaw! Slap her! Do something!
Gwen looked into Courtney's eyes, at her blushing cheeks, at her soft, pink lips. She listened to her soft moans as she struggled to break free. She could smell Courtney's scent in the air. It was sweet, addictive . . .
She wanted more.
Walk away! Just walk away! The rational part of her brain screamed as her body inched closer. Walk through the door and out of the room. For the love of God, whatever you do, don't-
And with that, Gwen grabbed Courtney and pulled her into a deep kiss.
. . . Shit.