Here's the next chapter! Enjoy the read :3

Just My Luck

So I was doomed. The walk to school was kind of depressing. I really didn't want any enemies and it just had to be Duncan.

Maybe he'll forget all about it. Plus, what's the point in wasting time on me? I stopped to think.

Eyes closed, I nodded to myself. I took a deep breath and held it for ten seconds before letting it out. I needed to calm myself down and go to school with a straight mind. I opened my eyes.

OH SWEET JESUS!

I staggered backwards into a brick fence.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Duncan put his hand against the brick fence, as if to corner me, "You act like you just got out of a mental hospital."

I couldn't say anything; I was in shock. He came out of nowhere, and in the middle of me trying to calm down! So much for going to school with a straight mind.

"I'm talking to you. Why don't you talk back? Where's that spunk of yours now?" He teased.

"Get away from me." I finally said something.

"How about no."

"Okay. Well then while you're here, how about apologizing for calling me a bitch yesterday?"

"No way!" He removed his hand and took a step back, "You're the one who bumped into me!"

I crossed my arms and raised my voice, "It was a mistake! And I said I was sorry but you went and called me a bitch and told me to watch where I was going!"

"Then you took it back!" He pointed his finger at me.

I slapped his hand out of my face, "How could I not? You really are a jerk."

I walked off, my steps clearly showing my frustration.

Duncan called after me, "'Ey well, shut up!"

The nerve that kid has. What did his little talk with me even accomplish? Was that really all he had in mind to say or do?

I went to class, but I knew that he had the same first block as me (much to my disappointment). At least Heather would be in class with me. I sat down next to her in silence and got my materials out.

"Hey, you good?" Heather asked me.

Her question brought my furrowed face to attention, so I softened my expression up a bit, "Oh, yeah. I'm okay. It's just that jerk Duncan bothered me before I came to class."

"What?" She freaked out, grabbing me, "What did you do to make him bother you?"

"It's kind of a long story." I really didn't want to explain it.

"Courtney tell me what happened!"

"I bumped into him yesterday, I apologized and then he called me a bitch." I crossed my arms, "I got so mad that I bumped into him again and basically ran away from the school. That guy is scary."

"Jeeze. Well what can you expect from a guy like him right? Don't talk to him anymore."

It was at that moment when I realized Duncan walked into the classroom. He had heard Heather telling me to not talk to him anymore. I took this opportunity to make sure he knew how I felt.

"Yeah, why would I want to talk to a dick like that?"

I turned my head to face the front of the classroom, but my eyes were still a bit focused on Duncan. His brow was creased and he was leaning back on his chair with arms crossed. I didn't understand why he had the right to be angry. After all, I didn't do anything wrong, he was the one doing the terrorizing.

Mrs. Reddish hit the board with her ruler, "Alright kiddos, today we're going to work on our first project: painting a collage. You're going to get into groups of four and each of you will have a corner on a large canvas. You'll have to paint something on your corner that represents yourself. And don't forget to mesh the individual paintings together in the middle."

She went to her desk and pulled out a hat from one of the drawers. Walking towards the first desk on the far right of the class, she set down the hat.

"Each of you is going to take a number. Whoever has your number is in your group. Don't worry, I may be an art teacher but I can still count so, all of you will have a group to be in."

She went from student to student, each of them taking a little piece of paper out of the black suede hat. Mrs. Reddish would say their number aloud so the students paying attention could know their group members earlier. I ran my fingers through my hair multiple times- it was my anxiety mechanism. The hat came to Duncan and the teacher said his number aloud: 5.

For the love of god and all that is holy please don't let me have the same number as Duncan.

When it got to me I closed my eyes and took one of the papers out of the hat. When I opened them, I took a look at Duncan, locked my eyes with his, and then crushed the little paper in my hand. The universe was not on my side that day; I had gotten his number. Just my luck. He smirked a little, aware of what had just happened. He stood up and came over to me and sat in Heathers seat, which was now empty since she went to her group.

"Why don't you wipe that smirk off of your face before I do it for you."

He waved his hands around, "Hey, no need to be mean. I'm your group member! We've gotta work together."

"Heh, very funny." I pointed at him, "You? Work?"

"I like this class, why do you think I'm in it?"

"Because it's an easy A."

"Like I care about that." He retorted.

"Whatever." I turned to our other group members, "Hi, I'm Courtney."

The boy in front of me smiled, "I'm Justin."

"And I'm Trent," said the other one.

Cool. A group filled with boys.

I got up to get one of the canvases and sat back down, placing it on the table.

"Well, uh, I guess we all take a corner and start?" I decided to keep things going.

"Yeah, what are you going to paint?" Trent asked.

"Not sure yet," I scratched the side of my face, "Maybe a violin."

"Oh, you play?"

I smiled, "Mhm."

"You should join the music club, I'd like to hear you play sometime."

I looked at Duncan and he was already painting something, ignoring the conversation.

Maybe he really does like this class.

Then I noticed he was painting a skull, "Really? A skull, Duncan?"

He looked up, "Yeah. They're cool."

"And that represents you?" Justin asked.

"They're cool, scary, and part of the human body. We've all got a skull in us, so why not?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Right."

"'Ey, I'm not saying anything about your stupid violin."

"It's not stupid! It's a beautiful instrument and a dope like you could never be able to play it."

"Like I'd want to anyways. I'd rather hear you play it." He winked.

I backed away in repulsion, "No way would I play for you!"

Justin and Trent looked at each other for a couple seconds, and then just laughed. I whiplashed my head to the two boys and gave them a glare.

"What's so funny?"

"You two sure fight a lot." Justin stated.

I scoffed and got to work on my part of the collage.

Me: Looks like we've got some more conversation between Courtney and Duncan this time!

You: I wonder what will happen as their relationship progresses :0

Me: You're gonna have to stay tuned to find out :p

Courtney: I see bloodshed.

Duncan: And I see you, baby ;)

Courtney: BACK AWAY FOUL BEAST!