OH MY GOD. I am so so so so so sorry for being late on publishing this. I've been so busy with my band and school! I promise to try and be faster with publishing chapters! I know you've all been waiting, so here you go! Please enjoy (:

Confused Feelings

Saturday morning was filled with thoughts of the night before. I had given my first kiss to Duncan, and so abruptly. Of course I liked it, but was it the right thing to do? I asked myself. Duncan was most certainly not the boy to bring home to parents. And maybe Duncan just wanted a hook-up; to get what he wanted and stop talking to me soon after.

I shook my head, I'm too young for this.

I went downstairs to eat breakfast before brushing my teeth. It was the morning, so I decided to do something active to jump-start my day. Plus, exercise relieves stress. So I put on a simple crème coloured sundress and went bike riding. I didn't pedal too quickly; I simply wanted to go around, from neighborhood to neighborhood at a calming pace.

The breeze was refreshing and the sun was warm on my skin. I was surprised at the fact that there weren't many cars driving around, but I suspected that it was because most people like to sleep in on a weekend morning. I took that opportunity to pedal quickly for a few seconds and then let physics do the work. While my bike sped down a suburban street, I closed my eyes for a couple moments- it was so relaxing.

"Hey you!"

My eyes shot open and I was startled to the point where I barely lost control of the direction my bike was going. I clutched the brake before ramming into a mailbox. My foot hit the ground then I turned my head around, my hands still on the handlebars. The person who yelled was a shirtless, lawn-mowing Duncan.

"Duncan?"

He turned off the mower and brushed off the grass that had flown and stuck to his torso. I spun my bike around by the front of it and walked with it to him. We both kind of just stood there with nothing to say, at first.

"So… You don't seem like the type to be mowing the lawn." I blurted out.

He shrugged, "My dad told me if I don't he'll make my life a living hell."

"Oh…"

"He's a cop so it wouldn't be hard for him." He scratched the back of his neck.

To be honest, I was trying really hard to not look at his chest. He was really fit, but its not like I was shocked; Duncan wasn't the type to just lay around all the time. I was sure he spent a lot of his time and energy on running from and to trouble.

"Do you mind putting on a shirt?"

"What? Too much for you to handle?" He inched closer.

I blushed and looked at his eyes, "Just put on a shirt, you're being indecent."

"Fine then."

He walked towards the door of his house and grabbed a dark teal shirt from the railing of his front patio. He put it on while walking back to me.

"Better?"

"Much better."

"Yeah, 'cause a clothed Duncan is better than a bare one, right?" He teased.

I 'hmphed' in disgust "Don't get too cocky, ogre."

"Whatever. So what were you doing riding a bike with your eyes closed?"

I was a little embarrassed that he had saw my small nirvana-ish moment I had thought to be private, "Just taking it all in."

He beamed a smile, "Right. Do you live around here?"

"Like I'm going to tell you where I live." I gripped the bike handle even more.

"I'm sure you would've been happy to tell me last night." He laughed.

"Nothing happened, got it?" I shook my index finger at him.

"Something did, and I'm not gonna forget any of it!"

There was no doubt in my mind that Duncan wasn't kidding. Something that still lingered in my mind though was his hostility towards me when we first met. Now he was bothering me about something completely different than that.

"Wanna come in?" He asked, breaking the silence.

I gave him a weird look. He should have known my answer to that would be negative. Going in his house would be a really bad idea, considering the circumstances. I didn't want to know what images could possibly be flowing through his dumb head.

"I won't try anything, I promise. Plus, it should be me who's scared since you're the one who kissed me."

"Oh come on!" That was completely unfair!

He grabbed my arm and let my bike fall on to his lawn. I didn't see why he couldn't just wait a couple seconds for me to put up my bike's kickstand.

"Hey! My bike!" I yelled as he pulled me into his house.

"It's not like it's broken and no one is going to steal from a cop's lawn." He said.

"Who's that, Duncan?" said a manly voice from somewhere in the house.

"Just a girl, leave me alone!" Duncan hollered, and then led me up the stairs.

He took me to a room full of band posters and wooden skulls.

"Could it be any more obvious that this is your room?"

"Don't hate. It's cozy."

"Righ-" I stopped when I saw the hideous creature crawling around in a glass cage next to his TV. Falling back on to his bed, I pointed in horror, "What the hell is that?"

"Oh that's my pet tarantula Scruffy. Isn't he cute?" He walked towards the cage.

"How is that in any way cute?" And don't you dare take that thing out, especially while I'm here!"

"What? You scared of lil' ol' Scruffy?"

"Ugh, how can someone not be scared of that?" I crossed my arms, still on his bed.

"Whoa whoa whoa! You're on my bed!"

"What?" I gave him a confused look.

"Are you trying to," he bent down, "seduce me?"

I stood up as fast as I could, "Don't be ridiculous!"

Duncan stared at me. I still didn't understand why I let him take me into his house, let alone his room. I also could not fathom the fact his dad didn't bother to check on what was going on up here.

"I'm just kidding." He looked to the side.

I looked away, too, pursing my lips, "So what did you mean by 'just a girl'?"

He looked at me, "Huh?"

"Before, your dad asked who I was and you said," I added finger quotations, "'just a girl'."

Duncan sat on his bed and layed back with his hands behind his head, "Hmm."

"Okay then." I rolled my eyes and was about to turn the knob of his door.

"Are you trying to ask me what you are to me?" He sat up.

"I don't know; this is all just too confusing."

He got up from his bed and walked to me. He shifted his eyes around and put his hands in his pockets. My initial response was to cross my arms and ridicule him but instead I just waited for what he had to say.

"I guess you're my girlfriend."

"Whoa!" I waved my hands in front of me, "When did I agree to this? Actually when did you ask me?"

"Okay princess do you want to be my girlfriend? You know, my significant other? Main squeeze? My bab-"

"I get it! Fine!"

"Awesome." He gave me a rock hand sign.

I managed to surprise myself when I agreed to that. My head was spinning out of control. I was afraid of what Heather and the others would think. Duncan was known to be the top troublemaker- a delinquent. Was I going to be shunned or smack-talked about?

"Just…" I looked to the side, "Don't tell anyone."

"Seriously?"

"At least not yet! You out of all people should know why."

"I guess." He shrugged.

"Anyways… I have to go. My parents think I'm just out riding my bike."

Duncan leaned on the wall, still facing me, "It's pretty early still, babe. Do you wanna do something tonight?"

"As long as you don't call me babe."

"Come by my house at seven then. By the way, try not to wear anything too girly."

"Why?"

"Nothing… you'll see."

I raised a brow, "Huh? What's that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing! Just go." He pushed me out of his room, "I'll see you later princess!"

I had almost stumbled onto the wall after he pushed me out. The nerve he had!

Is this how he treats his girlfriends?

Girlfriend.

GIRL.

FRIEND.

God damn, what have I gotten myself into?

Me: Did you like it? *puppy eyes*

You: *holds a pitchfork and a torch* "WHY DID YOU TAKE SEVEN YEARS TO PUT UP THE NEXT CHAPTER?"

Me: OTL "I'M SO SORRY"

Duncan: We got us a good ol' fashioned angry mob!

Me: Oh lawdy please no D: have mercy on my soul!