Mixed Emotions...
Heather and Alejandro almost burst out laughing at the sight of the two, as well as the little girl and boy who accompanied them.
"See Al, THIS is revenge. Bridgette is eventually going to flip at Duncan, and her secret 'accidentally' gets spilled to Geoff. I'm kind of sick too see them sucking face anyways. So Geoff finds out, he most likely breaks up with her, she's devastated and practically out of the competition."
"I have a slight feeling of doubt about this plan, Heather..."
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"Where are they? Oh, I'm so going to die! Their mom is going to KILL me an she's right there! Why couldn't I have kept a closer eye on them? What is wrong with me?" Bridgette panicked.
"Bridge. Calm down. Part of it...was my fault." Duncan tried. It pained him to say it.
"No, I'm the babysitter. Or I WAS! Panic!" Bridgette tied her hair back in a ponytail and fastened the elastic on her wrist around it. Duncan seemed slightly disappointed.
"Okay, so here's the layout," Bridgette said, grabbing a napkin and pulling lipstick out of her purse. "We started with the kids at the table, right? And then while we were talking they must have snuck away. So we've checked the bathrooms, the parking lot, and even in the kitchen. On an unrelated note I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out." she addressed as she drew a map of the restaurant. "So where have we NOT checked?"
Duncan twirled around in his hand. "The roof?" he said sarcastically.
"Stop that! You're going to hurt someone with that thing! And be serious." Bridgette replied. She put her hand on top of his and took his knife. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"So what do you suggest we do, Blondie?" Duncan asked.
"Sugar. It's every kid's weakness. We offer them sugar, then they'll immediately come."
"You sound like you've thought this through, Malibu."
"Well maybe I've had to do it before."
"Really?" Duncan asks in awe.
"No, not really, you moron! Order some kind of dessert. I'll be searching. And nothing with coffee in it! They'll go nuts!"
"Can I or-"
"No. Something with a lot of chocolate. If my parents wouldn't allow me to eat it then don't order it." Bridgette said, implying that she also meant nothing that was only allowed 18+ year olds.
Duncan sighed and picked up his knife. "I'm guessing you want some kind of chocolate cake then..." he said, eyes rolling.
"Exactly. Order. I'll double-check the bathrooms and kitchen." Bridgette answered.
Duncan sighed as he heard the noises of her heels walking away. He was scared to admit it but he loved the way she could take control of a situation, no questions. Kind of like Chef Hatchet, if you thought about it. But prettier and blonde. Nice move, moron. Compare her to CHEF, why don't you? He thought and face palmed himself. I'm turning into Geoff. Oh my god, was the second thought to his mind.
He ordered the cake and thought about his straightforward attitude. She was probably the one wearing the pants in her relationship...and literally. He was honestly shocked she wore a dress tonight. What was up with that? Did she just want to be nice or for other reasons? He sighed. Who am I kidding, Lindsay probably forced her into that thing. She'd never do it on her own. She's one of the guys, practically. She'll compete in our burping contests, and sometimes WIN, she'll hang out with us on a daily basis, but for whatever reason she refuses to torture that skinny little dorkwad Harold with the rest of us. Maybe it's about the jellyfish pond. GET OVER IT, it was ONE thing. And she thinks I'm a 'nice guy'. Stupid Courtney. But tonight she looks really...wow. But we're just friends, even if she is pretty...and on a date with me. I wonder how often she does this? He thought as his brain darted randomly from thing. Do I...LIKE her? No. Just...no. Maybe I might. No. She's Gwen's best friend. Just no. Wait... is that HEATHER?
Bridgette started walking in slow motion to hear the sounds of her shoes on the tile. She started giggling because it probably looked ridiculous. She wasn't much for wearing heels so she didn't hear that noise too often. Honestly, she...kinda liked the noise. She thought about how strict she was at the table and sighed. Was I too harsh? Oh, I hope not! She thought. She started twirling the end of her ponytail around her finger and immediately stopped. Really Bridgette? What was all of THAT? You. Have. A. BOYFRIEND. Why is it so easy to tell Noah but so hard to tell myself? She sighed. Do I...LIKE him? No...oh my god, I guess I kinda do! GAH! EWWWWW! Stupid hormone-crazed girl brain! Get...OUT! Bad thought! Get out! ...I have a feeling people are staring at me...
She looked around and noted that there were in fact people staring at the girl pounding her fist into her head, but in her defense she had a perfectly good reason...it was a good reason, right? Yeah. It's perfectly fine. I. DO. NOT. LIKE. DUNCAN. With those...blue eyes and the fake tough guy attitude...NO! I DON'T! NO! ...What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking this? I don't like him, right? So what's up with these thoughts?
"BRIDGETTE!" she heard, but maybe it wasn't directed towards her. "HELLO? BRIDGETTE? Malibu! I think I saw something!"
Yep, that one's for me.
"What's up with you, genius?" she said as she got back to the table.
"Bridgette...I...oh my god. I think I saw someone..."
"Was it one of the kids?" She asked hopefully.
"No, but it was H-"
"Who?"
"Stop cutting me off. I think I saw H-"
"HEATHER!Oh my god, Duncan, I see Heather! Maybe it's a contact lens malfunction but I see her!"
"You wear contacts?"
"Shut up."
"Gladly."
Why am I letting her control me like this? came to Duncan's mind. His brain answered for him. Because you LIKE her, moron. Not as much as Gwen, granted, but you like her.
What was that? He totally just agreed with me! Does he like me? No, not a chance. I mean, neither do I...haha...oh my god. No no no! Not this again! I. DO. NOT. LIKE. DUNCAN! Oh crap,i think I might...not as much as Geoff, of course. Nothing could ever break us apart. Bridgette thought.
Could it?