She's A Mean One, Miss Heather
"HEATHER!" Bridgette and Duncan both shouted. Heather sat calmly in her seat.
"Oh, I didn't expect to see YOU two here. What a cute couple—oh wait, you're not a couple. Oops. I think GEOFF might like to see THIS video." Heather said, holding an iPhone with a video playing on it. "Ooh, look, my favorite part: 'I'd rather be on a date with Chef!' You two are hilarious."
Bridgette fumed, and Duncan put a hand on her shoulder. "Look, Heather. You can use blackmail against me. You can send the video to my boyfriend. But I will NEVER do anything for you. You're just a cold-hearted brat that was spoiled rotten and I'm not going to let you get your way on this one. Leave my love life OUT of your life."
Heather started laughing. "You really are just ADRABLE. I'm not Courtney, honey. You think I'm doing this for MY good? No, I'm getting YOU farther in the competition. Without Romeo, Juliet wouldn't have died, correct? So you make it farther without Party Boy attached at your hip—or in your case, attached at the LIP."
Alejandro's face instantly morphed to an expression of confusion.
Duncan laughed. "Oh no way. This is the catfight of the century..." he teased.
Heather wasn't finished. "You've cheated on Geoff before, with MY boyfriend. What makes it different this time?"
Bridgette's cheeks reddened as Alejandro winked at her. "I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!" she screamed. A small tear escaped her eye. Duncan looked at Bridgette, who was like a sister to him, who didn't deserve any of this, and replied to Heather, "You know, she never did anything to you. Leave her alone."
The blonde looked at him, with a look of disdain. "I can fight my own fights. And that's none of your business." Bridgette grabbed the little boy's hand, turn around, and walked away.
Duncan walked after her, hurt by her cruel words. The little boy suddenly did something Duncan didn't expect: he reached fr his hand. Suddenly Duncan felt...different, and accepted the attempts.
He didn't know Bridgette had seen it all. A small smile came to her lips. I TOLD you you're a nice guy. You can try to cover it up with a mean veneer and piercings but inside there's really a tender-hearted marshmallow, she thought.
She leaned over and kissed his cheek, and he pretended not to care, but as soon as her head turned away his cheeks turned slightly pink.
We've had our differences, Blondie. But living in the past isn't as amazing as in the present.
And that wraps up chapter 9! Thank you so much courtneyfromtotaldrama for the amazing chapters! See ya next chapter!