Geoff was a really nice guy. Although that might not seem like me, I respected him for it. Even though I'm an unbelievable bad boy, most other bad kids were all self centered and crap. I didn't hang out with selfish people. Geoff was the total opposite. Really, when I needed a pencil, a folder, and a binder in math, he gave it all up without any hesitation. Of course, that's where Geoff's slow side came in. It had taken him about ten minutes to say "But what will I use then?"

He seemed to be one of those popular guys. But the funny thing was that he liked everybody, and everybody liked him. Whoever wasn't in a bad mood at least. Anyway, if they were in a bad mood, Geoff seemed to have the power to change that quickly.

While he was nice, he had the biggest prankster side to him. All day he told me about how he and DJ, this guy I had yet to meet, had made many pranks in this school. Ah, Pranks. You have to love them. Although flooding the cafeteria at my old school seemed to be a great success in my book, it was yet to be the best. I wasn't going to plan my life on it, but I knew one day, that I would. Geoff seemed to feel the same way.

This is why, over the course of an hour, Geoff and I had become best friends. That's the good thing about guys, they just become friends. Girls, however, are a whole different story. One particular girl who just wouldn't seem to budge floated around in my mind. What was up with the chick?

Not one nice word the whole day. Just more insults. Not that I didn't like seeing her nose scrunch up and her face get all red from embarrassment and anger. What I didn't like was getting slapped in the face, I was very sure that the left side of my face was going to be red for a few more hours. Princess packed a punch.

Geoff had that big grin on his face as we exited the school. "You see him right there?" I looked to where he was pointing.

"You mean the nerd? Red hair?" I said.

He nodded yes, eyes narrowing with happiness.

Oh god. This guy looked weak. He was a skinny little kid, yet about as tall as me. He was wearing some sort of blue shirt with a planet on it, and nerd shorts. His glasses were a green color, so I had no idea how he could see a thing. He was terribly pale, and had freckles all over his face. "Don't tell me that is the DJ guy you've been talking about all day."

"What?" He said, as if I had just gone insane, rolling his eyes. "No, that's not DJ. That's the guy who all of our pranks revolve around. Harold." He snickered a bit, as if remembering the good times.

"Hmm." I said. Devilish plots went through my head, what I could do to this guy, Harold. He looked like an easy target all around, so I thought about everything- hot sauce in his lunch, tripping him in the halls. But that was armature crap. If I really wanted to prank him, it would take some good planning time.

"There's DJ." He said, interrupting my thought process. I looked around, but he wasn't looking in any particular direction. "DJ!" he said.

Then a big dark guy came up to us. Wow. He was big. He was tall. And very, very muscular. My eyes widened in pure amazement, and the really creepy feeling of what might happen to my fingers if he shook my hand as a friendly greeting... and was a little bit more forceful than I expected."Hey Geoff." He then looked at me with a smile. "Who's your friend?"

I was kind of hypnotized at just how huge he was. "The name's Duncan." I said, composing myself, snapping out of my earlier trance. This guy seemed fine, not one to beat me to the floor. "I suppose you're DJ?"

"Yeah." He said real friendly, smiling. "Glad to meet you. Nice 'hawk." He said, glancing at my head.

We touched knuckles. "Thanks man." This DJ kid was pretty cool. I could get used to hanging around with these guys. Both of them were fairly nice people.

"Well, DJ," Geoff said, "Duncan here already has his eyes on someone. And it's his first day." He elbowed me, smirking and gesturing for me to tell him. No way. I wasn't budging. I didn't even like her. A large scowl formed on my face, so Geoff stopped nudging me, but he still had that look.

"Oh really?" DJ said with a smile plastered on his face. "May I ask who this little lady is?"

I scoffed. "Oh, come one, I was just teasing, nothing really going on. You would know if I was actually flirting." I knew who he was talking about. I didn't like her that much. Just a little bit. Really little.

Oh stop lying to yourself. Stop lying to your friends! You know you like her!

I hated when my thoughts turned against me. I hated it when I argued with myself. It just happened sometimes. It happened a lot when I chose to do something bad and my little voice in my head would say, 'Don't do it Duncan!' I ignored it most of the time, but this time it was hard to do so. This time, I couldn't deny it. Imagine this: A voice in my head and I, beating the shit out of each other. That's technically what happens a lot. Usually the voice is right, while at other times it's wrong. It was a hard determination this time though.

So Geoff answered for me while I was stuck in my little fight with myself. "Courtney." He said. "He's been hitting on her all day. She acts like she doesn't like him, but… I think she loves him." At the word love, Geoff droned it out.

I had to smirk. Princess did have the hot's for me. I knew that for sure. Why else would she feel so bad when she smacked me? And I saw her looking at my butt, even if she was thinking of kicking it right then, she had looked!

DJ seemed amused. "Courtney. She's nice. Really pretty, too." I felt a bit jealous at the last comment (if you can call blood rising in temperature so fast you think you started sweating a little bit jealous), but didn't show it. "I think you and her are good together."

"Oh? Well…" I sighed. "Princess doesn't really feel the same way." I blew out a long breath. "People don't hit you when they like you." I hated feeling so sympathetic for myself, but it was probably true. I just annoyed the piss out of her, was all.

Geoff put his hand on my back. "I can tell she digs you man. If Courtney didn't like you, she would ignore you." Geoff laughed a little, making his hair shake. "But apparently, she's probably talked to you more than she's talked to me and DJ through the whole time we've known her."

I still wasn't convinced. "Guy's, she doesn't like me. I was the one following her around. See, if I leave her alone, she won't-"

Then I saw her coming out of school. She waved to her friends- what were their names? Danielle and Bridgette, but I had no idea which was which. Anyway, she gestured for them to come over to her. When they finally got beside her, Courtney began to talk quickly to them, cupping her hand over her mouth as to not let anyone here what she was saying. This only seemed to intrigue me more to find out what she was talking about.

After Courtney finished talking, the blonde giggled, while the other girl burst out laughing. What? I didn't understand. Courtney face got really red, and she rolled her eyes at them both. I saw her mouth the words 'It's not funny!'

"Duncan?" said DJ.

Geoff waved a hand in front of my face. "Dude?"

I pushed his hand out of my face, not taking my eyes off Courtney. The two girls both finally got over their laugh attack, and stood beside Courtney, while still giggling furiously. Then, they began walking toward us.

I thought that she might turn a corner, and begin to walk the other way. But no, she kept in our direction. Why? I don't know. But as the smirk on my face grew larger, her scowl grew to infinity.

She then arrived to be face to face with me, narrowing her eyes at me. Rolling my eyes playfully, I chuckled. "So, Princess, come to see me again?" I smirked happily.

The freckles on her face stood out from her red face. "I know you took it." She hissed, wagging her finger in front of my face, which made me go cross-eyed and back up a bit.

Shaking my head, I frowned. "What are you talking about?" I really didn't understand. "I didn't take anything."

"Of course, you, a delinquent, would deny it."

The blonde cut her off, giggling a bit. "Listen, Duncan." She had to stop to take in a steady breath to sound serious, instead of sounding like someone who just swallowed some laughing gas. "We know you stole Courtney's calculator- you're the only one who didn't have one in class today."

DJ stepped up. "Bridgette, why would Duncan steal a calculator?" He looked at me. "He doesn't really look like the homework type. What would he need it for?"

The one who I believed was named Danielle cut in. "Really, why would he take it?" She grinned furiously at me. "He probably wouldn't know how to use it."

I felt my face go red with anger. Danielle just stuck out her tongue and wiggled her hands behind her head. Courtney cut me off before I could begin to chase the little girl. "Listen. I know we don't get along to well, and I know you like to annoy me." Her onyx eyes locked on mine. "That's reason enough for me to believe you took it." Her hand came up to my face, to wag another finger at me.

I was so mad. Nobody talked to me like that. Not even her. Grabbing her wrist, I narrowed my eyes. "No, you listen Courtney." I saw her face go blank, and I could have sworn I heard her gulp. "I. Did not. Take. Your calculator. Understand?"

Everyone around us seemed like they had just been told they had cancer or something. Their eyes were wide. Everyone looked at Courtney. I was beginning to understand this. Like me, Courtney had never been talked to like that. Ever. It must have been surprising to see the Princess just get told.

She gave me a blank stare.

"Are you scared?" I smirked.

Shaking her head, words finally seemed to find her. "Just surprised you used my real name. Now let go." Not even waiting for me to loosen my grip, she violently pulled her hand out of my grasp. "I still think you took it." Of course, ever the competitor, she didn't even seem effected by my earlier rant of words.

I sighed. "Princess-" I was cut off by the red head nerd, Harold, who seemed to pop out of nowhere.

"Courtney!" He tossed a calculator her way. "Had to borrow it out of your locker, you don't mind right?" Courtney caught the calculator, and just stared, mouth agape.

I felt the biggest smile ever dance across my face. I had just been proven right. Go Harold. "What do you have to say about that, Miss Thing?" Not even giving her a chance to speak, I walked away, Geoff and DJ close behind.

"Whoa dude." Geoff dramatized. "I cannot believe you just did that."

DJ jumped in. "Yeah man. No one ever talks that way to Courtney. Only she has mouth like that."

I laughed. "Well then, she got her comeuppance." I turned just once to look over my shoulder, just to see an angered face staring straight back at me. I gave a friendly wave, and continued my walk.