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A/N: Thank you for the reviews! Big warning for this chapter: There is quite a bit of language in this chapter. I've cussed in this story and TFE, and I haven't heard any complains about it, but still... Just for those who don't like it too much: Here's your warning. Thanks!

Can you come over?

sure. what time?

Now?

k. how was school?

Awful.

stressed?

Very.

what's up?

Courtney sighed as she snapped her phone shut. She didn't bother replying to Duncan's text message. She started up her car and drove away from her school. She wasn't stressed out from her job or work at school - she was stressed out because of something Duncan did. A few days prior, they accidentally met up at the mall, and after meeting up, they headed back to her house, where she dressed up in some lingerie for him. He took a few pictures of her with his cell phone before they continued on with a few other activities before her parents got home.

Earlier that day, she had received one of those pictures from a couple of her friends. A lot of the people at her school had gotten the photo, and word spread fast. She was confused at first, not knowing where the picture came from, until she remembered Duncan had taken that picture days earlier. She then immediately became furious with her boyfriend. During lunch with her friends, she started screaming, letting out all her emotions. She was confused, upset, angry, but mostly hurt. She gave herself up to him. She shared her secrets with him. She let her guard down around him. She trusted him.

That trust vanished once she received that picture.

She hated thinking bad thoughts about their relationship, since they put so much into keeping it together. She hated thinking that he was just using her to get inside her pants and then humiliate her. She figured he wasn't like that. Sure, he humiliated Harold on a daily basis back on Total Drama, and that was in front of millions of viewers. She never figured he would do something like that. They professed their love for one another!

As she pulled up to her house, she felt like crying. She held her head up high and kept the tears at bay as she stepped out of her car and walked into her house. Thankfully, her parents weren't at home, nor would they be until later that night. Another finish to a big case, another big party. She threw her stuff down onto the couch and plopped herself down, staring down. She took a few deep breaths, calming herself down. True, she may have been mad at Duncan, but she didn't want to display extreme emotions around Duncan. She wanted to try and have a calm, civilized conversation with him.

She then stood up. She felt a bit thirsty and started to head towards the kitchen when suddenly she stopped. Her heart was beating incredibly, and it felt a bit uncomfortable, almost as if it was going to pop out of her. She was shaking lightly, her hands shaking the most. She shook her arms and hands, hoping the feeling would go away, and began to grow a bit scared when it wouldn't. Her stomach seemed to have dropped, as nausea was also hitting her. Her breathing was becoming a bit erratic as she reached over and held onto the couch.

"Shit," she whispered, a feeling of panic overwhelming her.

Panic?

"No, no, no..." she muttered, desperately wanting to cry. She knew exactly what was going on, and she absolutely hated the feeling. She knew she was going through another panic attack. The first two times she felt like she was going to die. Her body felt like it was going to collapse at any moment. This didn't feel any different. It was an unbearable feeling, something she hated repeating.

She literally collapsed onto the couch. She sat up for a few moments before laying on her side, staring ahead of her. The feeling wasn't getting any better, and it felt like it was getting worse. She wasn't thinking about being mad at Duncan more. All she could think as she laid there was: Please get here soon, Duncan...

Surprisingly, he arrived a lot quicker than she expected. While she felt like she was laying there forever, it was only ten minutes since her panic attack had started when she heard a knock at the door. She couldn't move, though. It was like her body was paralyzed, stuck there. She didn't even feel like moving, for she didn't want to fall or harm herself in any way.

"Courtney?"

Her eyes widened, but she didn't calm down any. Surprisingly, she couldn't speak, either. Maybe her mind and body wouldn't let her. She shut her eyes, trying to take deep breaths, but that was unsuccessful. Suddenly, she heard the door open, and was so glad she forgot to lock it as she heard him enter.

"Cour- Hey..." he said.

She opened her eyes and saw Duncan standing at the end of the couch. She desperately wanted to say something to him, but she couldn't even open her mouth.

"You okay?" Duncan softly asked, walking over to her and bending down in front of her.

She felt the tears welling up in her eyes. Her anger wasn't showing, but instead she became upset. She was upset because of this panic attack, and upset because of what he did. She felt a sob escape her mouth, but instead it sounded like a choked breath.

"What's wrong?" he asked, clearly concerned.

She started to cry more because she couldn't respond back. She was going crazy because she couldn't explain herself verbally. Although her arm felt tingly and weird to move, she grabbed his hand and started to move it like she was writing.

"Uh, uh..." He groaned, trying to figure out what she meant. "Write...?" When she nodded, he said, "You need pen and paper?" He stood up when she nodded and noticed her bag on the couch. He opened it and wasn't surprised to find pen and paper immediately. He grabbed a notebook and opened it to a clear page and held it out for her. She used her free hand to grab both items before placing them on the coffee table in front of her. She cursed herself for her now messy handwriting, which read:

panic attack

"Oh, my God..." he quickly muttered, staring at her with wide eyes. "Um..."

She shut her eyes. She was trying to think positive thoughts, thoughts of her breaking free from this panic attack, but everything just seemed to go back to Duncan and the photo he sent out.

"Calm down..." he told her, grabbing her hand. "I don't know how this started, but just... just, uh, just think happy thoughts... Like puppies and rainbows..." She cracked a tiny smile, though her breathing was still erratic. He suddenly placed his hand over her heart. She could feel his heartbeat, which was surprisingly beating at a normal rate. His breathing was also surprisingly normal. "You need to calm down. Ma used to do this to me when I went crazy as a child."

While it felt like it took forever, she finally caught on with his breathing and started calming down. The man she was just furious with was calming her down. She grew confused as she stared away. She didn't understand - he was acting as if nothing happened.

"Yeah, there you go..." Duncan murmured, keeping her hand firmly placed over his heart. Her shaking stopped. Her nausea was still there, but not as intense. Her breathing and heart rate had calmed down. She looked at Duncan, who was staring at her worriedly. She sat up, hanging on to the couch and making sure she was doing it slowly. Suddenly, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, shutting her eyes before quietly saying, "We need to talk..."

She felt him stiffen for a few seconds before pulling back. "Sure. What's up?" he asked, getting up and sitting beside her on the couch.

She kept her eyes shut for a few more moments, also keeping quiet during that time, before opening them and looking over at Duncan. She suddenly reached into her pocket, getting out her phone. She fumbled while opening it and looking through the menus, but finally reached the photo. She stared at it for a few moments before turning it around and showing it to him.

He pulled the phone closer to him lightly, getting a better glance at it. He then glanced at her and muttered, "When-" He paused once more before muttering, "I never sent this to you..."

"I know..." she muttered, shutting the phone. "My friends sent it to me."

His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at her. "Your friends? How did they get the photo?"

"I don't know," she firmly said, narrowing her eyes at him. "How did they get the photo?"

He raised an eyebrow before pointing to himself. "You think I sent the photo?"

"No shit, Sherlock."

He knew she was serious by the way she was staring at him. He could see it all in her eyes; the anger, the confusion, the sadness, the hurt... He didn't know what to say. He knew she'd get even more upset, but he went ahead and said, "I don't even know your friends numbers."

"Who the hell did you send the photo to, then?! Because they knew my friends numbers! And everyone's at school!" she exclaimed, on the verge of another breaking point.

"Look, Court, you need to calm-"

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" she screamed, standing up. "I can't believe you would do something like this, Duncan! I... I... I fucking trusted you, Duncan!"

"Courtney, you have to believe me," he said, slowly standing up. "I would never, ever, do something like this."

"You were the only one with those photos," she scathingly said, glaring at him. "Did your phone get stolen?"

"No."

"Then there's no excuse!" She took a long, deep breath before asking, "Why, Duncan? Why would you send this out?"

"I..." Suddenly it dawned on him. A couple of his friends were looking at his phone the previous day, and they seemed pretty pleased with what they saw on his phone. He didn't think about it much then, but now that he thought about it, he figured they must have saw the picture and had sent it to their phones to send to other people. "Those bastards..."

"Oh, so you did send it out?"

"Shut up, and listen to me," he calmly told her. "I didn't send it out to anyone. I told you: I would never do anything like that. My friends..." He sighed, already uncomfortable at what he was about to say. "They were looking at my phone, and I guess they sent the picture to themselves before sending it off to their friends. I'm not sure how it got to your school, but..." He sighed and shrugged.

"Why was it still on your phone?!"

He groaned. "I don't know, babe. I really don't. Next time-"

"Next time with some other girl."

Fuck. "'Some other girl'? You...you're breaking up with me because of this?" Stunned was only a small percentage of the many emotions and thoughts that were running through his head at that moment.

"You kept almost-naked pictures of me on your phone. Your friends saw them. They ended up at my school and to my friends. Duncan, my school now knows what I look like without most of my clothes on! I'm going to get taunted and teased for the rest of the year! You should have seen everyone's faces and what they said." She gasped and continued, "What if the colleges I've applied to find out about this? I certainly won't be accepted. I'll have to go to some lower-end college with mediocre classes..."

He was completely speechless. Those pictures were meant for him and him only, and as each second passes, he was growing madder and madder at the two of his friends. He couldn't relate with her, but she was acting mortified. "I have no idea how you're feeling."

"I know."

"You know I never meant for anyone to see those photos, right?"

She shrugged, clearly not caring. "I don't know, Duncan. They stay on your phone for days when they could've been already on your computer or deleted or whatever..."

"Yeah, I would never delete those."

"And neither will any of the guys who received them, you skeeze. They're probably all jacking off to my photo right now!"

"Now, I seriously doubt that..."

"You should have seen the way guys looked at me today. You should have heard the things they said about me today."

Duncan was growing angry. He was angry at his friends, angry at those guys hitting on Courtney, and of course he was angry at himself. "Who's asses should I be kicking?"

"I can kick people's asses all by myself, Duncan! I can defend myself, y'know."

He nodded, smirking. "I do know."

"You shouldn't be glad I haven't kicked your ass yet."

"You wouldn't touch me."

"Oh, really?"

His smirk widened. "On second thought, you probably would touch me."

"The only things that would be 'touching' are my feet and your balls, sweetheart."

He took a small step back, letting out a few chuckles. "So we won't be having sex today?"

"You sexist, unloyal, rude, cocky, arrogant, selfish piece of shit! No we won't be having sex today!"

He grinned, sitting back down on the couch. "Feeling better?"

"No, you dumb ogre! You're here asking if we're going to have sex when your dumbass friends sent out naked pictures of me!"

"You weren't naked."

"CLOSE ENOUGH!"

"Oh, come on, you know you love me," he said, patting the space next to him. "You'll forgive me."

She huffed, crossing her arms and sitting down next to him. "I hate you."

"Aah, love you, too."

"No, I really do hate you."

"But you love me."

She sighed and muttered, "I guess I do..."

"You don't completely hate me. I saved your life."

"Panic attacks don't kill people."

"Still. You don't completely hate me."

She sighed, rubbing her forehead. She looked over and said, "You better not be lying. If I find out you sent those photos, we will be over."

"I promise." He grabbed her hand and said, "The only person I want masturbating to you is me."

She grimaced and muttered, "I didn't want to know that."

"Oh, come on. Don't act like I'm not a horny teenager."

"I still didn't want to know that. I don't need to know what you do when you get bored in your room at night."

"Oh, babe, it doesn't only happen at night."

She groaned, placing her head in her hands. "You are impossible!"

He chuckled, leaning back.

She looked over and said, "I do want to say thank you, though."

He shrugged, smiling softly. "No prob. You want to go out tonight?"

"Not really. We can order some takeout and then watch some movies here if you want."

"Sounds like a plan."