This one is a bit longer then the last, but it's not too bad. I hope you enjoy the read. :)
Courtney had the worst night of sleep in her life that night. She tossed and turned without an end in sight, unable to get the picture of Duncan's face out of her head. It didn't help that when she'd told her mother of the string of pranks he'd preformed she had rolled her eyes and reprimanded her for being so whiny and pathetic. She'd told her to grow a backbone and get over it because if she couldn't handle this she was doomed to fail in life. It had hurt the already saddened brunette girl, especially hearing it from her own mother's mouth. Anyone else might've been ok, bit not her. She was the only person who could damage her with words. Not Duncan, or her aunts, uncles, grandparents, or anyone. Don't be a baby! The words bounced around just as long as Duncan's face stayed before her eyes. As such she'd eventually cried herself to sleep. Despite her knowledge that her mother would bash her more if she ever found out like she always managed to she did it. It didn't help the pain of being picked on or let down, yet it somehow was the cure, around one in the morning, to her sleeplessness.
She woke hating her mother and her life just as much as she had yesterday. The only thing keeping her going was school and her desire to discover who she would have this year since she hadn't been able to yesterday. Although when it came to getting ready her biggest incentive was to avoid her mother. Courtney believed with all her heart that she wouldn't be up yet. She honestly didn't know why she had been up the day before. Her work didn't start until an hour after school started. Not that Courtney cared much. She merely wanted out.
And now, a full hour later, she was making her way to her first period class. She was smiling ever so slightly, hiding behind a mask of bitterness. She glanced down at the schedule resting atop her books. She had Spanish 2! She had hoped that she wouldn't have it so early, but if she had to choose between having it early and not having it at all she'd definitely go with the former. She found it necessary to be fluent in at least one other language then her own and in order to do this she needed two years of the class. She hugged her books, she was feeling confident in this class being good for her and her damaged spirit. She would pretend that it was the first day, like that last class of the other day never happened. Who knows? Maybe the punk wouldn't even be there today.
She walked smoothly through the door of her first period class, scanning the room. It was filled to its full capacity, just as it was back at her old school. Everyone wanted to be there. As she looked around she saw a long haired blonde girl sitting in the front, a nerdy looking brown haired boy drooling over her to her right, an average short haired blonde girl sitting a couple rows back, a rather antisocial black haired boy was scrunched over his desk in the left corner, a ginger haired girl staring at him from across the room, but what really caught all her attention was a boy sitting behind the ginger. He wore a different shirt then yesterday, this one red with black flames, yet there was no denying it. He was the boy from math class. The one she was still tortured over. And just like then she froze in the aisle.
He hadn't noticed her yet, he was to busy picking at the dirt beneath his fingernails. He was dirty due to not taking a shower like he needed and because he had gone out four-wheeling with a group of his rebellious friends and crashed. The friend who owned the things was seriously pissed and stomped of without a word, but everyone else had had a great time. They'd laughed until their throats were sore, ignoring the possibility that they had brain damage.
Courtney was slowly freeing herself of the grip his presence had on her and with a shake of her head she started up the aisle toward the only seat available. Unfortunately it was the seat right next to him. Unlike in math class she was unable to avoid being so close to the ogre. Spanish was too full and she was too late. She sighed lightly, pulling out the chair roughly. It screeched as it scraped the floor, making Courtney cringe.
Duncan perked then, the sound something he didn't like at all. He scowled at the sound as if to scare it into silence and parted his lips as harsh words formed in his throat. Only he stopped himself as he realized who he was about to yell at was no stranger. She was the girl in his math class that had been so desperate to avoid him. Not only that, but he had been rather cruel to her. The immense anger showing in his teal orbs hide itself and his snarl faded into a frown. "You…" he said in a hushed tone.
Courtney flinched at the sound of his voice. It wasn't snappy or rude and as such it startled her. Although she had not know him for more then a day she was already used to hearing his voice as a sharp harsh thing, much like her mother's. The way he sounded calm and almost human was so strange. "Me." she murmured in return, dropping her gaze to the ground and tucking her hands deep in her pockets as she sluggishly took her seat and waited for the bell.
The bell sounded two minutes later and between that time and now nothing was said. She felt the boy's stare on her all the while, but he did nothing to provoke her. All he did was stare. It was weird for him. Despite the fact he'd predicted her to be this perfectionist with little to no flaws in her appearance seeing her now made him do a double take. She was so different, almost like a foreign person. Instead of the mess of hair she'd been sporting previously her hair fell perfectly in place at her shoulders, no higher or lower. Her eyes were still a bit dull, but there was a new spark to them that caused her emerald eyes to gleam beautifully. On top of all that her face was no longer spotted with dirt and her clothes were wrinkleless, the perfect look for someone who was all about perfection. He smirked a bit after fully taking it all in.
Courtney sighed softly, pulling her hands from her pockets and twiddling her fingers together nervously. She wasn't liking the feeling his gaze was giving her. She wanted him to stop for she was not like those other blonde slender hot girls. She was not eye candy! And she refused to be someone else's bitch. It wasn't her thing. She was focused on school and aspiring to great things. And this was why she was so very close to biting his head off for staring at her.
Duncan noticed she was shaking like she'd been in math class and he raised a brow at her strange habit. No girl did what she seemed to have to do against her will. Although he was in no way interested in why she was forced to do this, not unless it helped him to screw with her. He snickered lightly, covering his mouth as he saw her steal a glance at him.
She heard his soft laugh and glared at him, not understanding what was suddenly funny. "What?" she hissed through clenched teeth. "What's so damn funny?"
He shrugged, rolling his eyes. "Shouldn't you be soaking in all this crap?" he motioned to the front, not wanting to speak to her unless it was in writing or yelling.
"No." she growled, mouth twitching from rage. "Not until you stop staring." she added, breathing in deeply and closing her eyes tightly as she breathed out.
Duncan's barely there hate for her was surfacing again. "Whatever bitch." he seethed. "It's a free country. I can do whatever the hell I well please." he looked her over a final time, stopping at her chest and licking his lips, before he turned his gaze to the front. Still he fully expected an angry reply. He only turned himself around because he knew this would make her more livid then currently.
Courtney shook ten times worse then she had been before, face quite literally turning a shade of red. "Don't call me that." she said sharply, fists quavering at her side almost as if she were positioning herself to knock his lights out and send him tumbling to the floor. And boy did she want to do it.
"Free country." he replied simply. "Bitch." he added, not teasing but seriously meaning to hurt her like he had yesterday,
"Shut up!" she snapped, shoving her face inches from his, breathing heavy as her nostrils flared and her eyes flared with disgust mingled with unbridled fury.
He snorted, her breath heating his face up like a light bulb does ones fingers. He even felt like snickering as her breath tickled him a bit. But overall he felt nothing more then pure hate. "I didn't hear you, you pest. What was that?" he pressed, wanting her to scream her thoughts out loud so he could see her get in trouble for what would probably be the first time in her life.
She bit her lip, seeing his plan easily. "I'm not stupid." she growled, rolling her eyes and leaning back away from him. "So give up your halfassed tricks and leave me alone!" she snapped. "Bastard." she said in a softer tone, glaring at the punk out of the corner of her eye so that he couldn't pull anything physical on her. Besides, she needed to listen to the Spanish teacher. She refused to get behind.
Duncan was so close to saying something en times worse then what had already been said, but he stopped himself. Instead of wasting words on her he decided to be his childish self and pull her chair out from under her.
She fell like she had with the bug, but she didn't make an audible sound. She held her yelp inside her as well as her quickly surfacing anger. She didn't need another scene. But she wanted revenge. So she kicked at his shin before standing up and dusting herself off.
He yelped as her foot made contact with his shin and he instinctively brought his leg up toward himself and started rubbing it gently. Normally this hit wouldn't bother him at all, it was just today it had already been hurt from the crash with the four-wheeler. He sighed irritably, flipping her off as he hissed, "Piece of shit." venom dripped from his words.
She flinched at his insult, but her smug smirk never faltered. She was pretty content as she reseated herself and prepared to sit through the rest of this halfway decent class.
After Spanish finally ended she rushed out, eager to get away. Yet when she found her social studies class she felt it was no better then the previous class. In fact, it was actually worse. She'd never liked the stupid subject and now she was forced to endure it with no one there to help her through. It was the most bored she'd been since the day she was forced to go to her best friends sister's wedding. She had thought it would be fun, an experience, and it was an experience…just a very boring one.
The time ticked by for what felt like a million years before she was finally freed from the boredom that was social studies. She jumped up from her seat as quickly then as she had in Spanish. Only she took her time walking toward her science class. She stopped by her locker just so she could look at it and practice the lock. She got it on her first try in under thirty seconds. The feat made her smile, but that was all. It wasn't enough to bring her the happiness she'd been void of for months. And as such she soon moved on to the path toward her science class.
She yawned heavily upon seeing the number up on the second floor. Did she really want to do this? She shrugged lightly, striding in lazily. She had full faith in this being a big bust despite her love of school. Nothing was turning out right. At least that's what she said before she saw him. No, not Duncan. He would have made it all worse. No. She saw that boy from when she went on a walk. Her face lit up like the fourth of July then and her nonexistent smile spread clear across her glowing face. "Zane!" she cried, running to the square black table that was his.
Zane glanced up lazily, not recognizing her voice at first. However once her voice registered in his mind his face lit up much like hers. "Courtney!" he cried back, motioning for her to sit down next to him.
She happily obliged, scooting her chair closer to him. "I can't believe you're in my class." she gushed. "It's great!" she was leaning toward the table, head turned Zane's way, as she rested her head in the palm of her hand. She was willing to listen to anything he had to say to her. Unlike Duncan she trusted that he wouldn't be crude to her and would do well in entertaining her.
Zane chuckled softly, so very different from how Duncan laughed. It was much sweeter and strangely genuine. "Yeah." his pearly white teeth showed as he smiled. "What're the odds?" he questioned while tapping his finger thoughtfully against his chin.
Courtney giggled. "Who cares!" she said exuberantly. "At least I have something to look forward to now everyday." she sighed contentedly, smile transforming into near infatuation.
"Me too." he admitted with no struggle. "I'm glad you're happy with it as well." he added with a wiggle of his brows.
Courtney snickered. "You're so sweet." she murmured dreamily. She wasn't sure if she liked him as much as she was putting off or if it was merely her needing to have someone to lean on and confide in that drove her to be so foolish. She guessed it was the latter. She was really missing all her friends and the things they'd do together during and after school. So Zane was an excellent replacement in such a time as this. She grimaced at the thought. It was an awful thing to say about him. Here he was being so kind to her, someone he barely knew, and she was over there thinking about using him as a distraction. It had nothing to do with him being him or anything like that, all that mattered was the simple fact he was filling the void. He was her little doll. Almost like that of a puppet.
Zane wasn't sure about Courtney yet. Sure he liked her and he was pleasantly surprised that they were able to hit it off so well considering their vast differences, but it didn't feel right. Not yet. So the way she was acting rather flirty worried him a bit. "Um…" he mumbled. "Do you…like me?"
Courtney's eyes widened. "W-What!" she spit out. "I mean, of course I like you. You're a good person." she said warmly, touching his arm with her hand that wasn't supporting her head. "But as a friend." she insured, recovering quite well.
Zane brightened up again. "Oh, ok. That's good." he nodded happily. "I didn't want to string you along." he informed Courtney, suave smile matching his tone perfectly. He was so different from Duncan, so very, very different. At least if you didn't count their appearances. In that aspect they were near identical. Still, it was what was on the inside that made the difference, and Duncan had an awful core as far as Courtney could tell.
"Don't worry." Courtney said, lifting her hand in the air in front of them both as a shrug of the sorts. "You would've been able to do that even if you tried." she laughed at her own joke.
He beamed at her. "No, I wouldn't. Perfectionists are always hard to get."
"You bet." she agreed, nodding firmly and fanned herself with a hand. It was rather warm in this science class.
"So what've you been up to?" he changed the topic, more interested in what she did away from school then how highly she thought of herself. He raised a brow at her expectantly, fingers tapping on the table rhythmically.
Courtney's vigor disintegrated some at the thought of her activities at home. She did nothing, nothing but sulk, argue, and be put down. Sure their were occasions back at her old home where she went on walks to the park or the movies with her friends, but even back then she didn't go out as frequently as most teenagers. But maybe since she was new around here she could act like that was why she stayed at home. Not that it would work for sure. It was merely a possibility. She shrugged. "Nothing much." she sighed, making it plain as day that she was trying to hide something. And in a way she wanted him to pry into her lies, she wanted to tell.
Zane frowned, eyeing her suspiciously. "That's a lie." he said right out there, no hesitation in his words or mind. "What's up?"
Courtney, on the other hand, hesitated greatly. She rubbed her hands together, tugged at her sleeves, and bit her lip all before she finally got herself to open her mouth. "I hate it here." she murmured. "I moved here only a couple of days ago. I miss my home."
Zane felt bad for calling her out on her deceit now. He didn't mean for her to grow sad like she was. "never mind, I just thought-" she cut him off.
She sighed miserably. "And there was this awful boy in my math class!" she cried. "He was so mean to me and I don't get why! Everyone here has been so-so…rude." she settled on this word to summarize her treatment throughout the day. "He threw things at me constantly and put a bug in one of the papa wads and-" she couldn't go on without feeling like crying again. "It was just bad."
Zane chuckled lightly. "You used to go to one of those preppy schools didn't you?"
"Excuse me?" she said flatly, staring blankly over into his red eyes.
"You know…" he waved his hand about in a way one would when demonstrating something. "Those schools for rich, smart people who don't want to be around idiots."
"No!" she said sharply, pausing to reflect on her time there. Maybe…maybe he was right. No one was ever stupid there, there were maybe one or two punks in the entire school, and she had many more friends in just a few days then she had here. She frowned. "Maybe…" she admitted. "My parents must've never told me."
He smirked. "That's it then. You're merely not used to how idiotic most people can be and are. Normal people don't go to where you did so you've never been exposed to them." he snickered afterward.
She smiled a bit because knowing this did make her situation of confusion make a hell of a lot more sense. However, this wasn't the only thing bothering her and she wanted to see how he would handle this conundrum. He seemed quite gifted at turning something awful over on its head so that it seemed natural. "But…that's not all." she admitted quietly. "I told my mom about it and she was so cruel. She acted like it didn't matter and I was being a baby." she whined lightly under her breath. "Basically I should get over it."
Zane grimaced. He wasn't a hundred percent sure how to tiptoe around this one. He didn't know her well enough to be sure of what she would react positively to. So with a soft sigh he tried his best. "Well…maybe she's stressed." he offered.
Courtney's eyes bulged from her head. "Stressed!" she spat. "Stressed by ass! She's the one who wanted to come here because it would be 'a break'!" she used her fingers as quotation marks. "Why on earth would she be stressed?" Courtney's breathing was now elevated. "It was her idea!"
Zane drew back a bit. He was used to being yelled at like this, but he hadn't entirely expected such an adverse reaction from Courtney. "Easy." he cautioned, using his hands to emphasis. "Look, she probably thought it would be like that, but it isn't turning out so great for her. Maybe she can't find a job or something she expected to be here." Courtney scrunched her eyes as she struggled to see things his way. "And it probably isn't helping that she sees you being so miserable when she figured you'd do fine." he shrugged. "Maybe you should try being happier for her."
"Humph!" the brunette stuck her nose in the air in arrogance. "That witch doesn't deserve to see me happy, especially when I'm not. She'll only try hurting me more then she already is!" Courtney snapped, fists shaking slightly. "That's here thing! And…kinda mine…" she murmured uncomfortably. "When someone is happy we have to destroy it. It's awful."
Zane snorted. "You haven't done it to me yet." he reminded her. "I still love being her next to you." he smiled warmly, loving how her emerald eyes began to shine like earlier as she grew happier.
Courtney's smile widened and she felt her spirit start to lift. Perhaps he was right. Maybe she wasn't quite as screwed up as she was bent on believing. "Thanks." she said softly.
"Anytime." he assured the confused girl before him. "I like you. We could be friends. And friends help each other." his smile widened more.
Their conversation died down after that point. Neither really had anything more to say to the other and there was only ten minutes left anyway. She needed to get something out of today despite the fact most of what was being said was all about forms and permission for internet and the like. She sighed lightly, waiting impatiently for the sound of the bell while simultaneously sneaking glances over at Zane. He caught her eye a few times and smiled back at her, but she didn't care much. She loved the way he smiled at her. It was so endearing, heartwarming, and enchanting.
A minute remained when Zane grew tired of paying no attention to Courtney so he drew out his schedule and asked her, "Hey, Courtney." he waited for her to turn her head his way before continuing. "What do you have next?" his eyes widened in anticipation.
Courtney peered down at her schedule which she'd taped to the front of her books. "Um…drama." she perked. "Oh! I love drama." she sighed happily.
"Really!" he exclaimed. "Me too!" the atmosphere about them was that of pure bliss. They stared at each other for the next fifteen seconds before the bell rang and everyone began standing. "Hey. Wanna walk with me?"
Courtney grinned, nodding. "Yeah."
They stood in unison and walked in the same stride, each barely paying attention to what was in front of them so that they could look at each other instead. "And what about that guy?" Zane said nonchalantly, starting something he figured would be a nice long topic for their next class.
"Huh?" Courtney frowned.
"That guy. The one you hate. What's his name?" Zane was quite eager to find out if he knew him or not as well as find out what grade he was in. He figured he was a senior, most seniors were jerks.
Courtney looked over to a couple pressed up against the lockers who were kissing passionately as she thought of a response. In the end she shrugged, "I don't have a clue. He never said his name." she scowled. "And I don't care what it is. I hope I never know. He's such an ass! He can go jump off a cliff!" she was getting stressed like she always did when thinking of people she was not happy with.
Despite how irritated and possibly hurt Courtney seemed Zane couldn't help laughing at her. As she went on and on she kept making funny hand gestures such as strangling movements, punching, and so on which reminded him of a crazy person he'd once known.
She stopped a moment to stare intensely at him, but surprisingly she didn't snap at him. She smiled happily and laughed along with him. "Sorry about that." she apologized with no shame. "He just gets under my skin. That's all." she shrugged.
"Here it is." he pointed, stopping her from walking past it by sticking her other arm out in front of her. "We don't want to go on to the gym now do we?" he asked playfully.
Courtney hit him lightly. "No. I hated it the first year I endured it. No more thank you."
Zane let his arm fall back to his side as they entered the room side by side, just as in unison as they had been before. Only, like some many times in the past few weeks she found her joy dieing. Zane…" she murmured, pulling a his sleeve.
"Hmm? What is it?" he asked gently, raising a brow at her.
"Him. It's him." she pointed over where he sat all by himself much like he always did when she saw him.
Zane followed her finger to where he was, head resting in both his hands and a half bored half miserable expression plastered on his face. "Oh!" Zane cried with a snicker. "Duncan!" he nodded. "Of course it would be him."
"What!" Courtney gasped. "You know this brut!" her throat caught and she struggled to say what she needed to. "But-But…how?" she felt betrayed.
Zane shrugged. "I've known him for years. He's a pretty good friend, you just have to get to know him. And yes, I know he can be an ass, but he has his reasons." he paused. "Doesn't everyone?" he offered this question to her so as to stump her. This way he knew she wouldn't be going on about how choosing to associate himself with someone like Duncan was a bad decision. He knew she'd go there.
It worked. Courtney found no words to excuse everyone but the boy sitting all alone before her from this. She sighed irritably. She kind of hated how good Zane was with words. Weren't punks supposed to all be illiterate bigmouths? She supposed not all of them were. Not anymore.
"Duncan!" Zane called his name out, waving exuberantly back and forth as he grew closer.
Duncan's dull eyes and deep frown didn't last long after he heard his name. He grinned with what was actually true happiness, eyes lighting up like fireworks. "Dude!" he exclaimed. "I haven't seen you in forever." he hopped up to go and met him halfway when his eyes landed on the person standing next to him. His happiness vanished as if it had never been there, his eyes cold and mouth verging on a snarl. It was her. The girl from both Spanish and math. She looked so sad, afraid even, her arms stiff at her side, head hung slightly, and eyes full of bitterness. But he only cared about why she was everywhere he went. He didn't want to see her face no matter how pretty she was and he certainly didn't want to see one of his friends fall for her insanity. She was just like all the other preps, stuck-up, full of herself, a bitch, a nuisance, and irrevocably annoying.
Zane stopped as he reached Duncan, meeting his cold eyes a bit tentatively. He liked Duncan, a lot, but he knew to be careful when his eyes gleamed as they were at this moment. It was at times like this that he was prone to his fits of rage and if Zane had to guess it was all thanks to Courtney. He wasn't sure what had happened between them, but it did not look pretty. "Duncan…this is-"
Duncan's mouth twitched, fists quaking noticeably. "Zane." he growled through clenched teeth. "Who is this? And what are you doing with her?"
Zane swallowed hard. "It's Courtney. And…she's…my friend." Zane flinched before Duncan even moved, expecting a retaliation of some sort. When it didn't come he blinked a couple of times and regained composure.
Duncan snorted, losing a bit of tenseness. "Bad choice." he growled. "She's the opposite of sweet. She's a hateful little bitch."
"Duncan!" Zane cried, not wanting to see the two get into it.
Courtney glowered mercilessly at Duncan, moving closer to Zane and wrapping her arms around his arm closest to her. "Duncan." she hissed, the word rolling off her tongue like a curse.
"Courtney." he said back in a similar tone.
Zane looked desperately back and forth between the two. "Well!" he cried, clapping his hands together. "Now that we've all met each other why don't we just sit down now?" he smiled falsely. "…Please…" he murmured hopelessly, smile falling into a frown.
Courtney only ceased her hate toward Duncan so that Zane might not be so miserable. She sighed lightly, staring sadly at her friend. "Yeah. Ok." She pulled Zane gently over to the opposite side of the table from Duncan, making sure to scowl darkly at him when she was sure Zane wasn't looking.
Duncan never agreed to cease fighting, but never the less he reseated himself in his place, taking his former position.
It was silent for a time, each digesting all that had happened. Zane was wondering how on earth he'd manage the both of them when he had to be around the pair at the same time and whether he was smart enough to do it. Courtney was feeling bad about making Zane suffer when she was trying to do the same to Duncan and as such she wondered what some ways were for her to ruin Duncan's life without affecting Zane's. She drew a blank. Duncan, on the other hand, was barely lingering on Zane. He cared about him without a doubt, but he didn't see the point in torturing himself over someone he knew would never abandon him. He was merely so angered by this girl because he feared that she would soon become more then a friend to Zane and steal away all his attention. He had a ton others besides Zane, but Zane was the only one so close to him. He knew mountains of crude that Duncan would kill him for if he told anyone, especially a girl.
After about forty-five minutes of awkward silence and icy stares Zane was the one to open his mouth to speak. And unfortunately for Courtney he chose Duncan to talk to. "So…what'd you do yesterday Duncan?" he made sure to add his name in the sentence to be sure he knew he was interested in him now. He'd asked him this too because he notices a few bruises on him.
Duncan smirked, shrugging. "Just some four-wheeling." he sent Courtney a look as if to say, 'ha, he chose me over you'.
Courtney furrowed her brow in a mixture of confusion and hurt, staring pitifully at Zane.
Zane noticed, feeling bad, but ignored her. "Sounds fun. Maybe you can take me sometime!"
Duncan nodded, arms crossed. "Yeah. Definitely."
Much to Courtney's chagrin they keep up their conversation, excluding her, up until the bell. And it didn't help that it was the most boring thing she'd ever heard. All they ever talked about was getting in trouble, nearly killing themselves with their ridiculous stunts, and playing pranks. Courtney was so freaking happy as the bell interrupted one of their stories mid-sentence. "Thank God!" she sighed, throwing her arms up in the air and standing quickly.
"See ya later man." Zane waved as he started to walk away, pausing as he passed Courtney. "Look…Courtney…" he rubbed the back of his head nervously. "I'm…sorry."
Him apologizing was all it took. Her anger toward him for ignoring her disappeared into thin air. She smiled cheerfully up at him then, eyes soft as they looked upon him. "Don't worry about it. I get it. You'd already talked to me anyway." she shrugged.
"Yeah…" Zane muttered, still rubbing. He wasn't about to tell her the real reason behind his intense attention toward to Duncan. He wouldn't live to see the next day if he did. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Oh! You don't have next class with me?" she pursed her lips, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"No." he shook his head, keeping it as simple as possible.
"Then…what do you have?" she was truly interested in what she was losing him too.
"Spanish and Gym." he sighed, looking out to the crowd of people pillowing by in the hall. "I better go." he said, going without another word.
"Bye!" Courtney cried, waving at him long after he was gone as well as smiling with content at how nice he was. To bad her happiness was, once more, short lived.
Duncan came by and purposefully bumped her shoulder, knocking her off balance. He snickered devilishly at his accomplishment, giving her a smug smirk as their eyes locked for a fraction of a second, time slowing in the perpetual moment, before time shifted into fast motion and he carried on without a look back in her direction.
Courtney couldn't believe him. Even after having been in this class and not said a word to her he still was able to push her around like a rag doll. She huffed, straitening herself back up to her fullest height. She was the last out of the class because of her pouting, but it didn't matter. It gave her the chance to think about the punk and realize he would never cease being an ass no matter the circumstances and she would just have to ignore it if she wanted to make it through this hell. "I promise." she said to herself, swearing to only snap if he did something irrevocable. And she sincerely hoped he was at least better then that.
She went through the rest of the day completely flustered and bored. She wanted to lay her head down and sleep. But she did learn at least one thing through it all. Zane was a big fat liar. He didn't have Spanish or gym. He had the same classes as she did on both accounts. How did she know? The teacher called his name when taking attendance. She grew angered by his deceit, but figured as good natured as he was that he had good reason for hiding the truth. The only doubt that lingered in her mind was when, in 6th, Duncan didn't show. And that's when she knew what was happening. They were skipping together. Zane really did like him more.
Near the end I got a bit lazy. Sorry. x.x But I rather like how it turned out as a whole. I hope you did too. Some constructive criticism wouldn't hurt a bit! Plz review! :D