The Duncney Fanclub

But they're just friends, right? In fact, rumor has it, they hate each other!

Courtney wanted to repeatedly slam her head against the wall. It was Friday, mid-afternoon, the time she got out of the hell hole called school.

As she exited her last class of the day, avoiding the stares of her fellow classmates, she could vaguely hear someone calling her name, but she chose to ignore it. If she stopped to address the person, it would only mean being subject to the stares for longer.

Courtney came up short at the sight before her in the parking lot.

It wasn't that she was ungrateful for a ride home, because her aching feet appreciated it, but he didn't give her any warning. She knew things like this were bound to happen as she was literally tied to his waist for the next three months, but this was too much too soon.

Courtney had spent the whole school day convincing people that there was nothing between her and Duncan, they were just neighbors. Her plan was to keep the 'just neighbors' act going for as long as possible, just so it meant less time as his actual 'girlfriend'.

Everyone kept whispering behind her back, thinking she wouldn't notice. She did. Bridgette seemed oblivious to it, though, which Courtney was thankful to have her around for.

"Hey, did you not hear me cal- That is one hell of a nice car," came her best friends voice to her right. Courtney was too busy scowling at Duncan to have noticed Bridgette come up beside her.

He was sitting there in his car, front and center, all eyes on him if they weren't on Courtney. She could still hear the whispers circulating around her.

"Do you want to come to mine?" The brunette asked the blonde, already starting to slowly walk towards Duncan's car. She couldn't pretend she didn't see him there, they were supposed to have something going on between them. "We have a ride, don't worry."

Duncan was focusing on something on his phone, appearing to be just as oblivious to the gawking teenage girls as Bridgette was to the whole charade.

He looked up at the two of them, giving them an award winning grin, which Courtney fought back the urge to gag at. Bridgette smiled back, much to her best friend chagrin. She needed Bridgette on her side of this story, which was why Courtney planned on spilling everything to her once they got back to hers.

"Duncan, Bridgette. Bridgette, Dunca- Don't look at her like that!" Courtney scolded, disapproving of Duncan's sinister smirk.

"Like what?" He replied innocently, dropping his bottom lip into a pout. Courtney glared at him, and was about to spit out her comeback when Bridgette's giggling distracted them both. Courtney's attention instantly went to her best friend, eyebrows raised.

"You two are cute together," the blonde shrugged. Duncan smirk started up again and Courtney rolled her eyes.

It was a long ride home, Courtney could say that. Duncan had surprisingly amerced Bridgette in conversation, but Courtney couldn't say she was listening all that much. Her best friend seemed to like him, which Courtney would be putting s top to shortly. She was sure Bridgette was just trying her best because of the rumors going around. No one could genuinely like Duncan.

By the time the trio had pulled into the parking garage, situated at the back of the apartment block, Courtney was thanking the heavens for her feet to touch the ground.

She slammed the car door shut, and Duncan (being the gentlemen he wasn't) helped Bridgette climb out of the back of his Bentley.

"Thanks," Bridgette smiled. Courtney muttered the same before grabbing her best friend by the arm, steering her towards the stairwell that led up to the top floor, leaving Duncan to trail hopelessly behind them.

Bridgette didn't seem shocked when Duncan didn't follow them into Courtney's apartment, much to Courtney's notice. Instead it was like Bridgette already sensed what was going on.

The brunette sat her friend down and explained the whole situation. How Duncan was an obnoxious prick and Heather was a manipulative bitch. Bridgette simply nodded her head in understanding, though she barely knew Duncan and had never met Heather. But that was one of the reasons Courtney liked to keep Bridgette around: she understood. No matter what Courtney said to her, Bridgette just got it. Which was why Courtney had shared the plan with her friend, it was a comforting thought that she would have Bridgette with her for as long as this played out for.

The two girls forgot about the situation for a while, breaking out their homework and catching each other up on what they had missed in different classes.

It wasn't until Courtney's mother came home, yelling down the phone to some unfortunate idiot, that Courtney even remembered the whole Duncan situation.

It wasn't because of her mother's loud voice, but because of the magazine she threw down on the table between the two girls. It was the one that had sparked Courtney's anger. The one publicizing the first interaction Courtney had with Duncan.

Mrs Taylor have her daughter a look of disgust. A look that said that the conversation was far from over, even though she walked away from the table, still yelling profanities down the line.

Courtney stomach fell through her chair and hit the floor. Her head swiftly followed, hitting against the table as she groaned loudly in annoyance and shame. She should have known she wouldn't have been able to keep it a secret from her parents for long. They were lawyers, they knew everything. She had just hoped it would be longer than this.

"It'll be okay," Bridgette tried to assure Courtney, rubbing her best friends back in an act of comfort.

The two girls packed up their work for the day and Courtney angrily tossed the magazine in the trash. She didn't want to look at it.

Bridgette quickly escaped, promising to as Mrs. Taylor made her way back into the kitchen, an angry scowl on her face.

The mother and daughter stared each other out for a while, trying to work out what move the other would make.

Courtney couldn't say she had the best relationship with her mother. She knew she would be there for her in a crisis', but that was about it. She was barely ever home, they never communicated.

"I got a call from Annabelle this afternoon, asking for all the details on her little sisters new relationship." The words fell out of her mouth with a bitter twang. "Anything you want to share with me?"

"I'm dating Duncan Evans," she stated, and even Courtney was shocked by the words she was saying. Her mother looked distraught.

"I thought you hated him. I thought you were disgusted by him."

"No, that's you," Courtney replied, biting down on her tongue. "I like him quite a lot. Hell, I think I love him."

Courtney wondered how strong her mother's heart really was. She was staring out her daughter across the room again, clutching one hand tightly around the doorframe. Courtney remembered when Annabelle, her four year older sister, went through a rebellious streak. She'd dated countless 'bad boys', came home all hours of the night, if she came home at all. Courtney remembered thinking 'I'll never do that', but here she was, lying through her teeth just to get back at her mother for a reason that is only apparent to her mouth and not her brain.

"And how long has this been going on?"

The young girl shrugged, "Not too long, but long enough to know that's he's not the person you think he is. In fact, I was just on my way over there." Courtney quickly collected her shoulder bag and exited the kitchen through the door her mother wasn't blocking.

She found herself at his door again, and no memory of her feet carrying her there. She thought about knocking for a moment, but settled for letting herself in. They were hardly best friends all of a sudden, but knocking gave him a chance to slam the door in her face, and Courtney needed somewhere to go.

"Can I help- oh, it's you." There was a middle-aged man sitting at the table, tossing a cellphone round in his hand, glaring at Courtney. Though they'd never been introduced, Courtney knew him to be Duncan's manager. "He's through there." He nodded his head towards the living room, and Courtney found herself walking over and settling herself on the sofa.

Duncan didn't say anything, his eyes glued to the television set. Courtney took out her homework and got started on it all over again. It was a weirdly comfortable silence between them, with the exception of whatever-the-hell Duncan was watching on TV.

"The fuck are there numbers touching the letters for?" Courtney's heart raced, not having heard him sneak up on her.

"It's Algebra, you idiot. Did you not go to school?"

"You're so boring," Duncan muttered, leaning back against the sofa again.

"Oh yeah, because you're so much fun," Courtney replied with an eye roll.

A smirk broke out against Duncan's face. Courtney didn't like the look of it, her heart racing. "I'm tons of fun. And I can prove it." Courtney didn't have much choice when Duncan grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the apartment, but she didn't put up much resistance either.

A/N: Fangirling so hard over this I swear!

Sorry it took so long, things kept coming up and I lost the original plot line for this story cause it was shit but whatever it's here now XD

Thanks for reading, please review (:

Love, ChloeRhiannonX