Okay, so idk if you guys have been following TDA on youtube, but episode 12 made me very upset and angry. I won't include any spoilers but let's just say it made me very, very, VERY unhappy. If you wanna know what happened you can look it up or just ask me. But as soon as I saw the episode I sat down and started writing this to make me feel better lol.

Anyways, I'm so seriously glad you guys liked the last chapter! I, again have the warm fuzzies! I'm really glad that I got this chapter up sooner than expected too. I worked really hard on it.

There's a little bit of Duncan's POV in this, but only a little taste. I wasn't sure if it would be good or not so I didn't wanna put too much of his POV in and then have it ruin the chapter. Thanks all of you for the magnificent reviews! Golly gee, there are a lot of them for only three chapters! Thank you SO SO SO SO MUCH!!! Onward!


Courtney POV

Monday came sooner than I expected. Luckily, I didn't have any other classes with Duncan besides English, so there would be no interactions with him whatsoever except for the forty two minutes of class and the time I had alloted for us to work outside of class.

Then, once we finish with the project, I would never have to speak to him again. It was that simple. During lunch, I sat with my normal group of friends consisting of Bridgette, Trent, and Geoff. The three of them were relatively quiet, and didn't say much to me. But Trent was rambling on and on about working with Gwen, and if I wasn't so deep in thought I would've asked him to stop.

The words that had so suddenly taken over my weekend were echoing in my head. Something about those words bothered me immensely still, even though I knew they shouldn't have. Especially considering it was now Monday. He's cute.

"Courtney!" Bridgette called out loudly. I snapped out of my trance.

"Huh? What?" I asked looking around. I was so confused, something that typically didn't happen to me.

"I was talking to you." Bridgette replied. Trent and Geoff snickered. And I gave them my well practiced threatening glare, and they quieted down. I faced Bridgette.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry. I guess I was just spacing out a moment. Could you repeat that?" I asked politely, trying to make it seem like nothing was wrong with me.

"I was asking who do you think makes the cutest married couple in our class?" Bridgette asked. She had that look on her face. A look that said that I should pick her and Geoff. But I didn't want to pick her and Geoff, I had a feeling someone else was a cuter couple but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then the words rang in my head. He's cute.

"You and Geoff, obviously. No offense Trent, but just look at them, they even kind of look alike." I said, quickly escaping my previous thoughts. Bridgette smiled brightly at Geoff who was gazing at her. Trent looked at me and raised a had in the air.

"None taken. I agree with you, actually." Trent's face changed quickly, and he frowned. I assumed that maybe he wished he'd taken back that last sentence. "Don't tell Gwen." I knew it. Not like I would tell her anyway, I'd never even said a word to the girl. Well maybe I had asked her to move a few times, but that was about the extent of our conversations.

"No worries, Trent. I don't even speak to Gwen anyway." I replied honestly. Trent smiled and went back to eating his lunch. Geoff lifted his gaze from Bridgette and looked at me.

"You know Courtney, you and Duncan don't look so bad together yourself. I mean, I think you guys look really great together." I slowly turned my head towards Geoff as he spoke. What did he just say? Did I hear him right? Was he for real? Bridgette slightly shook her head, her hand placed on her forehead. What was that supposed to mean? He's cute.

"Excuse me?" I asked in a tone that should of signaled Geoff to not repeat himself, but of course I shouldn't have expected him to get my signal.

"I said, you and Duncan look really cute together. I mean he's just the right height for you, and-" Bridgette was making a cutting motion at her throat signaling Geoff to cut it out, and finally he slowly began to drift off and went silent.

What was he saying? How could someone see that in us? It didn't make any sense, and I hated when things didn't make any sense. I could feel that my death glare had already settled into my face. My mother always told me that I was going to be a wrinkly old lady because of how much I scowled. Yeah right, I highly doubted that. And I didn't even scowl that much, I knew I didn't. I was sure I didn't.

"So, Courtney, how's your fruit cup?" Bridgette asked interrupting my mind's rambling. Poor subject change, she was trying to hard.

"You can't just change the subject." I said angrily, "I know you're still thinking it. That you're all still thinking it. But guess what, I'm not. And we are NOT the cutest couple, and I want all of you to just forget about it!" Bridgette, Geoff, and Trent nodded slowly.

Geoff was about to open his mouth when Bridgette reached over and placed a finger over his lips. I stood up and rolled my eyes. I didn't want to be in this situation anymore. "I'm going to the library to get an early start on tonight's homework." I mumbled, gathering my things. They all remained silent as I walked out of the cafeteria.

When ninth period rolled around, I met Bridgette at our locker like usual. I felt really bad for my cruel behavior earlier on, so I figured I'd better apologize soon before ninth period put me in a worse mood. Lucky for me, after lunch my mind hardly came across the project.

And those grueling words hardly entered my mind. It was such a relief, and I couldn't wait until they were completely gone. I had come up with a new theory too. Maybe the words were a sense of sympathy. Maybe it was because he was so ugly that I felt bad for him, and to make myself feel better by not calling him out on his ugliness I came up with those words to reassure him.

That made sense right? But I was still trying to figure out why I wanted to reassure him or even sympathize for him at that matter. I shook my thoughts away as Bridgette appeared at the locker. I thought I better quickly do this.

"Bridgette I'm sorry for going off at you guys earlier. It was wrong. I'm not very happy with the way I acted and I should know better." I said apologetically. Bridgette smiled at me, I knew she would forgive me.

"It's okay. Geoff should have known better than to bring it up. I know that you aren't too happy over the pairing, and I would probably be the same way." She replied, grabbing her books off the top shelf in the locker. She definitely would not act the same way. She was too nice. I was nice, obviously, but not as nice as Bridgette. Her kind of nice was more pure and innocent than mine.

"Yeah, well, maybe I can handle this." I said confidently, but it wasn't convincing enough for me, so I decided to take out the maybe and say it over. "I will handle this." Bridgette smiled as she closed the locker when the last of her books were acquired and we began to walk to our English class.

We were early, like usual, and I took my regular seat, like usual. I was staring at the door wondering when my so called "husband" would come barging through the door. After about thirty seconds, I began to think that maybe he wasn't even in school.

I couldn't explain why at the very thought of him not being there today sent a hint of disappointment through my body. But it was only a hint, so I shook it off. His not being here will be beneficial. Then it dawned on me, he always comes late.

How silly of me to think that he would come here any time before the second bell rang. I distracted myself away from the door and began taking out my class essentials. But it wasn't long before the door opened loudly that my attention crept back to the classroom entrance.

It was Duncan, and he was on time. For class. How odd. It took about two seconds before my eyes met with his, and about one second for him to obnoxiously wink at me. He's cute. The evil thought came back, and I turned away in embarrassment, feeling like he heard my thoughts.

But of course, he couldn't leave it at just a wink. He just had to keep going. "Good afternoon, Honey." He said amused as he nudged my shoulder. I turned my head to look up at him and glared ferociously. I wasn't going to let him get to me, no not that day. Especially when I had a whole two hours to look forward to after school when I had to actually work on the project with him.

"Would you take your seat please? Like now?" I asked annoyed. He rolled his eyes at me and began to make his way to the back of the classroom mumbling something like, "the magic is gone" on his way. The second bell rang, and Miss Standish rose from her desk.

"Hello, class," she began with a large smile, "I hope everyone had a nice weekend." She paused, most likely hoping that someone would respond. It was almost sad how she seemed to think that one day, someone would. The awkward silence was broken as she continued, "Today, I've decided to give you guys a work day with your partners to begin working on your project."

Oh no. Oh no. There was no way I was going to spend an entire forty two minutes of class time working on this with him when I had two hours allotted for us to work after school. So that made two hours and forty two minutes of time spending with Duncan. As far as I was concerned that was two hours and forty two minutes too long. I raised my hand. I was not prepared to stand for this.


Duncan POV

She raised her hand, obviously to protest. It wasn't like I was some creep who watched her all the time, actually I never even really paid attention to her since we got partnered up. There was no doubt, she was hot, but I heard from lots of guys she was obnoxiously uptight, so I never bothered to give her the time of day.

I wasn't too thrilled about the pairing myself when it was given to me, but I figured I would tag along for the ride without making a big deal about it like little miss uptight. Besides, it would be a challenge, and I always loved a good challenge.

However, there was something very interesting and different about this girl. She was nothing like any of the girls I waisted my time with, so maybe it would be a good experience. Miss Standish called on Courtney. "Excuse me, but I think that going over our reading assignment we completed over the weekend might be better. There were a few things I was confused about."

Ha! I knew she would open her mouth to protest. I let out a quiet laugh. She wouldn't want to spend extra time with me if her life depended on it. And being confused over a lesson? Wasn't she supposed to be the smartest girl in the class?

It was obviously a lie, she wasn't confused, she just needed an excuse to avoid me. I assumed all hell would freeze over if she were confused on school work. I leaned back into my chair. I could tell the teacher definitely wasn't buying her confused act. Oh, what I would pay to see Courtney's expression right now...


Courtney POV

Why did I put confused in my statement? Now people would probably think I was stupid or something. Well, maybe they wouldn't. I mean they all knew I was the smartest, and everyone gets confused at one point right?

Miss Standish shook her head. "Sorry, Courtney, but I think it would be better to work on the project. If you need help or are confused you can always stay after class." Defeated, again. What was wrong with me? I felt as if I was losing my mojo or something.

Or maybe she had something against me. Maybe she hated me. But I couldn't bring myself to think that, everyone I knew liked me as far as I could tell. "Okay then, class, break up into your partners and get started. I'll be up here at my desk if you have any questions."

Miss Standish walked over to sit at her desk. I slowly stood up from my desk, grabbed my notebook and walked to the back of the class where Duncan was leaning back into his chair.

He grinned at me like a jackass as I approached. I pulled up an empty desk closer to his desk and plopped into the chair. "Okay, let's try and make this as painless as possible, okay?" I pleaded. Duncan just smiled. It was really annoying. "Would you answer me please?" I asked, frustrated. He was seriously making this harder than it needed to be.

"Yeah, sure, Sweetheart, whatever you say. Painless as possible." He said. Ugh, did he have to call me sweetheart? I just stared at him with an expression that I only assumed was somewhat bothersome to him, because he stared at me uncomfortably and shrugged. "What?" He asked. Did he seriously have to ask?

"Can you not call me Sweetheart?" His bothered expression melted away at my question and went back to his annoying, yet gorgeous, no not gorgeous, abhorrent smile.

"Sorry, Babe, but I can't promise you that." That made me angry. He was going to make this difficult. I began to wonder if easy was even possible with him. I let out a blatant sigh, and reached into the pockets within my notebook. I took out my neatly typed up work schedules (one for him and one for me) and handed one to him.

"What's this now?" He asked. Apparently, he'd never seen a schedule before. And clearly, he'd never prepared for a project before. I shouldn't have expected anything more from a delinquent like him.

"This," I began, "Is a carefully planned out copy of our project work schedule. We'll meet two hours everyday after school. Today, which is Monday, we'll be working on objective one, see?" I pointed to the table where it said "Monday" and "Objective One: Wedding". "It's a completely dummy proof schedule. A caveman could figure this out. And seeing that you just about fit the caveman standards you should be able to figure this out. If you need my help in understanding it I-"

"Yeah, I got it. I'm not stupid." He so rudely interrupted, and right when I was on a roll with my insults. "I thought you said this was going to be as painless as possible! I am in serious pain here." He thought organization was painful? He wouldn't be able to last five seconds in my shoes.

"You call preparation painful? I call it responsible and making lives simpler." I stated. And it was the truth too, I couldn't understand how anyone could disagree. But like I've noticed before, he's different.

"I didn't ask you what you call it. It's painful, end of story." He was being difficult. I sighed and decided to move on. The more we got done in class, the less we would have to discuss and work on after school. I opened up my notebook to the plans I made about the wedding on my own. "You have more?" he asked wide-eyed referring to my notebook filled of plans.

"Yes, I have more." I said matter-of-factly. He turned my notebook over to face him and began reading my notes.

"Weren't we supposed to go over this crap together, Darling? And isn't a Vera Wang dress a little on the expensive side?" Gah! He was SO annoying! Did he have an unnecessary comment on almost everything?

"Listen, Darling," I mimicked, "I assumed you wouldn't want to have a part in picking dresses. And what importance do the expenses have to you? Don't you know that the bride's family pays for the wedding detail?"

"Actually, I don't know shit about weddings. And I'm just making sure you don't go broke is all, Honey Bunch." If he had one more name to call me, I swear I was going to kill him.

"We have an unlimited amount of money! This isn't even real! It's fake!" I was really getting angry, and I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. Nothing would get through to him.

"Jeez, calm down or you'll give yourself a coronary." He stated, smiling that same old amused smile. It didn't bother me as much as before, but it still made me want to kick him where the sun didn't shine.

"Wow, I'm surprised your small brain knows of a proper medical term." I replied, pleased with my comeback.

"I'm a lot smarter than you think." He said. The way he said it made it seem like he really meant it, but I wasn't sure exactly if he did.

"Ha! Yeah right..." I said. I wanted to see if he would try and prove his point.

"What, you don't believe me? A criminal of my stature needs to be smart." He did raise a good point. I guess a criminal would need to have some sort of a brain. But I wasn't going to compliment him like that to his face.

"Let's just get back to work okay?" I pressed, I really wanted to get something done in the little time we had left.

"Why? I mean we will be spending two whole hours after school. Can't we just sit here and relax? Couldn't you just relax instead of insisting on getting something done? Life isn't all about the work." Life isn't all about the work? Well if one wants to succeed it is. Maybe he didn't really want to succeed in life, how strange.

"In my life it is. And I'm very proud of my lifestyle, thank you very much." I was proud of my lifestyle. No complaints that I could think of, aside from the one sitting right in front of me.

"Sure you are. Because the perfect lifestyle is working your ass off and being uptight and boring." He said sarcastically. He crossed the line. I was not uptight, and I was most certainly NOT boring.

"I am NOT uptight! And I'm not boring either."

"Oh, come on, you wouldn't know a good time if it came up and bit you in the ass." Of course I would. I've had plenty of good times. What was he talking about.

"Yes I do! I have fun all the time!" I argued.

"Name a time when you had some fun, and I mean besides you doing work." I thought about it. And honestly, I couldn't really think of a time. Well, at least not recently. But I couldn't act like I was thinking too hard so I had to say something quick.

"Um, well, there was, um-"

"See what I mean? You need to learn how to have a good time! And none of that working or reading crap, that doesn't cut it." He was now leaning onto my desk, his space completely invading mine. I felt defeated once again.

My response to him was less than pleasing for my standards. But I did have fun, I did. And I knew that his idea of a good time and my idea of a good time were fully different. He's cute. UGH! That stupid voice, did it ever stop?

I awkwardly leaned back into my seat, further away from him and stared at the wall to my left. Duncan copied my action and leaned back into his seat when the bell rang. I stood up and headed back to my desk to gather my things together. Duncan came up to my side and leaned against my desk. "Where to?" He asked as I flung my bag over my shoulder.

"My house, I guess, but we have to walk." I replied, it was going to be a long walk home.


So, how'd it go? Haha! Courtney almost let herself slip a few times if you guys noticed teehee. Did you guys like that little excerpt of Duncan's POV or should I not do another one of those? Let me know please in reviews!