Pulling an all-nighter, so I figured I'd write a little more(:
So, I'm not sure if any of this will be Duncan's POV… I dunno, we'll see.
And, uh, this chapter's kinda nasty…. (;
Enjoyyyy!
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Gwen's POV

About ten minutes after Duncan put that picture on Facebook, I heard the squealing of tires outside my house, and Courtey's screeching voice. Although I could make out a word she said, I knew it wasn't good. She began banging on the door. We had a good laugh for a minute or two until she stopped. I looked out one window and saw her standing outside of the open window by the couch. Apparently Duncan had already saw, and had a plan.

"Follow along" Duncan whispered, the pulled me on top of him to where I was on his lap, straddling his hips. He started bucking his hips, causing me to bounce up and down.

"Duncan!" I turned pink and screamed, clearly caught off guard.

"Oh, God, Gwen… You're so much better than Courtney ever was. " Duncan moaned out, and winked at me.

I heard a gasp from outside of the window, and, catching on to the plan, began moaning.

Duncan looked at me a bit surprised and whispered, "Damn girl, you sure those moans are fake?"

I playfully slapped him and we continued having fake sex, all the while listening to Courtney's sobs outside the window. I knew she was watching my shadow through the curtains, and damn was it funny. Maybe I'm a terrible person, but I loved knowing I'd caused those tears. After all the bullshit she put my best friend through, she deserved it. His pace started picking up a bit and my hips were grinding against him more. As fake as the moans were, the lump growing in Duncan's jeans wasn't. I looked down to see him staring at my bouncing breasts, and I felt his grip on my ass tighten. Seeing that lust again, I knew my mind wasn't just playing tricks on me. Duncan wanted me… And maybe I wanted him too.

I could tell he realized what he was doing, then stopped and whispered, "Uhm, is she gone yet..?"

Looking out the window, I no longer saw her, nor did I hear her sobs.

"She's still there." I lied. I was having too much fun to stop. It was completely wrong of me, I'd never lied to my best friend until that point, but the feeling that I got on top of him wasn't enough. I shouldn't be feeling that for my best friend, but those damn hormones got the best of me.

"Maybe we should make it more believable." Duncan said.

"And how do you expect to d-" Before I could finish my sentence, he pulled me down and kissed me hard. I guess I got my wish for more…

For a second I was extremely shocked, but I quickly got used to it. With one hand, my fingers snaked their way through his Mohawk, while the other made its' way down to where the lump had grown drastically in his jeans. We broke off our kiss for a split second to take off our shirts. His muscles looked even better without anything in the way of my view. His lips made their way from my mouth to my neck while his hands were fiddling with my bra. After he finally got it off, he moved his mouth down further and started sucking and biting my nipples. I leaned my head back and let out a little moan. I could feel his smile against my skin. He was good at what he did and he knew it.

Unable to help myself, I went to unbutton his pants. He flipped me underneath him, and pinned my hands above my head.

"Now what do you think you're doing, sweetheart?" He whispered seductively in my ear. His hands slid from mine and down my arms, and then he froze.

"Duncan..?"

"Gwen, what the Hell are these?" He asked, showing me my own arm full of scars. My world felt like it was crashing around me. My secret I had kept for so long from everybody was exposed… Along with my entire torso. I grabbed my shirt to cover up.

"I- Well… Things get so bad here, you know that. Ever since dad died.." Tears began forming in my eyes, and dripped down my cheeks. The passion we had just been experiencing was far gone. I decided to stop trying to defend myself. At that point, I just didn't care. Memories came running back of playing on the swing-set we had in our back yard, as an actual family. It was definitely something I missed.

The fury that had been growing in Duncan's eyes dispersed, and they softened a bit. I had only talked to him about Dad once or twice. He knew it was a hard subject for me. He pulled my wrist to his lips and kissed my scars.

"You've gotta stop this. If you ever went too far and something happened to you…" He looked into my eyes, and wiped the tears that were streaming down my face. "..I wouldn't know what to do with myself." I just shook my head 'yes,' not trusting myself to speak.

The alarm on Duncan's phone went off signaling that it was 11P.M. He was on probation and had to be home before midnight for spray painting the side of the highschool. I had helped him with that act of destruction, but he hadn't snitched me out when he got caught. Now that I really thought about it, Duncan and I did everything together. If one had a crazy idea, the other had to come along, or it just wasn't the same. He cleared his throat, shot me one of those 'sorry' looks, grabbed his shirt, and got up.

"Looks like we'll have to finish these movies tomorrow." He said, and smiled one of his usual smirks. I laughed and walked with him to the door as usual.

He pulled me into a giant hug, and I had never felt so safe. His arms wrapped around me made me feel fantastic, something Trent's never did for me. Hell, no other guy had ever made me feel that way. He tilted my chin up and, for the last time tonight, kissed me.

As he walked out the door, he looked back and said, "I heard when she left, by the way. But I could tell you wanted some," Then winked. "I'll call you when I get home." Then he shut the door to his car.

I felt the heat rush to my face, flipped him my middle finger, and laughed as I closed the front door.

When Duncan called, we didn't talk about what happened. He simply said he'd be over as soon as he could tomorrow, told me to sleep good, then hung up. I had a feeling he was planning one of his juvenile schemes. Everything that happened tonight had been so... odd. Things were changing, that was for sure. Senior year seemed to have a lot in store for me.

And there you have it folks. Not as nasty as it could've been, right? I still feel filthy for it, soooo, I'm off to hop in the shower. :3