(A/N:: Well hello there ladies and gents! Here's another "chapter" It;s longer than the other's before it. I originally planned on writing two more chapter tonight, but that isn't going to ahppn. SO this is just longer. A very very special thank you to those few of you that reviewed and put this story on your story alerts! That really motivates me to not just write, DLD (as I call this story) but Something Unsettled as well! I posted the "book cover". Tell me what you think? Review with you're thoughts on whatever!. XOXO~ Awk.)

Duncan,

One, I am not you're babe. Two, My name isn't doll face and please don't call me that. It's degrading and I deserve respect. And sexual innuendos is only fun for you Mr. Wannabe Bad Guy.

So, not to sound creepy or stalkerish or anything, but I asked Bridgette about you today. Not that I'm interested, but I would like to know who this pervert I'm writing to is. She kinda looked at me like I just asked her about the anti-Christ raping babies. Are you really that bad? You don't rape babies, or anything, right?

I do not have a temper! I don't!

And would it have killed you to finish that English essay for Mr. Howard? It was easy!

XOXO.

-Courtney (The girl WITHOUT a temper! (: )

(Found on a lined piece of paper with doodles on the edges in locker D1409)

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Princess,

Is this nickname better for you? Probably not, but I don't care. Oh we both know you want this babe. Everyone wants me. Except maybe guys, but that's pretty sketchy too. That's why you asked Bridgette about me.

I have to admit, when I read the part about you asking if I raped babies I laughed out loud. And to answer that question, no. I do not rape babies or anything else. I am a stud, babe. You know what the means? Girls are basically living at my feet.

It comes with the bad boy persona, which by the way is not 'wannabe'. I am the definition of this stereotype Princess, and don't you forget it!

Just to be fair, I'm asking Geoff to point you out at lunch later today. Oh, and nice doodles. They are just the epitome of attractive.

- A Stud

(Written on the back of a nerd named Harold's history notes)

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Dear Mr. Not So Studly,

I can't believe you did that to me! That was INCREDIBLY uncalled for Duncan! You cannot just march up to me in the middle of lunch and tell me to "Be at your place at 8" and then wink. People eat that up! That was probably you're intention but still! People will get the wrong message! I'm not sleeping with you. I mean other than today I haven't even talked to you. You know how long it took me to convince Bridgette that nothing was going on with us?

THREE DAMN HOURS.

That was so uncalled for.

Sincerely,

A Very Very VERY pissed off girl.

(Found angrily scribbled on the backside of a crumpled up lunch menu. Delivered via Bridgette and Geoff)

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Miss Stick Up Her Ass,

Chill out Princess! It was only a joke babe, and besides you know it was partly true. You'll probably be at my place sooner or later ;) (If you get what I'm saying...)

But damn girl, I was right when I predicted you were fine. And what makes this even better is that you want me and you won't even admit to yourself.

Hurrah for denial!

Oh, and yes. It was COMPLETELY intentional, just to watch you squirm. That's how I get my sick kicks Princess, not by raping babies... Or stalking people, like you seem to do. Anyway seeing as I probably won't get a response from you until tomorrow morning (and don't try to lie to yourself. You know you're going to reply. I'm irresistible!) I'm going to say this now.

You're way to damn uptight. But don't worry, I can fix that. After all I AM a stud after all.

-The bane of your existence

D

(Found written on a torn out piece of notebook paper that was ripped in half)