Dear Locker D1409

by MyNameIsAwkward

"Dear owner of locker D1409..." It all started with a mistake on her part. It continued to happen by his persistance and desire to frequently make her angry. Strangely enough, she finds herself responding time and time again. He can't believe she's actually bothered to write back. Courtney and Duncan weren't aware of each other at all, until one note changed everything.

6. August 25th Evening

(A/N:: I decided that I would have a double upload today! WOOP DA WOOP! #winning. Hahaha and I would like to give a special shoutout to someone! Just cause I'm totally feelin' it right now! A special shoutout to... (CUE FANFARE!) TDandme! Because she is an awesome writer AND! SHE LOVES REGULAR SHOW JUST LIKE I DO! YEAH-YUH! Damn straight! Seriously though, readers. If you like my stories you should fo' surely check out hers! P.S!- Sorry about any spelling mistakes and grammar. All chapters will be editted at the end! XOXO ~Awk)

Duncan,

You are a vile, despicable, barbaric, apalling, foul, sleazy, mental, annoying, and wretched human being! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT! You know damn well what I'm talking about too! That stupid stunt you pulled at lunch? WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO SIT WITH ME! I really did not appreciate the fact that you pulled me onto you're lap either! COMPLETELY UNCALLED FOR. Do you know how many looks I got because of that stunt? After lunch, I didn't even get to go to 4th period today because Bridgette locked me in a closet and demanded that I tell her what was going on with us.

AND THERE ISN'T ANYTHING GOING ON! Ugh.

I am so frustrated right now. You are an ogre. AND what do they say about dancers? I'd REALLY like to know what preverted thing you have to say this time!

Courtney.

(A text message sent at 4:45 p.m. to Duncan's HTC EVO Friday Afternoon)

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Princess,

you really just need to totally chill. It was a joke! Oh and P.S- Thanks for the compliments, but flattery will get you nowhere. And I did tell you on that note that I gave you after lunch!

Boo hoo! You didn't get to go to fourth period! OH NO! Gripe about it some more would ya?

Oh and if you really wanna know what they say about dancers? They say they're really good in bed. You wanna help me test that theory? ;)

D.

(Text message sent at 5 p.m. to Courtney's iPhone 4S Friday evening.)

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D,

You're disgusting.

C.

(Text message sent at 5:05 p.m)

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Court,

But you love me anyway babe! XOXO.

Duncan.

(Sent at 5:30 p.m.)

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Duncan,

Why yes *darling*, I juust love you so much!

Courtney. JUST Courtney.

(Sent at 5:36 p.m.)

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Princess

You know, I'm sensing some hurtful sarcasm there! But guess what! Karma's a bitch huh? Since you sent that *lovely* message my mother now thinks that you and I are dating! WHEEEEEE. Not. She's demanding you come over for dinner now, thanks a lot.

D.

(Sent at 6 p.m.)

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