It all started when I broke up with Trent. I had been planning it for a month or two, but it had never occurred to me when I would actually do it. I broke up with him, he cried and cried, blabbered on and on about how we were meant to be as I looked over at Duncan. He talked about how the letters of our names added together made nine, and that was the legendary number. It was an obvious sign we were meant to be. I told him he might as well date Zoey if he was using that logic.

There was more crying after that, and it went on and on until I told him that he needed to get over it. He sniffed and whimpered the whole day when we were in school.

I was given quite a lot of sympathy, because it turned out that people had thought he dumped me. I didn't want to tell Courtney he didn't, so I nodded on for a bit. I didn't expect it would turn into Courtney telling everyone about Trent dumping me, and everyone coming up to me and saying, 'It's okay' and 'You didn't deserve to be dumped'. I didn't know half the people that came up, but I had seen them around school with Trent, and some of them knew Courtney, so I just cried a bit here and there, and tried to get on with my life.

I was on my way to Spanish when I heard them talking to each other. I usually would slip past them quietly and ignore them, but Duncan had an infuriated glint in his eye and Courtney had her teeth gritted the way she did when she didn't like something.

"I can't, Duncan! Debate club!" Courtney insisted, looking at her boyfriend.

"Tomorrow?" Duncan asked, his eyes filled with hope. He caught a glance of me as I walked past the corridor.

"Thursday is my busiest day! I've got swimming, studying, book club, tennis club, kayaking and canoeing!" Courtney hissed to him angrily.

Duncan's eyes fell as he looked away from his girlfriend. "We don't go out very much now. I was just asking if you wanted to, Princess, it wasn't a demand or anything," he retorted harshly. Courtney looked around, and I slipped around a corner so she can't see me. I drifted my head over so I can only see her and Duncan and hear what they're saying.

"Well, I'm sorry that we don't go out very much now, but look where that got us last time!" Courtney snapped at him as she moved closer to him. "It ended with you going missing for nearly two months!"

Duncan bit his lip as if he was holding something back, and then walked away from her as if he had nothing more to say to her.

"Duncan! Come back here! Duncan!" she screamed at him angrily as she paced up the corridor. "Come back this minute, you complete Neanderthal!"

"They're getting rockier as time goes on," I heard a voice tell me as I instantly turned around. It was Zoey, and she had been watching the fight too. "It seems like only yesterday that Courtney was asking me advice on Duncan." I grinned – she had asked all of her friends on Duncan when she started dating him.

"When do you think they'll…end it?" I asked her at the time. She seemed surprised at first – I couldn't blame her – but then she laughed.

"If I had to estimate it, less than a month, but then again, Courtney and Duncan can recover from many bad things that happen to them. This might just be…a phase," Zoey told me as I looked at her. She was right – they probably wouldn't break it off. They'd been together for some time now, and breaking it off would just be weird. They'd been through so much together.

"Yeah…it might just be a phase. You're right," I replied, twisting my head to see if they were still pacing up the corridor. They weren't. "I better go and help Courtney."

Zoey nodded and walked off. The bell rang loudly before I was hallway up the narrow corridor of the building.

We'd moved on from Credence a year or two ago, where we all met. Some of us had went to different high schools, but Courtney, Duncan, Geoff, Bridgette, Zoey, Trent, Cody and I had all decided to go to Credence High. It was as worse as its counter-part, but it was bigger – even if it was narrower than any school I'd ever seen. We were all freshman, which none of us really minded except Courtney, who was constantly complaining that since she was the newbie in the school it would give her a disadvantage when she went up for Student Council that year.

Except from her, no one really cared.

We were going to Total Drama the next year – it had been confirmed for a few months, and grades didn't really matter to anyone but Courtney. I'd been getting a few Cs and Ds the past few months before the show, and Duncan was just getting Fs.

Not much had changed since we first met – Duncan was still stealing, and Courtney was still getting mildly angry at him constantly. They weren't even talking to each other at some times.

I quickly realised why the corridors were so empty – I had to go to class. I sulked to class slowly – it was Spanish, with my uncle, and it wasn't really important at all. We'd all been flunking Spanish – Chris never taught us anything useful or actually Spanish, so everyone had failed it. Courtney had barely got an A on it – she had to study for over eight days to try and grasp the language properly.

Sometimes I wondered why on earth I didn't just go to a different middle school.

On that day, I had walked by Chris as I entered late in to his class. His awards for education and services stood on his desk, and he twirled around in his chair as I walked past. He glanced at me for a mere moment before continuing to twirl constantly for the next period.

"You're late," he sang impatiently at me.

"I didn't realise," I replied sarcastically as I threw my back down beside my chair. Courtney was on the other side of me, while Duncan was at the back of the classroom. Most people were on their laptops - McLame's class were not worth listening to. He would typically drool on and on about the different awards he had won throughout his life and how wonderful he was while everyone nodded along. He was one of those 'cool' teachers who didn't mind what you did with your life, as long as you knew the different awards he had won, which were way too many for what he had actually achieved in life.

"Sometimes I wonder how people like you don't flunk tests," Chris replied matter-of-a-factly. I rolled my eyes as I fell into my chair. I was angry with myself for some reason which I couldn't decipher. Usually I'd be able to figure out why I was angry with myself, but I couldn't that day.

It didn't come to me for another year and a half why I was angry.

I was angry at myself because I so badly wanted Duncan and Courtney to break up.

A/N – Six months! Wow!

For those who didn't know, today celebrates my six month anniversary on FanFiction. It's been a pretty quick six months, I'll tell you that!

Okay, so this story will be on possible hiatus later, updated once a week.

I'm off to celebrate! Woohoo!