As Duncan stood against the wall, next to his girlfriend, pensive, watching all his 'friends' from afar. His old friends. Now, his new friends aren't losers. They're the popular people of the school and follow under the shallow and subjective category of 'good looking'.

'This is for Courtney. This is for Courtney.'Duncan reassured, running his hands into his now-black, neon-less hair.

Why was it for her?He really didn't know.

The regular punches and kicks to the most unimaginable and unpredictive places. The many lists she'd made to fix the punk 'for the better'. The bipolar behaviour and hostile arguments and mutual disrespect for the other.

Was this really worth it?Maybe.

Duncan's relationship with the CIT was the only thing his father had ever approved of.

At who's cost?Duncan's.

Duncan scanned the perimeter. It wasn't like anyone was going to bother interacting with him. He was just a mere accessory for his girlfriend. The only time he was given the time of day was in private with the CIT. Intimate or not. But at the moment, he could feel her glaring at him from the corner of her eye and pretending to listen to what Lindsay was talking about.

He must've done something wrong again.

It was around four months ago, two months in Duncan and Courtney's relationship. Everything seemed perfect. Maybe they were in love and wanted to spend the rest of their life together. Key word: Maybe.

Courtney's relationship with Duncan's friends was decent. Due to their differences, it wasn't that good but no one complained.

That was until that one day.

He remembers the day his friends approached him. Though he had about five friends at the time, his best memories was shared with only them.

However, losing one of them seemed to hit harder than the rest.

But his eyes couldn't stare back. It was drawn onto his friends. His once, best friend. It was impossible to let go.

The CIT discretely followed where his eyes led and it landed on the people she despised the most. The person she despised the most. She'd spent so much time trying to make her boyfriend forget about that particular person that it led to a rivalry: To see who would win the punk over. As if he was a particular stuffed animal in a claw machine.

So the sight of the punk still eyeing her had infuriated Courtney.

"... So that was when I totally saw Kate making out with Elijah in the library." The blonde blabbered, using her hands as she'd been explaining the story.

The model, Justin, stopped admiring himself in his mirror which he kept in handy to make sure his hair was flowing the right way. "And I'm assuming Kate is Katie and Elijah is Ezekiel?" He quizzed, placing his attention back to his .

Lindsay nodded eagerly, a little confused as always. "I said that. Kate and Elijah." She was a little slow in the logical thinking department. Even the common sense one too.

Watching the model fawn over himself disgusted the Latino. Sure, he was good looking but he wasn'tthatgood looking. Justin was just milking it at this point. "Amigo, do you ever, uh, not obsess over yourself?"

"No." Justin responded, earning a scowl from the Latino. They'd always have a rivalry because they were both conventionally attractive.

"Whatever. We've got to drop Katie if she kissed that freak, Zeke." Heather stated, earning an encouraging nod from her sidekick, Lindsay.

At this point, Courtney was sick of her boyfriend staring at his old friends and strutted off.

The five watched until Justin patted the punk's shoulder. "I think you're meant to follow your commander."

He was right. Duncan was supposed to follow and unfortunately, he did.

"Court, hold up!" The punk called out, jogging over to his girlfriend. This was exactly what she knew was going to happen. She planned it. Unlike last time, she stopped but that annoyed look remained as she tried to stay nonchalant. "What's up with you?"

The CIT's eye twitched at his question. "'What's up with you?' Are you being serious? No are you okay or anything but a 'what's up with you?'!"

"Oh, uh... are you okay?" Duncan asked, scratching his neck.

"Now, you're just saying that because I told you to!" She snapped, tightening her arms over her chest before taking a deep breath. "Do you want to know if I'm okay? Well, you can't because you're busy withthosepeople. They aren't your friends and never will be."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." The punk responded, lowering his head at the memory.

They were sick of the many occasions he would ditch them due to his girlfriend and how he would always side with his girlfriend. Especially if it was something he was passionate about but had to hide it due to the fact that his girlfriend didn't like it. It was worse due to the fact that everyone had their suspicious on the CIT. They weren't suspicions, they'd witnessed and seen through her lies in person.

It was after school and the five friends confronted the punk in a somewhat secluded area.

The best friend stepped up, sternly glaring at her friend who didn't seem like a friend recently."Duncan... we need to talk."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Courtney isn't what she seems."

Duncan eyed his friend, trying to see if they were joking and glanced at his other friends. He started laughing. "Nice joke, man. Now seriously, what are we here for?"

"Uh dude, we're not joking." The blonde stated, nervously giving the surfer a look.

"Dude, she's my girlfriend. I don't care if you don't approve. She isn'tyourgirlfriend."

Oh how he wished he'd listened to that advice. Maybe then he wouldn't have lost his electric-green mohawk and his tattoos and piercings.

"... And that's why you should-" Courtney paused once she realised her boyfriend seemed to be lost in thought. Surely meeting his parents to make a discussion wouldn't make someone that lost in thought. "Are you even listening to me!?"

Duncan snapped out of his thoughts, trying to come up with an excuse. "I was just, uh, looking at..." He hesitated, meeting her eyes. He couldn't just tell her he regrets not listening to his old friends. The CIT wouldn't murdered him if he even mentioned any of their names. She placed a hand on her hip and was impatiently waiting for an answer. "You look really hot right now, princess."

At the statement, Courtney's smile returned as she pulled him into a kiss. They were making-out. As always.

It didn't matter if they were in a daycare, school, party. They would always kiss.

Courtney pulled away from the kiss. "Didn't I tell you about calling me stuff like 'hot'?" She questioned before pulling him again for a kiss. But then, she pulled away again and murmured, "It was in the new list I made for you." Kiss again. "Remember?" Another kiss. This time, it was a little longer. "You better... memorise it by tomorrow."

By now, the kiss had lost its spark from the CIT's words. It wasn't special anymore because she was still talking about the list.

The punk removed his hands away from his girlfriend as she followed. Now, she was talking about the listagain. And he wasn't listening. It was back to his best friend. Once Courtney noticed, she kicked her boyfriend by the groin and stormed off.

"Gothie's going down, gothie's going down..." She mumbled, scribbling in her to-do list. "And I'll make sure of it."

This is a mainly Duncan centered fic. If you're looking for Gwuncan, just be patient because there will be Gwuncan.
Anyways, my friend sent this video. It's a Duncney slander video and I hate them too and I'm assuming whoever is reading this also hates them: https/watch?v=Sr6Cx-qs9SI