The following day, news about the graffiti spread like wildfire. The punk had sprayed a giant wall and some of the spray paint had landed on the statue of the principal. It was smaller than the size of a fly. Most of the spray paint was on the wall. The principal, Chris McLean seemed more angry at the little green colour on his purely gold statue than the walls of his school. The culprit wasn't going to get away with that serious crime.

Everyone had heard about it, wondering who the new Duncan was. After all, this Duncan wouldn't do that. Especially when the CIT practically has a leash around him most of the time. But the new DuncanisDuncan. The real one.

Due to no one suspecting him for once, the punk thought he would be free from detention.

Though, that didn't happen when the principal's assistant, Blaineley, trudged in the middle of Duncan's class. She had just come from a heated argument with the principal.

Blaineley looked at her checklist, slowly raising her eyes to the students. "Is Duncan Carter here?" The punk met eyes with the assistant as she let out an irritated sigh. She remembered the many times she had to come into the classroom to bring the punk to the principal's office. He was the trouble child. The assistant turned around and strutted off saying, "Follow me."

The punk rose from his seat, feeling everyones' eyes on him. This used to be normal. Now it felt like getting in trouble for the first time.

Courtney, who was sitting next to him and disappointingly shaking her head.

Yesterday, as the punk was walking back home, the CIT was calling him about his reports. And due to the fact that Duncan's father sold his motorbike, it was obvious that he'd failed. Though hearing his girlfriend screeching through the phone seemed worse than losing his motorbike. His ears were ringing by the end of it.

And she'd even broken things off with him because they were in a heated argument over it. That was because Duncan argued back rather than pretend to listen and nod.

Duncan shook it off, rushing to catch up to Blaineley. She was walking in a hasty manner. At the same time, she would point out to the students who she walked past to tie their hair up or fix their uniform. All the punk did was follow and ask questions. "What's going on?"

"Don't play dumb. We know you vandalised 'TheMcLean Residency of His Hotness'." Blaineley quoted the statue's name, clenching her jaw at the stupid name.

"Hold up. I didn't spray that thing."

The assistant, pushed the assistant principal office's door open to see no one is around. "That's because there's a small mark on it, genius. Now, he's bawling his eyes out over it." She explained, pointing at the only empty seat next to a goth girl. "Now, sit next to her while I tell Chris you're here."

With that, she headed inside the principal's office.

Duncan's eyes widened at the sight. That wasn't just any goth girl. That was his best friend.

"Okay Duncan, this isn't going to work with us and her. We've tried but we're sick of it now." The blonde interrupted, stopping the argument between the punk and his best friend. "So it's either us or Courtney."

The punk glanced at his other friends at how absurd that sounded.

Picking between his best friends and girlfriend? That was too much now.

No one looked like they were going to call Geoff out to say that was messed up. Instead, they agreed... Even his best friend.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Why should I chose-"

"Who's it going to be, Duncan?" His best friend interjected. "Us or her? You can't pick both."

Duncan furrowed his eyebrows down at his best friend before taking a heavy sigh. "Fine." He scoffed, taking another breath.

"Glad to know you picked the right side." The glutton stated happily. The others softly started to smile. Everyone was expecting him to chose their side. Duncan remained silent. "Buddy?"

"I did chose the right side..." Duncan nodded.

His best friend was crossing her fingers, silently praying that he wasn't going to place his girlfriend over his friends of almost seven years. Or his best friend, which was her, who'd been there for ten years.'Please don't be Courtney.' She thought.

Duncan took the seat next to the goth as she pushed herself as far as she could go. Those feelings were coming again. Those stupid, stupid feelings.

The punk did that too. It wasn't much of a difference.

To be honest, things had felt complicated to her. There were these little feelings. It was like, like. Fuzzy feelings, that cliché of butterflies in your stomach, and heart rapidly beating.

The both were thinking back over that day.

"... Because I chose Courtney."

Awkwardness built up between the two. They stayed stubborn. Hated each other. Neither would talk or even look at each other. It's been months since the last time they'd even met eye to eye. Except it didn't seem like hatred. More like mournfulness. Over the end of their ten-year friendship. A decade old.

Now it was gone.

Maybe it was forever.

"You can't be serious."

The punk shrugged, hands in his pockets. "I said what I said. I chose Courtney. Deal with it!"

Game over.

"Duncan," Blaineley called out, opening the door. "Gwen, come in."

That was her name. Hisbest friend'sname. Gwen.

In the principal's office, the twoexfriends sat beside each other on the uncomfortable chairs while Chris was sitting on the best chairs created. Only one was crafted and it was personably crafted for the principal and his needs and necessities. But for everyone else, he bought the seating from the local . Anyways, Blaineley was standing next to him, intimidatingly glowering at the misbehaved students.

"Now," Chris started, sniffing at the tragedy of his statue. That green stain was heartbreaking. Even more heartbreaking when Blaineley broke up with him. That wasn't very heartbreaking though. It was more heartbreaking when Chef rejected him. "Blaineley, tissues." He ordered, snapping his fingers. The assistant scoffed, throwing the tissue box on his face. "Watch the face!"

Blaineley crossed her arms, pondering why she chose this job. Oh wait, this was because her show got cancelled because she was fawning over a young male model: Brody.

"Oh shut up and give those two their punishment." She stated, pointing at the two teenagers.

Chris glanced back at the two and his mouth was in an 'o' shape, saying, "Oh right. Duncan, clean up the paint from my statue. It better be sparkling."

"That's it?" Duncan asked, cocking an eyebrow. He had to clean a tiny, barely visible, splatter off the statue. That could be done in less than five minutes.

"That's it!?" Blaineley shrieked. "He practically graffitied half the school. Oh who am I kidding, you vandalised your own school last time."

The principal grinned at his assistant's annoyance. "That's right. AndIam the principal."

"But that's absolutely nothing!"

"Well, the cops wouldn't arrest him 'cause 'it was barely anything'." Chris finger-quoted. "What do you think he should do,huh? Oh wait, you can't because you're not the principal,Mildred."

"That's because you were only trying to charge him for the mark on that stupid statue of yours." The principal gasped at the comment. "What?"

Chris crossed his arms at his assistant. This was how their conversations usually went. No matter who they were in front of. One time, they were bickering in front of the government. They still blame the other about it to this day.

"Hmph!"

Blaineley turned to the teenagers to explain the consequence. "Duncan, you have to clean all the graffiti up and two months of detention after school. And Gwen-" She was about to explain the goth's punishment before she was interrupted by Chris.

"Hmph!" Chris added, bringing attention to himself.

"What do you think Gwen's punishment should be,princess?" The assistant sarcastically asked.

Gwen and Duncan glanced at each other quickly at the bickering. This was the first time they met eye-to-eye in months. But their eyes darted away once they met.

"Fine! Have a good life with Courtney!" His best friend spat, marching off. "Come on guys." She instructed as the rest of his friend followed her.

That was the last time they spoke to each other. They vowed to never even look at each other.

However the situation was still absurd. This was theprincipalandassistantprincipal'sdiscussion. They knew those two weren't the most professional authoritative figures but this seemed more like two children roleplaying in their professions. The teenagers, who got in trouble, seemed more responsible than them.

"Clean up the graffiti and detention with Duncan."

This time, Blaineley didn't protest. It didn't really matter. "Works with me."

Gwen's eyes widened. "What!?" She shrieked, halting up. "I didn't even do that. Why should I clean up withhim." She pointed to the punk beside her who was slouching on his spot. Bad posture, am I right?

"But you did break my picture!" Chris protested.

"He means that you were involved in a physical fight with another student." Blaineley corrected, pinching the principal's arm.

"But Courtney was also fighting. Why isn't she in trouble?"

In the morning, Courtney had confronted the goth to keep her goth girl hooks off her boyfriend. Gwen was confused about that due to the fact that her and Duncan haven't spoken in months and the CIT took it the wrong way, saying out of pocket things to taunt her. And that led to a fight in the hallways. During the fight, the CIT had shoved Gwen into the wall which was hanging the picture of the principal. Hence, why the principal was also angered at the goth.

"Because you started the fight." Blaineley stated, obviously lying. Courtney's father was a big funder to the school and the school can't lose such a big funder. Especially with a principal like the one they have. The assistant opened the narrow shelf which contained cleaning supplies and handed it to the two students. "The walls aren't going to clean up themselves."

And with that, Gwen and Duncan were pushed out of the office with the supplies while Blaineley bicker for the millionth time of the day.

I swear the Gwuncan moments will start