Warning: This story features eating disorders, self-harm, sexual assault and sex or course

"DUNCAN!" I opened my eyes to see my dad glaring down at me. "Boy, get your ass out of bed. You leave tomorrow and you're not even packed yet!"

Fuck, I forgot; today was the day I had to leave to live with my mom's best friend for the school year. This was going to fucking suck; I was going to be eleven hours away from my friends. This was my senior year of high school, the year where I fucking ruled that place, I would show those weenies who was in charge. Too bad I got fucking expelled for trying to be the good guy. It all started when me and my buddy Scott, who is two years below me, were shoving two nerds into the garbage can in order to do our homework

*Flashback*

"C'mon man," I snarled, looking down at Harold, this red-head loser, "Give me the answers to the fucking test tomorrow or else I'm throwing you in the dumpster." I threatened, pointing towards the dumpster outside.

"Yeah!" Scott said to this puny black kid

"But learning is a beautiful thing, you feel so good when you get a 100% all on your own." The talking pencil that Scott was torturing whimpered.

Scott grabbed his glasses from his face. "Nope. Torturing you losers into making you do stuff is way more fun." And snapped his glasses in half

"Fuck it Cam, let them throw us into the dumpsters, they're not going to get far in life anyways." Harold protested, crossing his arms together.

I looked at Scott, giving him the signal. We lifted the garbage can and headed outside the dumpster towards the dumpster.

Just as I was about to throw Harold into the dumpster, I heard a girl cry for help, it wasn't just any girl, it sounded like- Zoey! Her boyfriend, Mike, had her pinned against the walls, holding her wrists tightly. "Mike, Stop, you're hurting me!" Zoey pleaded

Mike laughed. "Mike's not here anymore." He said, in a voice that was lower than his usual high pitched, squeaky voice. He slapped her across the face. That made me completely clock out, I set the garbage bin with Harold in it down and went towards them.

Zoey was in my homeroom, she was two years behind me. She was like a little sister to me. She was the only one that saw the real side of me, the only person who liked me for who I actually was. Not for the bully, like Scott and everyone else, but the me that had an inner soft side that no one else knew about besides her and my ma. She once told me how her boyfriend suffered from multiple personality disorder and that whenever 'Mal' showed up, he would abuse her. She didn't deserve that, I kept trying to tell her that she could do so much better but she wouldn't listen and would always same the bullshit like, "He's trying to get help." Or, "You don't understand what he's going through, he really does love me!"

"Hey, Asshole!" I say. As Mike turns around, I punch him right in the face.

"Duncan!" Zoey cried

Before I could respond, Mike retaliated and slammed me against the wall and clocked me right in the nose, blood was now running down towards my mouth. I looked at him and was proud that I had givin him a swollen purple eye. Soon people were circling around us chanting "fight" I had him pinned up against the wall while he was trying to choke me when the principal came out.

"Hey!" he yelled, separating us. "What the hell is going on?"

"Oh, Principal Wilbar!" Mike wailed, running over to him and hugging him, his squeaky loser voice was back. What a fucking suck up. "I-It was horrible! I was just talking to my girlfriend when he," pointing at me, "Came up and just started attacking me!" You gotta be fucking kidding me right now.

My anger took over and I headed over towards Mike again "Why you little-" I was stopped by Scott holding me back

"Easy man, that won't help your current situation right now." Scott quietly says to me.

Scott was right, I took in a deep breath to calm myself down before speaking. "Principle Wilbar, I saw Mike abusing Zoey, he slapped her. She's one of my pals and I couldn't see her go through that."

Mike gasped. "Principal Wilbar, he's lying! Yes Zoey and I got into a little argument, but I would NEVER hurt her in any physical way." This fucking dick was now pulling lies right out of his ass. I was now developing a headache from how angry I was.

The principal raised a brow at Mike before looking at Zoey. "Ms. McDonald, is this true, has Mr. Klee harmed you in any way?"

All eyes were now on Zoey, she looked like she was going to pass out at any second now. She kept looking back at me and Mike. "Tell the truth." I mouthed to her when she looked at me.

"Ms. McDonald…" The Principal urged

She looked at me one last time, only this time her face had guilty written all over it, she wouldn't…she finally looked the Principal in the eyes. "No, Mike has never hit me." I looked over at Mike, who was grinning to himself. He was gonna fucking pay someday.

Principal Wilbar sighed. "Mr. Frey," He says, looking at me, "My office, NOW!" As I followed him, all of the students around me "Oohing." The Principal turns around quickly towards them. "That's enough, all of you get to class!" he yells. Everybody's eyes widen and quickly heads towards the building. I saw Zoey ahead of me with that piece of shit, wrapped around her. He looked back at me with an evil smile on his face. My blood began to boil, so I quickly tried to look anywhere else to avoid eye contact with him. He was the one who should be in trouble, not me. Hopefully Zoey will come down later on and tell the Principal the truth. Sure she took her asshole boyfriend's side, but I figured she just went along with what he said at the time because she didn't want to admit to her abusive relationship in front of half of the school. I kept praying that Zoey would go down to the office and tell them the truth; she never did though. She had officially betrayed me, I didn't know if I could ever trust her again. Principal Wilbar had called my parents down. After grabbing a few tissues for my nose from the nurse's office, I sat in a secluded area of the office while waiting for my parents to come. My heart was beating; I could feel the anxiety kicking in. Whenever Wilbar called my parents down, the consequences were always bad.

My parents finally showed up after waiting fifteen long minutes. My dad gave me a hard glare while my mom could only look at me in disappointment. The Principal came out of his office. "Ah, Mr and Mrs. Frey, please come in!" he looked directly at me after. "Duncan." He nodded his head to have me come inside too. Wilber sat in his chair and looked directly at me. "Duncan, this tenth fight you've gotten into this month-"

"Mike aggressively pinned Zoey towards the wall and slapped her!" I defensively said. I knew he was going to say that Zoey never admitted to the abuse, I quickly continued before he could say anything. "Please, someone needs to talk to Zoey. She only denied it because she probably didn't want to admit to being abused to half the school."

Principal Wilbar sighed. "Yes, the faculty and I are aware of Mr. Klee's condition, but that does not excuse your actions, this school does not tolerate violence, especially yours, Mr. Frey!" He looks over at my parents. "I think it's best if next year, Duncan attended another school. I would expel him for the rest of the school year, except that would be pointless to do since there's less than a month left till the school you and it wouldn't be fair for you to miss your finals."

"But next year's my senior year!" I can't go to a brand new school for my senior year; I was supposed to rule Skyridge high, I mean I already kind of do. Now I'm gonna be a no one.

My ma looks towards my dad. "Richard, I think Duncan needs a fresh start in a whole new place, how about he stays with my friend Mireya?" I don't like the sound of this. My dad looked confused as to who she was talking about. "You know, my old friend from high school, she lives up in Calgary."

"You mean your Puerto Rican friend?" my dad asked

I stood up in anger; there was no fucking way I was going eleven hours just to stay with people I don't fucking know. "There's no fucking way I'm going way up there!"

"Watch your tone, mister!" My dad sternly said.

"Duncan sweetie, you've been getting into trouble not only here, but other places like the mall and people's properties. I know home isn't the best atmosphere for you at the moment either. I just think you need a break from the people who are causing stress in your life and also the people who encourage you to do bad behavior."

"Like that one ginger kid…" My dad mumbled.

"But I can't leave now, what about my friends? You know what, fuck all of you!" I yelled before I left to smoke a cig.

Later on that night my ma knocked on my door while I was listening to music. "It's opened." I yelled. My ma was the only one that seemed to actually give a shit about me in my family. I mean for one, she was the only one that knocked before coming in; everyone else kind of just barged in without notice.

She smiled sweetly when she entered. "Honey, I know you're upset about this but I think it's best if you took a break from people that put a lot of stress on you like your father. Mireya is one of my dearest friends, you've met her a few times when you were younger. Remember the two twin girls that were your age? What were the girl's names again…Jasmine and let's see, the other started with a C….Cassandra, no…Courtney, yea that was it! Try to call me once a week okay. I'm only doing this because I care about you and I think getting away from all of this negativity around you will help you. I do love you, Sweetheart. " She says hugging me.

Well as long as the girl's are chill, I guess moving won't be so bad...and if they're hot, that would be a plus.

*end of flashback*

I decided to look the girls up on Facebook; Ma told me their last names were Santos. I typed in Jasmine Santos first, she was pretty hot, but I looked at her sexual orientation that read 'Lesbian'. Hey, I'm not one to judge, I think it's pretty rad and extremely hot that she's into girls. I checked out Courtney's profile next, she looked exactly like her sister minus the lighter skin tone and hair color; she also had a different nose and unlike Jasmine, Courtney has little freckles across the bridge of her nose. Even though they were basically identical, she somehow looked way hotter than Jasmine. The only thing was she looked like a total buzz kill, she enjoyed political shit and had the fucking debate team listed as one of her activities.

It's been about a month since my sister Jasmine came out of the closet and my parents are still giving her the silent treatment, well my father at least. I think my mother finally got around; she broke down and cried when my sister made her announcement and avoided her the first few days or so since she didn't really know how to handle the news, let alone talk to her about it. She finally came around though and had a long talk about how she'll accept her no matter what since she's still her child and told us both that as long as we're happy with our life partners and that they treat us well, then she'll accept them into our family. Once again we sat around the dinner table in complete awkward silence.

"So that one kid is coming tomorrow, right?" Jasmine asks, trying to break the silence. Oh yea, some guy that's the son of one of my mother's old friend from high school is going to stay with us for the school year. Apparently he's a delinquent that's caused so much trouble over in his city. I can't believe my father is actually letting him stay. Then again, he hasn't kicked Jasmine out after she told him about her sexual preference.

"Courtney, you really did a fantastic job with making the guest room nice and welcoming" My father complimented me

"Um, that was Jasmine actually." I say looking over at Jasmine. She nodded excitedly and looked hopeful at our father hoping he would actually acknowledge her for the first time this month

He obviously ignored her like she wasn't even there and just kept his eyes locked on me. "Well I Just hope you make Duncan feel welcomed just as much as you did with his room, Court."

I looked over at Jasmine, who looked like she was on the verge of tears, her fists were clenched tightly and she bit down on her bottom lip, probably to hold back from saying something she'd regret later. "I think I'm going to go to bed now, thank you for dinner mother." She said before quickly running up the stairs.

The three of us sat there in silence as we heard Jasmine's door slam shut loudly. This happens every single night for the past month; Dad would completely ignore her despite any accomplishments that she achieved, then she would excuse herself to leave and cry until she fell asleep. I wish my father wasn't such a prick about this; it's been incredibly uncomfortable being in this household now. Even on our birthday, my dad just handed us our presents then claimed that he had an urgent 'meeting' before completely vanishing for the next twenty four hours. Sometimes I feel like he's also hiding something.

I felt like writing a Duncney story, so voila! the next chapter is actually almost done, that should be up within the next 48 hours or so. Oh, If some of you have guessed, Jasmine is Leshawna's friend from the TDI video message, I always wanted to write a story with her as Courtney's sister since they look so much alike and yes, she will be friends with Leshawna in this story as well. Review now!