Hey everyone! Guess what? I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD! And, I've brought a new chapter with me! There really isn't an excuse for this chapter being so late. Some was writer's block, some was laziness, but mostly laziness. I'm really sorry. I hope you enjoy this chapter though!

Since I forgot before, I don't own Total Drama Island. If I did, Duncan wouldn't have dropped out of TDWT.

Courtney POV

I didn't want to walk home with him, but I didn't have much of a choice. We filed out of the classroom slowly and we quietly walked to my locker. Quietly...unbelievable. I put in my combination and opened the locker.

"Damn!" Duncan shouted rudely, "You're locker is neat." He was shocked by a neat locker? I wasn't sure why a clean locker was so hard to believe. I stared at him blankly, confused by his remark. "You should see my locker." He continued.

"I really don't want to." I replied honestly. Seriously, I did not want to. Knowing me I would look at the disgusting mess and disarray and then probably start straitening it out, and I was not about to do that. Not for him. Duncan sighed as I placed the last of the books I needed into my shoulder bag and closed my locker. "So do you need to go to your locker or what?" I asked.

"Do you really think I need any of my homework?" He said. What a dumb question. Of course he needed his homework. I really didn't understand this boy, and he was really getting me frustrated.

"Um, YES!" I screamed, probably louder than necessary. I leaned forward threateningly and he stuck his hands up. "You need to do your homework, it's important! If you ever want to get into college you need good grades. Your educational future nearly depends on your homework since it's such a big factor in good grades! Are you stupid?"

"I'm not stupid. As a matter of fact I'm just too smart to do it." He crossed his arms and stared me down smugly. I was disgusted. Did Miss Standish really expect me to work with this? I rolled my eyes and began to walk forward, away from him.

"I highly doubt that!" I shouted behind me, responding to his dumb answer. It wasn't long before he caught up behind me. We exited the school and began walking down the sidewalk towards my house. The clouds were gray and heavy above us, and the air smelled of rain.

I innerly praised myself for bringing my umbrella. Duncan hadn't spoken a word since we left school and I was beginning to wonder why he was so quiet...

Duncan POV

It was fun pushing Courtney's buttons, and it was so incredibly easy too. I've always found angry women to be quite, I don't know, scary? But Courtney was different. I wanted to see her angry. It was just so pleasing to me and I couldn't understand why.

It couldn't have to do with the fact that when she's angry she's irresistibly hot, could it? My inner thoughts challenged. I smiled in response. That could have a lot to do with it. Or maybe how her nose crinkles up in disgust? That's pretty cute, too. I shook my head. What? Since when did I notice that? Was I really paying that close attention to her? I shook my head again. I couldn't have, I was just being silly.

Courtney POV

"I think it's gonna rain." Duncan said, looking up towards the sky.

"Thanks for stating the obvious." I replied, gesturing up at the sky.

"How much longer do we got till we get to your place?" I looked up into his teal eyes and thought for a moment. How long had we been walking anyway? I looked around at our surroundings and suddenly knew.

"Um, about five minutes? We're about two blocks away down that corner now." I pointed in the direction of my house.

"Oh," He said quietly, "I think I've been over by your house a few times. You live pretty close to Geoff, don't you?"

"Yeah, he lives three houses down from me." I scoffed a bit thinking about how you could still hear the booming noises of his loud parties from even three houses away. Some people actually need to sleep. "I'm assuming that you go to all of his parties?" I asked, still annoyed at the mere thought of Geoff and his boisterous parties.

"Well, yeah, they're only the best parties to go to. And I'm assuming that you don't go to all of his parties?" He said, mocking my tone. My facial expression only crinkled up more in annoyance.

"They happen to keep me up all night, thank you. And I wouldn't dare go to one of his parties. I may be best friends with Bridgette, but that doesn't mean I have to approve of Geoff." Duncan chuckled quietly.

"Of course." He teased. I was getting a little sick of this. "And I bet that you're the one who always calls the cops to break the party up?" I could feel heat filling up in my cheeks. Oh no, I was blushing. I turned my head away, looking across the street.

He was right, I was always the one who called the police on them. But it wasn't like it was my fault, and besides I wasn't the only one who called the police on them. My neighbor old Mrs. Branson did a few times, too. So really, it's not that bad, really.

"No." I lied.

"Come on, you so do. It sounds so like something you would do." He was pushing it, I was about ready to snap at him. Breathe, Courtney, just remember what you learn in your meditation classes. I took a deep breath in.

"Okay, maybe just once." I replied, and let all of the air out.

"I knew it!" He laughed and shook his head. "Next time could you maybe not do that?" I scoffed and decided that now wasn't the best time to get into yet another argument.

"Sure." I grumbled, just to get him off my back.

"I appreciate it." He responded. Yeah right. The walk remained silent for the remainder of the walk, thankfully. As we approached my house, I took out a set of my house keys from my shoulder bag. As we turned onto my front lawn, Duncan let out a loud whistle. I turned my head back to look at him as we headed towards the front steps that lead up to my wrap around porch.

"What?" I asked. He stared my house up and down.

"Nice house." He replied. Was that a compliment coming from Duncan Pratt that wasn't perverse? I stepped back and took in the look of my house. It was large, two stories, white with a balcony and porch. I nodded. It was very nice.

"Thanks." I mumbled bitterly. I walked up the steps and opened the front door. The house was quiet. My parents were at work, and my brother was at soccer so we had the house to ourselves.I stepped into the front hall and slipped off my shoes. "Shoes off." I scolded as he came in after me.

"Yeah, yeah." He complained, slowly slipping off his pair of revolting red converse. I placed my house keys on one of the hooks above the small end table at the end of the hall and lead us up the stairs to my room. "This is my room." I stated matter-of-factly. I placed my bag on the floor beside my bed.

"Girly much?" He asked staring at the violet painted walls and royal purple canopy bed. He approached the bed and took a seat, picking up a pillow that was sitting next to my favorite stuffed bear. "Princess." He read the stitching on the pillow aloud. "You know, this pillow suits you very well. It was made for you."

"Oh shut up." I snapped as I took a seat opposite of him on the bed.

"Sure thing, Princess." He emphasized on the new nickname for me. It was disgusting, but I wasn't about to get into what would be another argument when there was work to be done. I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly as I reached into my bag and pulled out a binder.

"We have until six. Let's get started." I opened up the binder to reveal the work I completed so far. "The wedding." I thought aloud, taking out the pictures of the wedding dress and brides maids outfits I'd selected.

"Ha!" He boomed as he picked up the picture of the wedding dress. "This is the one you picked? Gross!" He tossed the picture back onto the open binder.

"I didn't ask for your opinion." I glared at him and then looked down at the image. The dress was white of course. It was strapless and silky, and poofed out at the waist where it flowed elegantly to the ground in elegant swirls of fabric. It was gorgeous. I wasn't sure what was his problem. He obviously didn't understand what true beauty was. "I happen to like this dress."

"Whatever." He replied carelessly. The pillow was still in his hands. I snatched it away and placed it next to me.

"Hey! What the hell?" His eyes went wide for a second, taken aback by my unexpected movement.

"I just don't want your germs all over it." It was true, who knows where he'd been? And that wasn't an overreaction.

"I don't have cooties." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not so sure about that." I responded with the same force of sarcasm. There was silence as we glared at one another. I decided to be the mature one. "Let's just forget about it okay? We need to find you a tuxedo." I rose from the bed and went over to my desk, opening up my pink laptop.

"You can pick it out," Duncan started, as he leaned back onto my bed so he was facing the top of my canopy. "I really don't care."

"You know, if we're going to win this thing, I need you to participate." I scolded.

"It's just a freaking tux! They all look the same!" The neanderthal was right. For the most part, they did all look the same. I just sighed, letting it go. I typed "black tux" into google and picked the first decent looking one. I hit print and went back to the binder on my bed and took out the rubric for the project.

"So we need a date for the wedding now." I said as I read the rubric's contents.

"Well, when are you free Princess?" Duncan joked as he sat back up. A waft of his thick, musky cologne swept across my nose at his swift movement. I shook my head. This nickname was going to drive me insane. Forget it, Courtney I told myself calmly. I ignored his stupid comment and the cologne.

"How about a July wedding?" I stepped over to the calendar hanging above my desk. "July 24th?"

"I want a fall wedding." He pestered. "On a boat." He grinned like an idiot. Did I just hear him correctly? Did he say fall? And on a boat?

"Forget it. Are you crazy? It's freezing in the fall here! It would be even colder on a boat, in the water! We're having a summer wedding. In a church." I yelled.

"Fine, you wait at the church. I'll be on the boat." I groaned.

"You do realize that we both have to be at the same place in order to get married?" He just stared at me. I sighed. "Normally, I don't do this," I admitted before continuing, "but how about a compromise?"

"I'm listening." He said suggestively. "What do you have in mind?" He winked, and I could only imagine the disgusting things he had in mind.

"Nothing that you do." I said, disgusted. "We'll have a summer wedding. On July 24th. At four o'clock." I paused. "On a boat." I grumbled through my teeth.

"Works for me, Princess." He said looking at the picture of his tux,

"Would you mind not calling me that please?" I begged.

"Yes, I would mind, Princess." There was no use in trying. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I should just do this all by myself. This was going to be the death of me. Duncan Pratt was going to kill me. That is, if I didn't kill him first.

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ALSO! If any of you reading this are Twilight fans, I should have an Alice/Jasper fanfic up shortly. It's really hard to write, but I'll eventually get it up!

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