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Courtney

"What the hell are you doing here, Duncan?" I exclaimed, unlocking and pushing my old, stuck window up to see my boyfriend climbing up the side of my house.

He stuck his foot through the top last whole on the vineyard and heaved himself through the opening, me jumping out of the way.

He stood and dusted himself off. "God, you know how freaking hard it was to climb that thing?"

I grabbed his arm and tugged it. "What the hell are you doing here?" I repeated. "My parents are right down the hall my little brother's next door."

"Lovely to see you, too, Princess." He planted a kiss on my cheek. I blushed and smiled, feeling like goo inside. Warm, fuzzy goo. But I quickly glanced at my door and hardened. God, what if Daddy shows up at the door? So I kept pulling on Duncan's arm, dragging him toward the window.

"Let go already," he growled, pulling his arm away and snapping it back against his body. "This is supposed to be romantic." He threw himself dramatically down on my bed and folded an arm across him face.

I growled. "Get out of here," I hissed. "You're dirtying up my bed!" I grabbed his arm again and tried to pull him onto the floor.

Duncan just laughed. "That's getting annoying." He pulled on my arm in a quick movement, sending me flying on top of him. Our faces were practically touching. We stared at each other for a moment, then I flushed, jumping up and backing away.

"I want you out of here," I said.

Duncan stared at me knowingly, a smart-ass smirk on his face. "No, you don't."

"Oh, yes I do."

He stood, taking a few steps toward me across the plush, white carpet. I stared at the pink walls cluttered with pictures and awards as he got close to me, breathing on my neck, so close...

"Kiss me," he whispered.

"Why?" I knew it would just start something bad. Really bad. It always ended up that way.

He ran his index finger over my lips softly and I shivered. His touch felt so great. "Because I know you want to," he purred seductively.

No lies there. He noticed my lack of answer or argument, smirking at me again. "And you know I'm right."

I bit my lips, rubbing my hands together harshly behind my back. God, how much I wanted him to kiss me! To touch me...

Wait. No. I am Courtney Marie Castillo, and I will not allow this to go on in my bedroom. I stared at Duncan straight-on, whipping out my meanest face. "I want you out of my room, and back to your own house." I scowled at him, and he just kept on smirking at me. God! What was his problem?!

"House? No, babe. My parents kicked me out so now I gots my own apartment."

I kept the glare on my face. "I want you out of my room," I said again, feeling like a parrot.

"No, you don't," he repeated, his voice wrapping around me like silk. I didn't move as he put one finger below my chin, lifting my face slowly so my lips could meet his. It started out as a soft, nice, warm kiss. But a minute later, it intensified, deepening.

I pushed my body against his to get closer. I needed to get closer.

Ah, ah, ah, the A-student voice in the back of my head chastised. Why are you kissing him? He just wants to get inside your pants! You're better than that.

Nuh-uh! the laid-back part of me blasted back at her. He loves me! And I love him!

Mmm-hmm, sure. Whatever, honey. Whatever you wanna believe.

"But it's true!" I shouted out loud, making Duncan jump and stare at me in bewilderment. "What? What's true?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Nothing."

He shrugged and smiled his genuine grin at me. "Do you know how hot you are?" I followed his eyes down to my hips. I was only wearing boy short undies and a bright purple tank top.

"Oh, jeez." I hopped away from him and groaned, grabbing the pair of blue knit shorts I had been about to put on before he jumped through the window and pulled them on.

When I turned around he was lying on my bed again, examining a figurine that had been on my night table. "Don't touch that!" I whispered, snatching it away from him and dusting it off. Setting it back down gently, I spun back around to face Duncan. He was right in front of me, looking down into my dark onyx eyes. Then without warning, me grabbed me around the waist and picked me up off my feet, kissing me intensely.

I ignored the quarrel going on in the back of my mind as I kissed him and let myself melt into him, us falling back down onto the bed. I was lying on top of him, running my hands through his dark hair and short green mohawk fiercely.

While I was messing with is hair, he was messing with the clothes. He was pulling at the bottom of my shirt, shimmying it up around my boobs. His tongue felt so good and warm inside my mouth, making me shudder.

He pulled back and began kissing me from the lobe of my ear down to the base of my neck. "God, I freaking love you." He cussed and commented on how sexy I was. He rolled us over, and I closed my eyes as he continued kissing and nibbling on my neck.

"I love you, too," I whispered, yanking his shirt off and pulling him closer. I ran my hands up and down his chest, remembering every muscle I had touched the last time this had happened. . .

I tightly wrapped my arms around him and took a big whiff of his rugged, gangsta cologne. Yep. The whole 'good girl' thing was definitely gone for tonight. Oh well. See ya.

Duncan had just reached around me to unhook my bra when the door burst open. He shot up and I yelped, rolling onto the floor.

I sat up and pulled my shirt down, staring at my little brother, Jason, who was standing in the doorway.

He gave me an evil 11-year-old boy smirk, narrowing his eyes and flicking them from me to Duncan and back to me again. Then he glanced down the hallway and raised his brows at me.

My eyes widened. "Jason, don't you dare tell–"

"Mom! Dad!" he shouted, his voice ringing throughout the quiet house. "Courtney has a boy in her room! And he's got awesome hair!" He bolted down the hall and surely would be stopping by my parent's room.

"That little shit!" Duncan hisses, grabbing his shirt off the floor and pulling it back on. It was inside-out, but it wasn't the time to mention that.

I pushed him towards the window, forcing it back open. "You have to go! Hurry!"

He stuck his leg out the window and started to climb down, but stopped to stare at me expectantly.

I stared back for a few seconds. "What?"

"No good night kiss?" he whines, puckering his lips.

The sound of my father's footsteps approaching my door shot my voice up a few octaves with fear. "Get out! Now!"

He grabbed the top of the vineyard and started slowly climbing down.

I tried to shove my window down fast, but before I could close it all the way, my dad was in the room, giving me a death-stare. His nostrils flared, and his jaw rigid, he looked pretty menacing.

I gulped, stepping away from the window. He didn't say anything, so I started the argument for him. "Uh. . .hey, Daddy."

He glared at me for a few moments. "What's this I hear about you making out with a boy with 'awesome hair'?" he snarled.

I looked at him, but not meeting his eyes. "I was just reading, Daddy," I said as non-chalantly as I could manage. "Then Jason came in and said he was going to get revenge on me for. . .eating the last Ho Ho."

My eyes flicked toward the window – a nervous habit. Damn. I had just given Duncan away. I really have got to be rid of that.

Daddy stomped over to the window, pulling it up with ease. I wondered for a moment why it was so hard for me to open. He leaned out the window and looked down.

"Crap," I muttered.

BTW, Duncan is SUPPOSED to say "gots".