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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Author's Note: Hello, world and my wonderful readers. How is everybody? Here's Chapter 10, and I apologize in advance because this is to date the LONGEST chapter! It was imperative because it's Duncan and Courtney's first "date" and I went into more detail with their back stories. I also provided more of their thoughts to contrast with their reactions over one another and how Courtney is attracted to Duncan a little bit. When I wrote the original scene, I pictured some kind of sultry jazz music playing in the beginning in the alleyway, and "When You Were Young" by The Killers when they're driving to the diner. Shutting up now, read and enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE, NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN , WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG, OR PULP FICTION. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON, THE MOODY BLUES, THE KILLERS, AND QUENTIN TARANTINO, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
Chapter Ten: Attempt and Confessions
Outside The Tainted Kitty, Sunday, December 7th, 1:45 am
Duncan leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette, as he waited outside the back exit of Tainted Kitty. If he was going to show her that he was serious and genuinely sorry, it had to be now. She came out with LeShawna.
"Good night, Chickie." She said before turning left, Courtney turned right.
"Night, Bunz." She walked down the alleyway, Duncan started following her.
"Hey, Ice Man."
Courtney turned around to see him and groaned. "Uggh, not again. Now what?"
"Well, can't a guy say hi to a pretty girl?" He innocently inquired.
This is more than saying hi, he's up to something. "Yes, but not to the point of stalking."
Stalking, huh. She must have some fan club. "This isn't stalking, it's a guy trying to get to know an intriguing, sassy girl." She was definitely both of those things, her sassiness seemed to be what got her into trouble.
"Sassy, huh?" Courtney scoffed. "Every time we meet, something clever comes out of your mouth."
"Thanks."
"It wasn't intended as a compliment. If anything, it's an insult." He already knew she wasn't going to be the easiest prize to win at the carnival, but he didn't care. He didn't care how long it took, because she was the diamond in the rough that he's been waiting for his whole life.
"And every time we meet, something of an insult or a putdown comes out of your mouth."
"It's all a part of the game." Courtney began to walk away.
Duncan flicked cigarette and continued following her. "What game?" She stopped and turned around again.
"Look, what do you want? I already apologized to you, so I don't see what your deal is."
"I know, and I accepted your apology, even though you rescinded it. I apologized also, but I need to do more then simply saying the words. Plus, I'm the reason you still have your job."
He does have a clue after all. Maybe Bridge is right. "You got that right, especially after those snarky comments that followed, which is why I rescinded the apologize in the first place. Chris would never fire me, I'm the whole reason that club is as popular as it is. It was nothing more than a shit hole when I got there."
Duncan also knew that he was going to get an earful from her. He heavily sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry about that, too. I am a good guy, but I can be an asshole sometimes. I didn't mean anything I said, more trying to not showing the guys the softer and compassionate side of me."
Now Courtney was the one that was intrigued, except she wouldn't dare show it. "So what you're saying is that you're a sometimes asshole who's docile and puts up a façade by being a smartass in front of your friends?"
"Yes… No, I mean…" Duncan got all tongue tied and he couldn't backpedal.
Courtney was having to stifle a giggle. "What is it then?"
He looked down to the ground, embarrassed. "You sure got that one out of me…" Embarrassing him had garnered a little entertainment in the least.
"No, you let that one slip out by yourself… anyways, continue with how you plan on so-called "doing more" than saying sorry." She couldn't wait to hear what stupidity he'd start spewing.
"Well, I've been thinking…"
"That's a dangerous thing for you to do. Kills too many brain cells."
Duncan scoffed at her comment. "Anyways, it's taken almost a week for the pain in my balls to subside. So I figured you were some kind of wonderful, baby."
She laughed at his attempt of a come on. "I ain't no doctor. There's nothing I can do to cure "blue balls." and don't call me "baby" either. I'm not your damn baby, little boy."
"Come on, let me take you out."
Did she hear him correctly? He wanted to take her out? "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. On a date. What's there to lose? I know how to treat a woman right. At least get to know me, then decide whether or not I really am the asshole you thought I was."
Courtney sighed and rolled her eyes as he continued. "I'm not like the other hoodlums that barricade this place salivating over you on a nightly or weekly basis." She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off. "One time… and I was coked out…"
"If you say so." Although she enjoyed his pursuit, she just wanted to get out of there.
"What? I'm serious."
Is he? "You say that, yet you've fucked one of my friends/fellow coworkers."
Duncan wanted to avoid this, but it was going to come out sooner or later. "I didn't fuck her, she drugged me."
Courtney's eyes widened. "Drugged you?"
He nodded. "Yep. I can barely remember it all, but I remembered enough to know that it happened. It didn't help that she had absolutely not a shred of remorse. Spiteful cunt. Oh, sorry. I meant bitch." He was right. She was a spiteful cunt, and not even a special one at that. She was nothing more than a miserable bitch. Courtney thought it was cute how Duncan backpedaled.
"Whatever, more than I need to know. Not to mention you're also engaged in some kind of involvement with my boss. Care to explain that?"
She was so tenacious! Duncan grumbled slightly in a sexy kind of way. "If you let me take you out, I can do just that. Full detail, every word. NOTHING but the truth, an answer to every mystery. Please, I'm begging you here."
Courtney sighed. "Alright."
Duncan's face light up, flashing his heart melting grin. "Yeah?"
Wow, he's got a great smile and such gorgeous teeth! "Yeah, yeah, we'll go out. May I go home now? I'm freezing." She turned around and began to walk away again, only for Duncan to follow her, again.
"When?"
"When what?"
"Are we going to go out?"
"Not now."
"How come?" His determination was getting him bonus points, but it was also getting on her nerves.
"How come?! It's almost 2 in the morning!"
He shrugged. "So? The clubs are still open."
Not very bright, this one. "Sure, mhmm. The last place I want to be right now is at another club."
What does she want, a carriage ride through Central Park? "We can chill at my place."
His mind is in the gutter. She gave a short laugh at his suggestion. "We haven't even gone on a date yet and already you're trying to get me back to your place? Think again."
"Sorry… Bad idea. Well, what about your place?" He was getting a little desperate, but he really wanted to spend time with her.
Courtney chuckled. "Hell no! Besides hun, I have stuff to do."
What could she possibly have to do at this hour? "Like what?"
"Sleep! I just got off of a 7 hour shift. And I have to take care of Oreo."
She can sleep when she's dead, that pole from her ass has got to be loosened somehow. "I'm sure your cat can wait an hour and a half to see his owner."
She gave him a perplexed look. "How'd you know that I had a cat?"
"Wild guess. You're too uptight and high strung to have a dog. Cats are more of a girl thing anyway. Come on, Courtney. I'm not gonna try any moves on you. Look, how about this? We go somewhere now, where we can talk, and if you think I'm acting like a prick, you can leave, ok?"
His offer was tempting, but she didn't want to be like every other girl that gave in to his hot body, sexy smile, and smooth voice. "No, but I'll think about some other time."
"Please, Chickie. I'm not asking you to marry me, I'm asking you to hear me out. Nothing that will piss off your man." He won't be around much longer once she falls for me.
How much longer is he going to get at this?! I might as well do it, what do I have to lose? "URGH. You sure know how to pester a girl, ya know that? To the point where she has to give in to your every want and need just to shut your mouth!"
Duncan smiled broadly. "I knew that you'd see it my way."
You haven't won yet, wise guy. "Only to shut you up."
"Yes. Don't be annoyed by my persistence. You said you'd give me a chance, so no more with the insults and back talk, ok little one?"
Little one? Better than "Princess", I suppose. "Whatever, man. Let's get out of here and get this over with so I can go home." She walked over to him.
"Sweet. Ok, stay here. I have a feeling you'll love my ride." He gave her a wink and a smile before he walked off.
"Oh, really now? What is it, a rolling can on wheels?" Men always talk up their rides.
"Nope, even better. Something bigger and unexpected."
"Mmhmm, sure. By the way, I do love dogs. They aren't allowed in my building, that's why I got Oreo."
Duncan shouted over his shoulder. "They allow them in my building, maybe you should move in with me!"
Courtney laughed to herself. "Keep dreaming!
"I plan on it!" He disappeared out of sight.
Courtney started mumbling to herself. "WHAT AM I DOING? I'M STUPID, I'M CRAZY…" A loud engine emitted through the air. Duncan pulled up next to her, in a black and white 2011 Ducati 1198. Courtney's jaw dropped.
He lifted up the eye visor of the helmet. "What do you think?"
She was in awe. "This isn't yours!" There's no way this is his!
"Yes it is!"
"No, it's not! You stole it! There's no way that someone like you could ever have a ride like this."
Duncan rolled his eyes. "Think what you want." He pulled out a piece of paper from the side pouch and handed it to her. "Here." She looked down to see the certificate of authenticity and registration with his name on it. "Believe me now?"
Wow, this is actually legit. "A little."
He handed her his spare helmet. "Hop on."
"HA! I'm not getting on the back of that." She had always wanted to go on one of these, but knew she wouldn't.
"Why not? Are you scared?" She's scared shitless.
"NO, I'm not scared."
"Yes, you are. It's fine. Hold onto me and you'll be fine. I'm an experienced rider, Courtney. I used to race these babies before I got thrown in the slammer."
Another tall tale, I bet. "Fine, whatever. Blah, blah, blah." She took the helmet from him and put it on, getting on the back of the bike. Duncan loved the feeling of her wrapping her arms around him, it brought him back to his days with Gwen, how he felt about her. He realized now that she wasn't the one for him, but maybe Courtney could be?
"You've never been taken for a ride like this before, have you?" Of course she hasn't.
"Sure, I have. Don't go too fast."
Sissy la-la. "That's the whole point of having a Ducati." With that, he revved up the engine.
"What?!" She sounded unnerved.
"HOLD ON TIGHT!" Courtney gripped onto him tighter as he sped off into the night. The night was beautiful, the sky was a clear blue and blanketed full of glistening stars. Even though it was sped up, the city had never looked more lucid than it had now. She couldn't help but feel giddy and started laughing, the ride was a thrill for her, and Duncan knew it.
"I told you you'd like it!"
Like I'd admit that now. "I don't! I was coughing." She shouted over the engine.
"Really now?"
This was going to be a losing battle, she might as well speak the truth."Fine… I laugh when I'm nervous. This ride is amazing!"
"I do that sometimes, laugh when I'm nervous." Maybe he was human after all.
"Interesting."
20-30 Minutes Later
He pulled up on the bike, making the front go up in the air. Courtney screamed wildly as Duncan started laughing manically.
"You're such an asshole, Duncan! Don't you ever do that again!" If she had a free hand, she'd slap him!
"Do it again? OK!" He once again pulled up, except her screaming had turned into laughing. They pulled up a few minutes later to The 50 Pin Up Diner, a popular 24/7 spot in Topanga Canyon. Duncan parked the bike and turned it off. Courtney had been here a few times before, but it would have to do since it was the only place open. They walked inside the old school diner. It had light up signs of famous slogans, posters of different classics of the era, even an juke box. The booths were in shimmering red vinyl with a white finish, and the waitresses and waiters all wore roller skates. It made Duncan think of how John Travolta's character in Pulp Fiction described Jack Rabbit Slim's. "A wax museum with a pulse." Courtney shrugged off her jacket, revealing a skimpy outfit consisting of a off the shoulder crop top and skin tight pants. Various patrons stopped and stared at her as she followed Duncan to a booth. She made eye contact with a fat guy licking his lips at her. Courtney glared at him and he resumed eating, stuffing his face.
"Wow, this place is pretty packed for 2:30 in the morning." She said, sitting down.
Duncan grabbed a menu. "What do you expect? We live in a county where people thrive on the nightlife."
Courtney grabbed a menu and looked it over. "You're right, especially the people where I work."
That provided him the perfect opportunity to ask one of many imperative questions. "Yeah, I've been meaning to ask… How'd you get into stripping anyways?"
Before Courtney could answer, their waitress rolled up to the table. She was super curvaceous, her large breasts were popping out of her too small of uniform that unfortunately showed off her bulges, her skin was orange from too much fake bake spray tanning, her black hair was in a pompadour pouf that was as stiff as a board, and her makeup was two shades heavier than it should have been. This Snooki knock off looked like she'd fit better touching her toes at some skuzzy bar in Atlantic City for a bunch of greased up muscle heads than working the graveyard shift at a diner. "Good eve-an-ning, wel-cum to the 50 Pin Up Din-ah. What can I get 'ya?" She had a thick New Jersey accent.
"Hey there…" He looked at her name tag. "Anne Maria… how are you doing tonight?"
Another charmer, why did the customers always have to make small talk? "Yeah, yeah, enough with the small talk, just tell me whatcha want already."
Duncan whistled. "Wow, hostile."
Courtney turned to Anne Maria, she had seen her in there a couple times before, and she didn't know if she would further blow up on Duncan. "He's new, Anne Maria. Don't worry about him. I'm slowly finding out he's not so bad…"
Duncan looked at her, taken aback. Maybe I've still got it after all.
Anne Marie looked him over. He was pretty hot. "New and quite a looker too." Her attitude did a complete 360, she winked at him. "What can I get ya, sweetheart?"
"Ok, then. I'll have the Number 6 and a Coca-Cola, in a bottle, no ice." He looked over at Courtney. "Your turn."
She was still perusing the menu. "Well, seeing as you're not going to order for me like the gentleman you say you are…" She hummed to herself for a few seconds before closing the menu. "Ok, I'm not very hungry. I'll have a burger, medium rare, everything but no onions, pickles, or thousand island dressing, steak fries instead of string fries, and a strawberry milkshake with no whipped cream." Duncan was giving her a strange look. "What?"
He shook his head. "Nothing." The girl had quite the appetite.
"Ok, I'll be back with ya drinks momentarily…" Anne Maria said and rolled off.
Courtney focused her attention back to Duncan. "Nothing what? You'd be famished too if you just spent the night giving lap dances to perverted ogres."
She had a point. "Maybe… Back to my question, how'd you get involved in stripping?"
She loathed that question with a passion. "I thought we were here to talk about you…"
Duncan pulled out a cigarette box. "It can't always be about me… Then again, it is in my world." He took out a cigarette with his teeth. "But right now, the floor is yours. So take it away, Ice Chickie." He lit up the cigarette and took a puff.
Courtney cleared her throat. "Ah-hem."
Duncan looked back at her "What?"
"Thanks for offering me one, gentleman."
She smokes? Didn't strike me as the type. "Sorry, didn't know you smoked." He took a cigarette out of the box for her.
"I don't. Only when I'm uncomfortable, or stressed." She took the cigarette and put it in her mouth. "In this case, it might be a little of both."
She's nervous, that's kind of cute. I am a little nervous, too. I hope she doesn't kick my ass again. "Relax, nothing bad is gonna happen."
He lit up the cigarette for her. Courtney took a puff, a bit too quickly, and started coughing. "Whoa, be careful there. Are you ok?" He asked her gently.
He's concerned about me? He continues to surprise me by the minute. She stopped choking. "Mmhmm. Thanks." She inhaled again without coughing.
"No problem. You were gonna tell me how you got involved in stripping."
She always hated this topic of discussion, but as long as she was a dancer, it was inevitable. "Alright, fine. It will save me telling the story later… and for the record, I'm a dancer, not a stripper. The other girls are strippers, they take their clothes off. I'm a go-go dancer, I leave something to the imagination."
You've definitely left something to my imagination. "Sounds like you're a tease…" Duncan smirked.
"You wish…" She took another long drag of her cigarette.
"So, how'd you get involved in dancing?" Semantics either way.
"I don't know. I do, but at the same time I don't. I haven't had the best life. It was far from being some fabricated TV show fantasy that everybody wants growing up."
Duncan took another puff from his cigarette before tapping it in the ashtray. "Neither was mine… Maybe a little bit, but still. Go on."
Courtney took another puff before continuing. She hoped she'd be able to tell the story with a straight face this time.
"Again, I didn't have the best life growing up, it was pretty good up until I was five years old. That's when my father was kidnapped at gunpoint in front of me and my family. My mother became an alcoholic shortly after that. His body was found not too long after, he was shot in the chest and head. A local gang thought he was a witness to a crime they had committed, but it later turned out that he wasn't. They killed him in fear of being ratted out, even though they eventually got caught. He was a chiropractor, he'd never be involved in something like that. I never got over it, I'm still haunted from time to time. I have an older brother, Brick, he's fourteen years older than me. He left for the army shortly after our dad's body was found and has only come back twice. Dad's murder and Brick leaving really sent Mom over the edge. He had a will, but it only lasted a few years. Brick held onto his inheritance, I wouldn't be getting mine until I turned twenty five. When I was sixteen, she attempted to commit suicide by drowning herself in a lake." She paused and looked out the window. Duncan watched her, she looked lost in thought and forlorn.
"I wasn't there… when she tried to do it. I was away at SAB, The School of American Ballet, in New York. That's all I had ever wanted to do, was to be a ballerina. Man, I was damn good, too, and I really lucked out by getting a scholarship. She had wanted me to come home, but I couldn't afford the ticket back and the final semester recital was approaching, and she couldn't make it there, either. The performance that night was flawless… Sleeping Beauty. All the prestigious ballet companies had recruiters there. New York City, American Theatre, Boston, San Francisco. Usually, they divided it up by what company wants what dancers, but all four of them wanted to see me. I was overjoyed! I was about to walk in to meet with them when I got the news that she was in the hospital. I broke down and couldn't handle it. I never even got a chance to speak to the agents, so who knows if I was good enough? I packed everything up and moved back home. Of course, Brick was no help. He was off living his dream, being an army general, married with a family that I've yet to meet. I had an immense amount of traumatic shit to deal with once again, my mother's fate being in my hands: let her come back home and take care of her or leave her in the hospital where she could be taken care of."
Duncan tapped at the end of his cigarette. "What'd ya choose?"
Courtney took another puff before tapping her cigarette. "What do you think? I left her there. Besides, the state paid for it, but it was not the best place, the inmates were practically running the asylum. That's one expense off my list. It still pangs me to this day, but it was something that needed to be done."
Wow, she's been through a lifetime of hardships. No wonder she's so belligerent. "What happened to her after that?"
"She turned into the cliché recovering alcoholic: married her A.A. sponsor, gave herself to God, and moved to Texas. I wasn't sticking around for that shit, and I became an emancipated minor. I lied a lot on the application and to the court representative, I'm thankful everything checked out though. So there I was, sixteen, and all alone, with nothing more than a than a beaten up Beemer and a studio loft in Reseda, without a clue on how to support myself. I couldn't touch any of my so-called inheritance money to do just that, so I hit the streets job hunting. Except, I couldn't find a job that I liked or paid enough money, until I saw an ad in the paper looking for dancers. It was so degrading and beneath me, but I didn't have much of a choice. I went and it was nothing like I expected. It wasn't so bad, but I could tell right off the bat that Chris was a perv. I cried my first week, I couldn't help it. I was so alone and heartbroken." She rested the cigarette in the ashtray and blinked her eyes, two tiny tears fell. No matter how much she had overcome, her heart would always remain broken.
Duncan could see the desolation on her face, and wanted nothing more at that moment than to take her in his arms and never let her go. "Wow… Courtney… I'm so, so sorry. That must have been a really terrible time for you in your life."
Courtney wiped her eyes. "More than you can even imagine. I had nobody… nobody except Chris that is. He took me under his wing and took care of me, exactly what I needed. I was young and vulnerable. One thing led to another and then…"
Duncan scoffed. "Are you serious?!" He started cracking up.
Courtney rolled her eyes at his immaturity. "Yes, I'm completely serious. Again, I was young and vulnerable. Clueless too. What was I getting myself into?"
"An affair with your boss, that's what you were getting yourself into."
He kept laughing, not because it was hilarious, but more to hide the sinking feeling he got in his stomach over the fact that Chris had been telling the truth.
"It's not that funny. I thought I was in love. With somebody like Chris… then again, everybody deserves to be loved. Even you, Duncan. I guess you can say Dick was my sugar daddy. He still is, kind off. It carried on for four years. We stopped having an affair when his wife got out of jail, which was a blessing in disguise. It's hard to believe that somebody like him has an actual family. Things ended between us, but only physically. He pays for my apartment and pretty much anything I want, he does it because he's still in love with me, but I've moved on. Even though it was sleazy, a part of me did fall for him because I thought I saw something that nobody else could see. I was wrong, of course. He'll continue to live up to his nickname until the day he dies."
"He's not all that bad, just an absolute moron."
"You don't know him like I do. Funny, that's what he said about you. "He's not all that bad."."
"Do you think he's right?" Duncan couldn't help but ask.
"We'll see."
Yes, we will. "Where does the boyfriend come in?"
"Justin? I met him when I was twenty, not too long after things with Dick ended. He's a jet setting male model, I only see him a few months out of the year, if not less. He doesn't know about Chris paying my bills, I choose not to tell him."
Pretty boy bitch is what he sounds like. "Jealous much? What would he say if he knew you were here right now?"
"He'd probably flip out. Justin's a good guy beneath the bad boy/tough guy exterior, a weakness for all girls. You'd think that I was a sucker for pricks or something, there's something about Justin. Even when he was cranked out, I was there for him the whole time he was going through withdrawal and rehab. I knew that I could take care of him and he wouldn't leave like my mom did. Justin's the only guy that's ever loved me besides my father and Chris, and I do love him, but I know he's not the one for me." Duncan opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. "Ok, you heard my sob story, now it's you're turn."
He was dreading this, but it wasn't so bad. His story was starting to improve. "My story… my story… where would you like me to start?"
Courtney shrugged. "Where else? The beginning, of course."
"Ha. Ok. I never thought I'd ever end up in this kind of life, just like you never thought you would either. In all honesty, our stories are similar in a way. My dad died when I was a freshman in high school. He left his empire to me and my mother pretty much drove it into the ground and practically gave it away. My dad was her first and only love. After that, she knew she'd never find anybody like him, so she decided to turn herself into a gold digger, clinging on from one money bag to the next. She's been remarried a few times, I only missed the affairs of Husbands Four and Five. Then, she got pregnant with Husband Number Three and decided to get rid of it, which pissed me off. I would have liked to have had a little sibling. My dad's death messed me up and I rebelled. Got into trouble, went to juvie, all that jazz until it got old. Anyways, so I turned my shit around, graduated from high school, and went straight to college at California State University, Northridge. I couldn't really afford it since my mom didn't pay for the whole thing, so I became a hustler. That wasn't how I met Gwen though, I met her at school. She was all I ever wanted and more. The day she accepted my marriage proposal was one of the best days of my life… except for I had to tell her about my double life… but it was too late."
He's had some life, too. "What happened?" She wanted to hear more, she had to. She awaited his reply, picking up the cigarette.
"I didn't go through on an order, my best friend Trent tipped me off to the feds. I was looking at ten years in the slammer, but luckily my mother hired me an ace attorney to clear my name. I still had to serve time for dealing though, got out on good behavior. It wasn't worth it though, because I lost my girl. She went with Trent the Traitor. I wouldn't be surprised if she helped him bust me." He had truly been in love with Gwen, but he wasn't sad it was over, because she had revealed her true colors by running off with Trent.
Courtney puffed on the cigarette. "There's two reasons for that one, and it's not only you."
"Explain." Duncan could only wonder what she was going to say. She put out her cigarette.
"First off, you made the stupid choice by going down the path, but I'm not going to delve further into that because I am obviously not one who should be pointing fingers at anybody. Secondly, she didn't really love you. Wake up and smell the whisky, babe."
A little harsh, much? Duncan shook his head, confused. "What? Of course she loved me, she accepted my marriage proposal."
"That may be, but she could have accepted it for other reasons…"
"Such as?"
"If you have to ask… To get married and have a wedding, duh! Nowadays, girls don't care who it is, they just wanna have the big fairytale princess wedding. Girls have all the tools to turn you boys into little fools. I should know, I've played those cards before, and it came to bite me in the ass."
Yes, and I'd love to bite your sweet ass, too. LITERALLY. Duncan forced his mind out of the gutter before rejecting her theory. "You're wrong, she did love me. Gwen isn't the type." Maybe she was, her and Trent had a pretty massive wedding from what I heard through the peanut gallery. Courtney raised an eyebrow.
"If she did love you, then she'd be the one with you here right now instead of me. She also wouldn't have run off with your best friend that sold you out. When you love someone, unless they've done the unthinkable by cheating or being abusive, you stick by their side no matter what. I can't even ponder how I'd be able to keep things together if my man was in jail. I would write him every day and visit him every week. Then again, he's gone so much he might as well be."
Duncan smiled. "Wow. Now I know if I ever go back to prison again how you'll be cheering me up." He couldn't help the cockiness.
"What?" She groaned. "You're so full of yourself. Anyways, what are you trying to do with your life now that you're a free man?"
"More than anything, I'm trying to get back to school. I was only 10 units shy of getting my Bachelor's Degree, such a shame. That's not all I want. I'd really like to find a nice girl that I could eventually marry and settle down with, start that family I always wanted to have…"
Sounds a lot like me. "Me too. I mean, I take online classes at Pierce College and am a secretary at a law firm during the day, but that's not fulfilling. Duncan, we gotta get out of this life." Had she actually said "we"? What had she been thinking? They weren't a we and probably were never going to be one.
"Don't I know it. I feel like an idiot for getting involved in this heist. I probably could have asked my step dad for the money. He even offered for me to move in and be set with a job. He's the nicest out of my mom's husbands. Her and I finally put our issues to rest after twelve years, trying to mend the broken relationship, but I'm not about to revert by accepting the offer. I need to move forward and not look back."
She had been waiting for him to bring this up for the past ten minutes. "Now's your turn to tell me all about this heist…"
Duncan was about to explain when Anne Maria rolled up and set their food down. "Here ya go." They both thanked her. "Don't mention it, sugar." she said to Duncan before she rolled off. Could she be anymore obvious?
"So, continue…" Courtney pulled out the tomato and started eating it.
"Alright. You're very demanding, ya know that?" It was a turn on that could eventually become a pain in the ass.
"I'm a go-go dancer. I have nothing else."
Duncan grabbed the mustard bottle. "Good point. Ok, it all started when…"
Ten Minutes Later…
Duncan and Courtney had finished their food and he had just finished telling her about the heist, and she looked absolutely shocked.
"Shut Up!" She said as she slammed her milkshake down on the table.
Duncan nodded. "I'm entirely serious."
"$20 MILLION DOLLARS?! That's insane!" It was enough money to last an eternity.
"It's chump change for some, but half of that would be enough to start my new life.
She was once again impressed by his determination. "It'd be enough for anybody to start a new life. I've been saving up. If my mother taught me one thing, that was it. Chris lets me keep my tips and I'm the top dancer."
"How much do you have saved up?" He knew it was impolite to talk about money, but he figured it wasn't a big deal since he had explained the heist.
"So far? I make about $500 in tips and dances, $10 an hour as a secretary, six days a week every week for six years and five days a week every week for two years… close to $23,000 and my inheritance is almost $100,000, but I can't touch it until I'm 25."
He was once again blown away. Not only was she stunning, she had intelligence and responsibility. "Wow, that's more than enough to get out of here. What's stopping you?"
What is stopping me? Courtney thought to herself and hesitated before finally answering. "Great question. Too much holding me back, too much that I'm indebted to. Chris, the club, Justin. Even when I do get my inheritance, I doubt I'd leave. I don't know how they'd survive if I ever bolted. Those girls are like my sisters, I've seen them come and go. The only ones I consider my true friends are Bridgette and Zoey. You know them as "PJ Barbie" and "Magnolia"."
Geoff's gal pal, maybe they could double date. Duncan wasn't much of a group date kind of guy. "They'll have to get used to it. If you spend your life pleasing others, you'll be miserable. You have to fend for your own self, Chickie."
"Sure." Courtney sipped her milkshake. Things were quiet for a moment, until Duncan had a thought.
"Hey… Why don't you come with me?"
Courtney set her milkshake down. "What?"
"You heard me? Why don't you come with me?" He knew it was a bold move, but he felt like taking a chance.
"Why would I come with you?"
"Well…" Anne Maria placed down the check. Duncan grabbed his wallet. "Why not? What do you have to lose?"
This boy is such a dreamer. "I hardly know you."
Duncan looked her dead in the eye. "Then you have nothing to lose." He pulled a $50 out of his wallet and put it down. His eyes were so gorgeous, she wanted to gaze at them longer.
"Ch-yeah, more like everything to lose."
He slid out of the booth. "Not really. The worst that could happen is that you'd finally be free." Duncan held his hand out to Courtney. He proved that he did have some manners.
"That we'd finally be free." She took his hand and he pulled her up on her feet, facing him. Their faces were so close together, her face started burning up in anticipation that he might kiss her.
He smiled down at her. "You wouldn't even have to stay with me." He turned on the ball of his foot, walking away.
Courtney was a little baffled, but she pulled herself together and followed him. "We could go anywhere, the world is in our hands, we own it."
Duncan held the door open for her. "Is that a yes?"
She walked through it. "Thank you and no."
He followed her, oggling her backside. She swayed, no, practically glided when she walked. It was from all her ballet training that she was so graceful. "Is that a no?" Courtney walked up to his bike and turned around.
"No."
She couldn't help but smile at him. There was something about him that had her enchanted. He returned the smile.
"Meaning yes. Hey, you could even go back to New York and become a professional ballerina like you wanted." Duncan grabbed the helmets, handing one to Courtney.
"No, it's too late for me. I'm past my prime. They want them when they're young, I'm too old."
Duncan laughed. "How can you be too old at 22? You're a crack up, Princess." He did it again, Princess. Except this time, she wasn't upset over it.
"My dad used to call me 'Princess'." she said quietly.
Duncan felt bad. "Oh, I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I didn't know."
Courtney smiled over at him. "It's ok, I kind of like it coming from you, it just showcases that you're kind of a jackass."
They both started laughing over that. "I know I am, but not all the time." Duncan put on his helmet.
"Yeah, you're actually a good guy." Courtney smiled at him again before putting on the helmet and throwing her leg over the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Are you going to go fast again?"
He placed his hand over hers, she didn't even stop him. "Whatever you want." He really was considerate.
"Go for it!" With that, he took his hand off of hers, started up the bike, and sped off to The Tainted Kitty.
The Tainted Kitty, Twenty Minutes Later…
Duncan pulled up next to Courtney's car, a 2010 Mercedes Benz CLK 320 convertible in light blue. He whistled when they got off the bike. "Sheesh, did Chris pay for the car, too?" She nodded.
"Unfortunately. I tried to give it back, but he said a girl's gotta get around." She really had tried to give it back, he refused to accept it.
"He's right. So, do I get a good night kiss, Ms. McKay?" He wiggled his eyebrows up and bit his lip sexily.
Courtney scoffed. Is he serious? "What? Are you for real? No way! Besides, I have a boyfriend, remember?"
She's dying to kiss me. "So what? He's hardly ever around, he wouldn't find out. No big deal. We're friends now, right?"
She had to think that over for a moment. He had redeemed himself for the most part, and he seemed pretty genuine even if he was a bit cocky. "More or less, sure. Except friends don't kiss."
"Yes, they do."
"No, they don't."
"Yes, they do!"
"No, they don't!"
Duncan started laughing. "We sound like we're five." Courtney realized he was right and laughed with him.
She stopped laughing and looked at him seductively. "You really want a good night kiss, huh?" She said in a sultry voice. Duncan gulped, a little nervous but still confident. He was surprised by her sudden turn.
"Yes, I do."
Courtney grabbed him by the face. He was all ready for their first lip lock, but she kissed him on the cheek instead. "There ya go." She patted him on the shoulder and walked off.
He shook his head in disbelief. "You're a tease, you know that?"
She turned around and faced him. "It's what I've been told!"
The more time he spent with her, the more he was intrigued. "Can I call you sometime?"
"Sure, why not?" She ran back over, pulling a pen out of her bag. She grabbed his huge paw in her tiny hand and wrote her digits down. "Whenever you want, so long as you're not a prick." Courtney walked off.
"I'm not always a prick, but I will get a real kiss out of you one day!"
She laughed before shouting "Keep dreaming!" Over her shoulder.
"I plan on it!" He shouted back. She got to her car and turned around.
"Are you going to sit there all night?"
Duncan shook his head. "Nope, I want to watch you until you drive away. It's late, there's creepers lurking in the shadows."
Wow, he really isn't who I thought he was at all. "If that's what you want, but I'm not some damsel in distress, I can take care of myself." He rolled his eyes.
"I know, I'm still bruised from the first time, but it is what I want. Good night, Courtney McKay. Thanks for coming out with me tonight."
He smiled at her, which she returned. "Good night, Duncan Harrister, thanks for taking me out tonight." She hopped in her car. As promised, Duncan watched Courtney drive off. She honked her horn at him and he revved up his bike engine. When she was gone, he pumped his fist inwards in triumph.
"Oh, yeah! I knew I'd prove her wrong! It won't be much longer until she's mine." He threw on his helmet and rode out of sight to sleep peacefully in his bed for the second time that week.
WHAT'D WE THINK OF THE FIRST DATE? I DON'T KNOW WHEN CHAPTER ELEVEN WILL BE RELEASED, I HAVEN'T STARTED IT YET. I'M HOPING BY THE END OF THE WEEK. WE'LL SEE JUSTIN IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, WHERE THINGS TAKE A HORRIFYING TURN FOR COURTNEY (SHE DOESN'T DIE! NOBODY IS DYING... YET!) STAY TUNED! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, NO FLAMES!
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