Forgotten Regrets || DUNCNEY ✔

Chapter 9

(Courtney's POV)

I kiss him back, my hands on his chest. 

I enjoy it. 

That's a bad thing.

I shouldn't.

He'll hurt me again. 

I push away. 

"No, Duncan, I can't ." I just got over you. "You can't just come running back."

He shrugged as he let me go. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, I just got caught up in the moment." That's a lame excuse. Even for him. 

I should be angry, but I'm not. I actually laugh at this awkward moment earning a weird look from Duncan. I feel like I'm back when we stole the food from Chef. The first night Duncan and I had kissed. 

"Uh, Courtney, are you okay?" he asks. 

I calm myself down. "Sorry, I just feel so stupid," I say bluntly. Okay, that's not me. Breathe, Courtney, I tell myself. Just be straight-forward with him. "Duncan, I can't do this. I can't do... us."

He nods. "That's understandable, but could you just-" 

I shake my head cutting him off. "We are just going to be friends. Nothing else. You're lucky I'm even giving you a chance at this," I tell him. I hold my hand out so we can shake on it. He just stares. "Just shake on it, ogre." I haven't used that nickname in so long. 

He shakes his head, smiling slightly. "Fine, princess. On one condition," he says.

My arm is getting tired. I sigh. "What?"

"I get to take you out again."

Then we shake on it. 

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I knee Duncan in the groin. He groans doubling over as I stand up and try to wipe mud off of me which is useless since I'm covered in it. 

Duncan and Scott's idea of a fun activity for a small get together was to go mud-wrestling. 

Why did I agree to hang out with Duncan again?

Since  after TDAS, its been easier to be more daring. I do a lot more things now instead of being my uptight-wannabe-self. A lot more people seem to like me that way, anyway.

A month has gone by since Duncan kissed me. I forgave Shane and Scott who are now a thing, disgustingly. I've felt happier, though.

I'm about to walk over to Scott and Shane when I'm pulled down into the mud again. When I turn around, with no surprise, Duncan has a hold of my ankle. 

"Dammit, Duncan, let go!" I exclaim. 

He laughs and pulls me toward him. 

Ugh. I didn't knee him hard enough. 

He climbs on top of me and smears mud in my face before he holds my wrists down over my head. He's smirking down at me. 

"I thought you were going to beat me up again?" he snickers. I try to wriggle out of his grip. "Sorry, I win."

If only I could knee him again, but he had to sit on my legs. 

"Fine, you win," I grumble. 

He climbs off of me. I wipe my face off. "You're an ogre," I tell him. "And an asshole."

"Call me what you want, but I know that I'm still a hot juvenile," he says. "Princess."

I scoff. "That doesn't mean you can call me whatever you want."