♡StarStruck♡ Duncan X Male!OC

DodgeBrawl

*This chapter will either be short or repetitive, not sure which yet, also, name change to Damien.*

°°Damien°°

Damien sat with his head down and eyes dreary as he tried to sleep through breakfast. Duncan sat next to him, already asleep. He sighed and thunked his head on the table. Duncan, startled awake, growled and went back to sleep. He felt a little bad. "Sorry.." he mumbled under his breath. Damien switched his head to the left and dozed off, awaking a few minutes later to Chris going at Duncan. "Hey man, leave the dude alone and let hin sleep, he made it to the final 2." Damien put his head back on the table for sleep but again was interupted by Chris. "Follow me to your next challenge." Everyone got up and followed Chris to an outdoor court on the beach.

Once everyone was seated on the bleachers in the outdoor court, Chris went over the rules of dodgeball for those of them who were awake. "Alright, the rules are simple. Throw the ball. If you are hit by the ball, you're out. If you throw the ball and your target catches the ball, your out and their team gets to bring back a player to the court. You can use the ball to deflect a ball, but if you drop the ball, your out."

Damien shifted and climbed the bleachers to nap on one of the steps. Duncan collapsed just a step below and threatened anyone who woke him. Damien growled in agreement and dozed while the rest of the bass came up with a strategy.

*after a while :p*

A stick poked Damien in the nose. He shot up, clamping the stick in his jaws and breaking it into splinters. Damien shifted and growled darkly at his team. "Who..was dumb enough to wake me up?" Chris looked his way, raised an eyebrow, and looked away again. Courtney steps in front of Harold in a forced protective way. "No, no brawls. We woke you up because we need your help." Damien raised an eyebrow. "And why on this good Earth should I help you?" He asks still tired. Duncan looked at him, thinking the same thing. "Beacause I'll boot you both off if you don't help." He shakes his head. "Not good enough, I live here. I just wouldn't be competing." Courtney rolled her eyes. "I dunno, just help." Damien yawned and stood. "Fine, whatever." He got off the bleachers and listened to Duncan's strategy.

Duncan looks to Damien. "I need you on the court. You'll know this better than anyone." He sighs but agrees. "Alright, where do you want me?" Duncan pointed to a spot on the court and he went and stood along with his teammates waiting for chef's whistle.

When the whistle blew, everyone quickly took out Owen, with the rest of the opposing team quickly following. The team (minus Damien and Duncan) whooped and hollared. Damien high-fived Duncan and moved on to the next round.

Duncan looked at Damien and winked. "Nice play." He looked away, blushing and mumbling thanks. With a whistle blow he moved off the court for more rest. "Hey, wait we still need help." Damien groaned. "Call someone else, I'm exausted." He laid back down on his back and watched the game progress.

Finally Harold caught the ball needed to win the game. With everyone whooping again it was hard to not be psyched. Damien let out a whoop of his own and helped carry Harold out of the glass court and to the dining hall.