don't speak

three

a/n so sorry y'all i've had rlly bad writer's block but there is a story line i promise! also, school is obviously my first priority so that's another reason these updates are so delayed 😫 anyway let's get on with the story

courtney's pov

i spend the entirety of saturday revising for the geometry test coming up on monday. "here, taste these cupcakes!" insists bridgette, shoving one of her homemade stir ups into my mouth while i sit at her wooden kitchen bench.

"good, right?" she asks cheerfully, wiping her hands on her sky blue powdery apron.

"very good" i manage to say as i try chewing the whole cupcake that's in my mouth curtesy of my best friend.

i look back down at my geometry notes sitting in front of me and quietly repeat them back to myself.

"ugh!" heather groans. she sits up from bridgette's leather couch. "courtney, we are here to hang out, not study!".

"sorry that i put effort into my education!" i swiftly answer back.

"that'll be hard with duncan hanging around you" bridgette says to herself as she wipes down her mixing bowl with soap. heather and i both stare at her blankly. "did i say that out loud?" she looks up.

"i can't believe you think that!" i shut my notes, still keeping my eyes on bridgette. heather appears amused. i assume because of all the drama.

"well, you two have kinda been close lately" the blonde tries to justify.

"for an assignment!" i scoff in disbelief. there is nothing going on between duncan and i!

"he's hot, you're hot, i don't see the huge deal" shrugs heather as she takes a bite out of a fresh cupcake.

"never in a million years" i get back to my notes but i catch my two friends sharing a look.

"why don't we go out tonight?" heather spontaneously suggests after a minute of silence.

"yeah, geoff is having a party later!" bridgette squeezes her yellow sponge into the sink.

"i wouldn't be allowed. besides, i need to keep reading jane eyre so that at least half of duncan and i's assignment is good" i click my pen.

"no, you're coming!" bridgette advises, pulling my arm.

...

their outfits:

heather:

courtney:

bridgette:

...

"she's not a doll, heather!" i hear bridgette say through her wooden door.

"hold on a sec!" heather curls my last strand of brunette locks. i feel her breathe on my neck, her expensive perfume tickles my nose.

"all done!" she finally announces, clapping her hands proudly. "i mean, whatever".

"do i look okay?" i ask, staring at myself in bridgette's bathroom mirror.

"are you insulting my work?" heather questions as she pulls the plug on the pink hair curler. "i'm kidding, you look great" she grins, turns to face me. that's rare for heather, to see her smile. it's refreshing when you do.

"thanks heath" i bounce one of my strands.

"it's fine. you're a lot easier to operate on. rather than some people"

"i heard that!" we hear bridgette yell.

...

us girls finally get to the party. the grass surrounding the large house has now become a fusion of alcohol and trash. "hey chicas!" over the loud hop hop music, we manage to hear geoff greeting us from the balcony. "i'll come down!" he yells.

"he's so cute!" bridgette gushes.

"oh please" says heather. "we've only been here three minutes and i'm already bored"

i walk up to the door and my eyes meet the one and only duncan turan. to be honest, he looks great. his fluffy black hair is bouncing perfectly whether he's aware of it or not and his turquoise eyes shine like the moon- probably the alcohol.

"princess one of these days you're going to have to find a way to stay away from me" he smirks.

"my name is courtney" i remind him for the millionth time. "and it's not like i look forward to seeing you everywhere"

"ouch" he fakes, pretending to stab his own heart. i roll my eyes and brush right past him.

i notice geoff walking toward the door duncan is still hanging around. "she wants you" i hear him say. "totally" duncan agrees.