I Don't do Romance, Honey

The Name is (Part One):Courtney POV

"Courtney! Heads up!"
I felt a bag hit my head and felt my vision blur for a few seconds. I stumbled and half-heartily fell down on the side of my locker.
"Oh! What the hell?"
I rubbed my skull as I picked up the heavy blue backpack.
"Sorry Court! Geoff took my backpack and thought it was funny to tease me and throw it around"
I turned around to the voice and saw the tan, cautious, big-eyed, face that I knew so well.
"it's fine Bridge" I said, still rubbing my skull.
"Sorry Courtney! I didn't mean to" Geoff said running over to me
"Don't sweat it" I said faking a smile to him
"come on! we need to get to 5th period" Bridgette said pulling my arm.
"Slow down! we have like 3 minutes left!" I said trying to pull away
She stopped and let go
"Sorry, I forgot your classroom is right down the hall, I have to walk all the way down to 4th corridor" she said rubbing her neck
"it's fine, you should go, considering what you just said" I giggled at her
"Right! Bye Court!" She ran off and waved
I silently waved and chuckled to myself. I walked to the next door and walked in. Finally, a class I can relax in. I always really liked Art. It helped me focus out all the bad stuff. I brought my art case over to my area and set out my brushes. My area partner showed up a few seconds later when I heard her shuffle her pastels around.
"Hey Gwen" I said as I set up my paints.
"oh hey Courtney. how is your day going?" she asked as she brushed her hands on her apron.
I turned around and leaned against the counter towards her.
"Pretty smooth. Aced my chemistry test." I said smiling
"Nice job, I got a B-" she said shrugging
"Better then an F" I said laughing and slipping on my apron
"Right" she said laughing and testing her paints.
Suddenly the teacher walked in and started the lesson.
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I was rubbing my thin brush through the red pastel when I felt a force knock me over. Red paint flushed over on me as I fell to the ground.
"Seriously? Again" I said wiping the red off and getting on my feet. When I got up, I looked to find a tall, pierced-up, troublesome, slight sexy and seductive face staring back at me.
"You alright princess?" he said as he handed me a roll of towels.
"Yeah I guess." I said taking the towels and wiping the paint off my jeans.
"Sorry, I should probably look where I'm going more often." he laughed in the sexiest most lustful laugh I've ever heard in a man.
"Maybe," I said chuckling.
"The names Nelson, Duncan Nelson,"
"The name is Barlow, Courtney Barlow."
Gwen then rushed over to us
"Courtney, what the fuck happened to you?" she asked looking at the red mess.
"Ask him" I said pointing to the guy now that I know is named Duncan.
"It was an accident, DJ was trying to talk to me and I walked backwards and happened to bump into Courtney here."
Gwen looked a bit surprised
"You guys know each other?"
"Well we did just a few seconds ago" I said still cleaning the mess
"oh" Gwen said as she packed up her stuff.
"guess I should get ready to go" Duncan said as he leaned against the counter.
"Maybe you should" I said looking up
"need help princess?" he asked as he started packing up my stuff
"no I'm good, princess" I said adding emphasis to princess
I finally got done getting the red out of my clothes and got up to pack my stuff up, even though Duncan was already at it.
"your not even doing it right anyway," I said chuckling "biggest to smallest brushes"
I started rearranging the brushes as I felt his eyes on me, even though I was bent down and couldn't see his face.
"Sorry princess I didn't know you were OCD" he said laughing
I turned around and smirked
"remeber, my name is Courtney"
"I remeber, but I like princess better" he said picking at his nails
"why?"
"because if you were mine, I would treat you like one"