TDHS: Freshman Year

Chapter 3

Time flew right past as school was over for the day. Couetney turned in all her paperwork for Student Council President, Junior Beta, and even a spot on the Cheerleading Squad. Noq, all that she had to go to was the  unthinkable for students like her. Detention.

Bridgette agreed to stay at school for the extra thirty minutes for a ride, it was just Fred that she had to convince.

Courtney stared at the door. Detention was engraved in it with some other not-so-nice words included made by the little scums theirselves. She grabbed a disenfecting cloth and placed it in the palm of her hand. She opened the door. There he was, Duncan. She frowned and walked over to the front fow to the closest to the door, wanting to leave this place pronto.

"I didn't know uptight babes get in here, too." Duncan smirked, raking up and down her curvacous body. She scoffed at his words and sat in the chair. It squeaked under her light weight. She gulped, hearing a light tap on a desk.

Duncan nudged over the one nearest to him. "You can sit here, gouregous." His smirk widen as he wiggled his eyebrows. Courtney gave him a look of digust before reduntantly walking towards the seat and sitting down.

"I am only sitting here be...wow." The door opened with thw raven beauty herself walking in, her face clutched to an icepack on the side of her cheek. Courtney gave her a look, as Heather shot one right back before sitting in the seat closest to the door.

"Didn't know Princess could pack a punch." He smiled and nodded at her. "Respect. Respect." Courtney couldn't help but to muster a smile. The smile faded when he called her "Princess".

"Don't call me that."

Duncan rolled his eyes and stared at her. "So while were in here, tell me a bit about yourself."

Courtney tapped her chin. "Well, my name is Courtney Barlow. I am 14, but I am turning 15 in November. I am a C.I.T, or Counseler in Training, and live with my mom and dad who are very successful. My mom.being a lawyer anf my dad being a doctor. I am looking forward to be this years Student Body President for the 9th Wing, and I plan to win this year." Her eyes sparkled with determination, her smile bright. She blinked for a second and turned to Duncan.

"What about you?"

"Well, I'm Duncan Nelson. Im the same age as you and my birthday is this month actually, September." He runs his fingers through his mohawk. "I am considered as a 'deliquent' in most peoples eyes, because I am. Just last summer I was in the big house for all of my 'unruly child acts' piling up on me. Surprisingly, my family is from a long line of cops, so my dad doesn't really like me much. But, to be honest, I don't give any shits. I plan on being on the football team this year, heard you were trying out for cheerleader." Duncan winked at her and she rolled her eyes in responce.

Heather turned around at the two and raised an eyebrow. "You're trying out for cheerleader?" Courtney nodded.

"Why, does that bother you?" Courtney asked, an eyebrow raised. "Do you think I might beat you in the spot?"

"No, I just didn't know they allowed fat cows to even sign up. And don't even think about running for head cheerleader." Heather continued on. "You're never going to get it, ya' know. Because last time I checked, you have to have at least two year in gymnastics to get in."

"I was most DEFINATLY in gymnastics for seven years!" Courtney got out of her desk and stomped over to Heather's, her face red with fury. "And I am NOT fat!"

"That's not what your thighs say." Heather smirked deviously. "Maybe a little bit of working out will do you good."

"Well at least she got some, more guys prefer girls with some thighs and a butt, makes them look much sexier in a cheerleading outfit. And I garentee the dairy producta aren't working for you." Duncan shot at her, glaring.

"Ex-cuse me?! I do have a booty!" She shot back.

"That thing you call an ass is flatter than the surface of a toaster oven. My spider has more ass than you." Duncan raises an eyebrow, smirking cockily.

"I have you know most guys swoon over my figure. I am skinny and I canmake anyone want me!"

"Oh sure, maybe that Alejandro guy, but even he will pass you up for a girl with curves. Face it, Heather, you are a walking stick with nothing." Courtney smirked as well, flipping her hair.

"Ugh! I am so out of here!" She yelled. "Don't worry, nobody else will be here to stand the retarded words come out of you dunderhead's mouths!" She got up out of the desk and opened the door, only to find Vice Principal Hatchet  stand there towerong over her with mean eyes. "Heather! Two more days of detention!"

"What?! But there's like, five minutes of detention left!"

"Three days!"

"Bu-"

"Four days, if you say one more word, you will not be allowed to try out for Cheerleader this following Friday!"

Heather looked down in fustration and sat in her seat, which broke under her weight. She fell on her bum."Ow!"

"Five days of detention!"

Sigh.

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