A new day (duncney!!) || By Duncn3yStan

i just threw out the love of my dreams (weezer)

previously...

Her final reason to keep going.

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DUNCAN POV:

That's it.

She's getting confronted. Today. Right now.

Walking into lunch, I check my phone. 11:05am. Perfect, I have forty minutes to get this done. I finalise it by quickly writing myself a reminder on my hand.

Suddenly, my stomach rumbles. Okay, maybe twenty then. 

I get to the task immediately, shoving away the small crowds of people hovering near the cafeteria. Grabbing out a crumpled fifty bill, I run out to the best buffalo wing place in the whole of Ontario. 'Buffalos at Roh's ---> Jaewon's Wings' (YES IT IS A ROH JAEWON REFERENCE)

Rushing out of the school, I breathe in the fresh air. I take in all the sounds, smells and feel of this sunny day. But this sappy, sunshiney scene is cut short with a quick puff from my vape. I take a hit, feeling the vapour hit fast. 

It's warm and thick, like breathing in steam from a chemical fruit bath. It rushes down my throat, smooth but with a weird sting, like green apple soda spiked with battery acid. Not painful, just sharp. Artificial sweet, then sour, the kind that clings to your tongue like it's trying too hard.

I can feel my chest tighten for half a second. Not enough to choke, just enough to feel it. There's a brief buzz, like static. Then release.

I exhale, the nicotine like electricity in my veins. Fog curls out, ghostly and sweet-smelling.

The aftertaste lingers —sour, a little dry, much like licking the inside of a candy wrapper.

I shove the vape back down the depths of my pocket. Don't cough. Of course I didn't.

timeskip :P

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'Great as always,' I mutter. Jaewon's wings never miss.

Okay, now for the annoying part. 

Confrontation.

COURTNEY POV:

I've done pretty well to mask the surging anxiety within me so far. Everyone is barely suspecting anything from me. I'm my usual happy self.

Or so they think. 

 My smile is in place, my posture perfect. But my insides are churning slowly, thick and cold, like melted ice cream gone sour. I knew this was going to happen.

I knew he  was going to happen.

I can feel him before I see him. 

Duncan.

 That heavy-footed walk. That smug, stupid presence. The air gets a little thicker, like it knows something's about to go down.

I don't look up.

I can't look up.

'Hey, Princess,' he says, sharp and expectant. As if he's waiting for answers. For me to give  him answers.

'What are you doing here, highlighter? Shouldn't you be off hitting on moms or something?' 

Ouch, Heather.

But Duncan's expression is priceless.

'That was one time,  and you dared me to. So shut up Heather.'