Do Opposites Really Attract?

Us Plus One

"Courtney, are you serious? Why are you letting Pasty over there in our house?" Duncan said, upset and surprised that she would even think about her saying yes in this situation.

"Just because we don't like her, doesn't mean I'm going to leave her on the streets. Besides, there's going to be a bad storm tonight." She replied, her hands firmly on her hips.

"A perfect time to let her fend for herself, if you ask me." He mumbles under his breath. Courtney furrowed her eyebrows, punching him in his shoulder. "Damn, Princess, I'm just kidding!" He snickers.

Gwen sat uncomfortably on the couch, overhearing everything.

"You know, I could just.." She began, getting up off of the couch.

A heeping sound of thunder shakes the house, a drip-drop of water hits the ground, then it pours down raining.

"What was that, Gwen?" Courtney turned around, looking at her.

"Erm, nothing, nothing." She cleared her throat, sitting back down.

God, he's even more handsome now, she thinks to herself, but he's taken.

"So, how's junior Duncan going in there?" He smirks, he rubbing her belly.

What?

"SHE is going well, Duncan."

Oh no.

Courtney opens up her robe, a small baby bump in the place of where her flat stomach should be.

I think I'm going to hurl.

"Courtney, where's the bathroom..?" Gwen asked quickly, standing up.

"Oh, its down the hall to your left." She says, almost coldly, then turns back to Duncan.

Gwen quickly walks down the hall, and into the bathroom.

She looks at herself in the mirror. Her previous feelings for Duncan almost felt as if they were, returning.

That smile, oh only if it was towards her.

If only it was her that was impregnated by Duncan.

If only it was her who was engaged.

If only she didn't crawl back to Trent.

If only she wasn't stuck between two amazing guys.

If only one of the guys actually had a thing for her.

She wrapped her arms around herself and looked up at the lights. The wall color of the bathroom was a royal blue, hand towels hung at the small rack. The bathroom itself was decorated beautifully.

It was nice. Really nice.

Unlike hers and Trent's apartment. Trent was fired from his record deal and was forced to work as a music store employee.
It was small and a bit cramped for two-

Oh wait. Her sexual fantasies ruined that.

Not to mention her drawings.

"Gwen, what is this..?" He walked into the bedroom, he held a small red and black sketchbook in his fingertips. It was flipped to a specific page.

It was a picture of none other than the delinquent himself. He was holding a knife to his tongue, he licking the knife. He also wore nothing but pants, unbuckled, his chest detailed to the finest core.

It was extravagant, sexy.

But it was of another man.

Her eyes widen and she snatched the book away from him. "Its just, someone."

"Yeah, does that someone start with a D? Cause last time I checked, he has a girlfriend. And you have me." He said and sighed. "Cut it out, Gwen."

He turned around and walked out of the apartment.

She sighed, I'm a fool! I had everything I needed and more, and now, he's gone.

She wiped the tears from her face, sniffing a bit.

Her phone buzzed a bit in her pocket. Bzzz, bzzz. The tune of Hallelujah by P!ATD played on her phone.

She picked it up and answered the phone.

"Wilk you like to get Courtney back, for what she has stolen from you?" Said a familiar voice.

Wait a minute.

Scott!

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