The Boy Next Door

Chapter 4

~Duncan~

Man, Courtney looked fine. That sexy curve of her lips when she smiled had me in a daze. And when she walked away, I couldn't help but stare at her ass. Apart of me wanted to go walk her to class, but I knew that my sane side didn't want people to think that I got soft after the past three years, so, I just turned to Owen after Court was long out of my sight and told him that I would see him later.

Walking to the Add building was closer than I thought, so I only had a limited time to think about Courtney.

While we were standing together, talking to Owen, I checked her out several times, and, shit, she really did change. Her hair was now this golden blonde instead of that sexy, multi-colored brown that I loved, and those purple bangs! It's safe to say that purple is once again my favorite color. I was surprised that she started to wear makeup, 'cause she looks good without all that junk on her face. And when she talked, I noticed a little, metal ball in her tongue, which surprised the hell out of me. She still had an amazing rack and perfectly round hips. Her legs looked like they were miles long in those short shorts, and when I reached her Converse, my heart started to speed up when I saw it; a sun, moon and star tattoo on her inner right ankle peeked up to greet me. Now that really surprised me.

Just as I found my class and took a seat, I realized something. I realized that she was no longer the shy, wallflower I came to know. Instead, she is this wild butterfly, and I hope that I can keep up.

~3 hours later~

Mmmmm. Damn, this spicy chicken sandwich is good for school food. I'm sitting at one of the back tables with a couple of stoners and skaters and thinking of my second and third periods: Graphic Arts with Mr. Roundtree seems pretty damn easy, and Woodshop with Mr. Johnson is gonna kick my ass, but still seems pretty easy.

While I'm looking at my schedule on the back of my i.d., I feel this weird sensation run through me and I look up to see Courtney sit down a few tables away from me. She has this faraway look her eyes as she shakes her milk carton. As I'm watching her, I noticed that she started to bite down on those beautiful lips.

Fuuuck me. Seeing her do that makes my dick harden. And I suddenly want to go and bite them for her..as well as have her underneath me. Here. Right now.

Dammit, Duncan. Chill the fuck down, says my sane side, and I'm only half listening.

As I gripped the table to stop myself from going over there, I see Owen, Bridgette, Scott, Noah, and a few other people sit down around her. I breathe a sigh of relief and quickly my anger rises. Why in the hell is Noah sitting so damn close to her? I fight off the feeling to kick his ass and force him to move the fuck away from her-barely-and I make myself finish the rest of my lunch.

~20 minutes later~

I see Courtney rise up and throw away her trash and walk back to retrieve her things. And just when I rise to do the same, I see her and Scott walk away together, and I feel the anger begin to rise again. When in the fuck did they become friends? My inner voice snarls.

I hurry up and walk a few paces behind them, and right when I am in hearing range, the damn bell rings. They still don't know that I am behind them, and I see them smile at one another and he waves at her as they spilt up.

What the fuck?!

I'm half tempted to go kick his ass when this girl Kristen walks up to me and tries to flirt with me. She's hot and all, but not my type. As I brush past her and hurry up to go find Courtney, I see her ponytail bounce as she goes down the steps.

Once as I reached the bottom of the steps, I realized that I lost her. I let out a small sigh and to go find my fourth-period class: Creative Writing with Mr. McGill.