A Perfect Day for Falling

This Is a First

Duncan POV:

There's nothing better than sitting back on my motorcycle, drinking a nice jug of beer in an old alleyway. At least, that's what I said before my parents came and found me swaggering on the side of the sidewalk about to be run over by a car.

"Duncan, why do you do this to yourself? School starts tomorrow, and you need to pull yourself together!" My mother is furious.

"Ma, I know. New school, new chance, yada yada yada." I roll my eyes and fold my arms over my chest, looking out the car window.

"Well at least try to understand, BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO MOVE AGAIN!" My mother bursts into tears, and I feel kinda bad. It's not like I wanted her to get upset.

"Alright, Ma. Alright. I'll try, here." The feeling of knowing I'll actually kinda try drops to my gut. Shit, this is gonna happen.

"Really?" She looks at me with wide eyes and sniffles. "You'll really try this time?"

In my head I say, No, no, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Instead, I give her a genuine smile. "Yes, Ma."

A wide grin spreads across her face. "Thank you, honey. I guess since you said that . . ."

"What, Ma?" 

"I guess you're not grounded THIS TIME . . . and you may still keep your motorcycle."

Now it's my turn to grin. "Thank you, Ma. I won't screw it up for you. I promise."

She rolls her eyes and huffs. "We'll see about that."

We roll up to the house, park the car, and get ready for tomorrow.

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This is it. This is the first day of school. The day where I have to be somewhat good.

The day where I can't do anything without being caught.

I have to be extra cautious.

When I zoom up to the school on my motorcycle, I'm not worried. I don't know why I would be; I make a lot of friends, hook up with a lot of girls, and flunk a lot of classes. Okay, all of my classes.

But still, I'm not worried when I proudly walk through the doors of Hamilton High School. After all, I am a junior, so I instantly see a couple small fry to right cower at my piercings and whisper, "Who is that?" in voices that are easily heard. 

I pass a small group of girls to my right, and I check them out as I do. They're wearing their cheerleading uniforms, which give me total access to their nice racks. I wink at them and they giggle.

Of course when the bell rings, I take my time, and swagger in 5 minutes late. The teacher, a bald dude with a stomach like Santa Claus, asks me for my name. 

"Duncan Evans. I'm new." He just nods, doesn't even yell at me, and points to the last empty seat. Sweet, I think. A total lazy ass for homeroom. I can come late every day! Might give me some time to bang some girls in the bathroom . . .

My thoughts trail away when I sit down and turn to the girl next to me. She has long brown hair, straight but beautiful, that reaches all the way to her lower back. A white halter top paired with olive capris complete her outfit, and I can already tell that I want her. She notices me staring, and looks up at me.

Those eyes.

I am completely taken by those eyes. Onyx, dark, glittering, mysterious. Oceans of secrets in them. She is just one hot girl . . . damn. 

"Hello? Hello? Duncan?"

I snap out of my daze. She's staring at me like I'm crazy. I quickly recover.

"Yea, that's my name. Don't wear it out, princess." She recoils as if I just hit her. 

"Ugh, you're such an ogre. Don't call me that." She seems exasperated. "Why don't you just not talk to me?"

Sassy. Feisty. She's hot when she's mad. "Hey princess, I wasn't saying anything, okay? You're the one who wanted to talk to me."

She thinks about that, and grimaces. "You . . . you . . . you're impossible!" 

The bell signals the end of homeroom. She bolts from her seat, and I whistle as I get a view of her ass. Oh, she's so hot. I need to get her number, or at least her name.

"Yo, princess!"

"What! And don't call me that!" she snaps. 

"What's your name?"

She looks tired, irritated, and bored. "Courtney Martins. That good enough for you?"

I try out the words on my tongue. Courtney Martins. Courtney.

I start to open my mouth to ask for her number but she's already gone.

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Hi guys, I hope you liked that chapter! If you did, keep reading, commenting, voting, following, all that good stuff! As you get to know me as a writer, you'll know that I literally update whenever I have the time or an idea. So, I'll update probably every week, minimum. Alright guys, that's it from me!

~Nyx