I puffed out a huge breath as I heaved more boxes into my new house. I was glad to get out of that stuffy little apartment. Plus, now I get to live only two streets down from Bridgette! I think I'll invite her over in a few days, once I get this place cleaned up a little.
It has been, hmm, a little over a week since I saw Duncan. I cannot. Stop. Thinking about that ogre. It's driving me insane!
And about what I was thinking when I saw him, was totally a slip up. It was just a heat-of-the-moment thing. I don't even like him, let alone love him. I hate him in fact! he cheated on me. He doesn't deserve me. I deserve someone better. Oh, if I ever hear from him again, I swear I'll wring his spiked little neck out, until it snaps his head off, and I'll pulverize the ashes of his head, after I burn them in a ritual, where I'll thank the gods that he's gone, gone, GONE, out of my life for good, that little no-good, selfish, two-timing, egocentric, smirking, strong, incredibly sexy-
My train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the back door. A rather loud, obnoxious one, too. I sighed and ran down stairs, thinking it was Bridgette. She had insisted that she help me shuffle all the boxes around, but I told her that I needed a little space, get settled in, clean the place up a bit.
"Look, Bridge, I really don't nee-" I was cut off but a pair of lips pressing passionately against mine. They were oddly familiar... And it was over too soon.
"So, Princess, you miss me?" He took one look at my shocked expression and I knew it was obvious.
"I'll take that as a yes." Duncan strolled over to the fridge and helped himself to some cheese, and leftover steak. That was cold. Yuck. He made himself a disgusting sandwich, with relish, onions, hot peppers, tartar sauce, mayo, and sauerkraut. He walked over to me and thrust the sandwich in my face.
"Ew! I'm not eating it! Smelling it is quite enough!"
"Well," he drew the word out. "If you eat it, I'll tell you what I've been up to all these years. If you don't, then I walk our the door, and out of your life. For good."
He wouldn't. "Duncan, I'm not eating it. What does a nasty sandwich have to do with us?"
He smirked. I just wanted to rip it clean off of his face. "So, you admitt that there is an 'us'!"
"No! Ugh, why would you even suggest that, you Neanderthal! Well, now I wanna know what's going on, so you might as well tell me." I was getting sick of his games. I just moved here to relax more, not stress about Duncan's life and how he affects me. But he doesn't. He doesn't have any effect on me at all. None. At. Al-
Once again, my words were cut off but a pair of lips. Duncan pulled back and smirked as he saw my dazed and disoriented look.
I"I know you too well, sweetheart. You were just thinking- correction- in denial, about how much I drive you crazy, how I'm such a hot, incredibly sexy Neanderthalish ogre who you would love to see in a loin cloth. And nothing else." he waggled an eyebrow- excuse me- the side of his eyebrow- suggestively.
"OUT!" I screeched. His games were so irksome and invidious. He looked confused for a moment, but there was
His smirk that crept back onto his face.
"C'mon Princess. If you let me crash here tonight, I'll tell you what happened."
I sighed and rubbed my temples. Curiosity killed the cat, but in this case, I was about to kill Duncan.
"You know what? Fine. You can stay. I really don't care." Damn curiosity.
"Sure Princess, whatever lets you sleep at night. Anyhow, it all started when I cheated on you." I winced at this but he either didn't notice or didn't care. He lifted his gaze to meet mine. Teal orbs bored into onyx. "I started feeling guilty about, meh, five minutes after. The guilt started eating at me, it was like you. It was annoying at first, and then it started affecting the way my brain worked." I didn't know wether to take that as a complement or an insult. "It's both honey. But I went and had a drink, you know, to try and clear my head. A drink turned into a few. A few turned into a lot. And a lot turned into me becoming broke because I bought so much liquor." Typical Duncan.
"So one night, I got completely hammered. Some jackass built a bar and liquor store next to a gun store, which was next to a chucky cheeses." My mouth formed an 'o' shape, and Duncan must have realized what he said and his eyes widened. "No Princess, no no no. I didn't mean that. But someone obviously did. So I got totally hammered one night, and then I staggered over to the gun store and bought two pistols. I was gonna walk across the street to the bank and rob 'em. But I decided I needed one more drink. So when I walked back in, I was holding the pistols in plain sight. Someone called the cops, they came, I ran. So now I'm hiding from the cops in your house." I was about ready to smack him silly. "What the hell are you doing here then, Duncan you're going to both of us thrown in jail!"
"Whatever Princess. What. Ever." He said as he started digging through my fridge again. How could he be so careless about the while thing? God, I needed a bubble bath. "Duncan, I'm going upstairs and taking a bath. And locking the door." I death glared him before marching up the stairs.
Not even two seconds after I lowered myself into the tub, I heard a knock on the door. "Not funny. Now Go away Duncan." A piece of paper slipped under the door. In surprisingly neat writing, he had scrawled 'need some company?'
"NO!" I screamed through the door. Three minutes later, and I hadn't even finished shampooing my head, I heard a jiggling noise, and saw the door knob jiggle ever so slightly. The jiggling stopped after a minute, and the door swung open, revealing Duncan standing there in all his pride and glory.
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Teen FictionDuncan. He was my everything. Key word being was. Or, at least, that's what I was trying to tell myself. .
