Growing Pains

Chapter Twenty-Four

Duncan

I was so irritated I thought I was going to combust. Justin had his meaty paws all over Courtney, who was not his girl. Well, I guess she wasn't mine either, but it was still a disgusting sight to see. I wished I could down a couple drinks and forget about my woes, but Geoff and I were the designated drivers for the night. Although, I doubted most of my friends would end up drunk.

I mean the guy couldn't keep his hands off her. He had been ogling her all night, and I was almost ready to cut it short.

I stormed into the kitchen at the same time I saw Gwen run out with some scrawny kid following her. A beat later a worried Trent followed suit. I wasn't too sure what happened, but I was in no mood to ask. And anyways, three's a crowd. I grabbed a beer for Dakota, who was getting more annoying by the minute, and headed out of the kitchen. On my way out, I did notice Heather who was looking rather smug, but that was typical.

I was stopped by DJ before I went upstairs to find Dakota. He was still completely sober, which was very annoying at my angle. He had a worried pinch between his brows as he asked, "Hey, have you seen Geoff?"

I shook my head and responded, "Not recently, no."

DJ frowned, "I keep calling him, but he wont pick up."

I shrugged, smirking I said, "Maybe he's hooking up with some hot chick."

DJ smiled and responded, "Maybe he is. I can't blame a man for that."

I chuckled, "No, you cannot." DJ squeezed my shoulder before walking away, probably in search of Geoff. I was just glad that he didn't bring up the whole Courtney situation again.

I started walking up the steps. The annoying blonde and I had decided to head upstairs where a group was playing some game or whatever. I agreed, mostly just to avoid seeing the agonizing sight of Courtney and Justin.

I passed random drunks in the hall, trying to remember where the last place I left Dakota. All the rooms seemed to blur together, so I decided to just start opening doors. I had to bark out a couple of apologies to couples too drunk or dumb to remember to lock the doors, but there was still no sight of her.

I nearly made my way all the way down the hall when I opened another unlocked door. Some random chick and dude were getting it on once again, both of their tops off, and I immediately jerked out an apologize, but then I felt my eyes burn at who I was looking at.

My hands started to shake as I saw Justin, who was scrambling to get his shirt on, tangled up in bed with a brunette. She fumbled with her shirt too, throwing it on so I no longer saw her bra. She was pretty, sure, but my main issue with her is that she was definitely not Courtney.

"Duncan, hey," He said, darting his eyes between me and the girl. He swallowed, his eyes filled with fear, and pleaded, "This isn't what it looks like."

"Explain," I ground out. I wasn't sure I could say much else. I was so pissed off. He cheated on the best girl the world had to offer. I wasn't sure that they were exclusive, but this was wrong. This was so damn wrong.

The girl looked up at him with wide eyes, but he walked away, grabbing my arm to pull me out of the room. "It was nothing," he finally said. He walked past me, not caring that I was so furious my entire body started to shake.

I trailed after him, not sure why. He stopped before reaching the stairwell and said to me, "Don't tell Courtney. She doesn't need to know about..." He trailed off, not needing to finish the sentence.

I was too dumbstruck to say anything as he walked down the stairs, disappearing into the crowd. I wasn't sure I was breathing. This worm, this idiot just cheated on the most wonderful person in the world. It didn't matter that I promised to be nice, Courtney deserved so much better than this scumbag.

I wasn't sure how many minutes I had stood there and fumed, but I suddenly gained a clear enough head to trail after him, passing off Dakota's beer to some rando as I walked down the stairs. I immersed myself into the crowd, searching for the model who was about to be out of work for a very long time.

I finally found him. He was walking right towards me, unaware of how I was stalking his every step like a lion assessing its prey.

In one swift motion, I marched over and punched him right in his two-timing face.