Day 2: We Got That Bonnie & Clyde Love
âDanger is kind of hot.â Create a situation where Duncney do something spontaneous that ends with their adrenaline rushing.
Courtney shuts her laptop lid and sighs, bored out of her mind. Sheâs finished all her homework for this week and the coming week, and with nothing else to do, she opens up her phone.
No one online, except for a certain attractive delinquent. She wants to message him, but Heatherâs words echo in her head, Never text a guy first; heâll lose interest, so she waits for a message.Â
Courtney knows heâll eventually text her. Heâs full on obsessed with her and just yesterday heâd tried sexting her. She watches her phone expectantly and crosses her arms over her desk, waiting for a notification.Â
Five minutes pass, and still no text. Has he forgotten about her? No, that isnât possible. Courtney knows sheâs the least forgettable person on the planet. With her perfect looks, flawless features, amazing grades, her agility and her friendliness, no one could possible ever forget her. So how come Duncan hadnât messaged her yet asking to either hook up or ditch class?
Waiting eventually gets painfully for her so she decides to fuck it; to text him first despite what Heather would think.
Duncan:Â is this u trying to flirt? i feel like im emailing my teacher.Â
Duncan:Â iâll be at urs at 7
Courtney:Â No you wonât. My mom is coming home in half an hour.
Duncan: thats all the time we need đÂ
Courtney leans back into her chair, satisfied with herself. Take that, Heather! Texting first isnât a turn-off!
Immediately someone rings the door bell. Her heart lurches, and she runs to the door. Standing there is Duncan leaning on the hinge, wearing a leather jacket and baggy pants.Â
âHey princess, you gonna let me in?â Duncan asks, grinning.
Courtney sighs, letting him in, âYeah, but weâve got to be fast. If my parents-â
He presses a finger to her lip, âThey wonât, trust me. Donât worry about a thing.â
She slaps his hand away, âDonât shush me, Duncan. No one can shush me.â
Duncan puts his hands up in surrender, âSorry, sorry. Bedroom?â
Courtney smiles shily, âYeah, come on. But I need to get the remote for the blinds from the supply first. Follow me.â
âA remote for your blinds?â Duncan echoes with a snort, following her to the supply room.
She rolls her eyes at his comment and goes in the supply, making sure to carefully step over the door stopper. Duncan, not being as careful as her, accidentally kicks it out of the way, shutting the door with a loud click.
âDuncan!â Courtney snaps, âYou werenât supposed to move that! Now the door wonât fucking open!â
âOh shit,â he realises, âAre we stuck in here? Donât you have some sort of rich peoples key?â
âNo,â she hisses, âNow weâve got to wait for my mum to come home, but sheâll probably be too busy with her new boyfriend to even notice. Ugh!â
âRelax, Iâve got an idea,â Duncan says, before he jams himself into the door. He does it again, and again, before he slumps onto the ground with a frown, âFuck, that hurt.â
âDuncan you are such an idiot. Are you alright?â
He pulls off his shirt, revealing a large purple bruise on his shoulder, making Courtney roll her eyes.
âYouâre lucky weâre in the supply and have ice packs,â Courtney huffs, opening the freezer. She pulls out an ice pack and presses it against his arm, making him wince in pain.
Courtney realises how close she is to him, and tenses, slightly pulling pack. Duncan stops her hand and mutters, âDonât.â
âDonât what?â Courtney asks in a shaky whisper.
âDonât pull away,â he repeats, pulling her in for a kiss.
Courtney grabs the sides of his face and hungrily sucks on his lip. He nips on her lip, and the two make out for what seem like an eternity. She pulls off her shirt, leaving her in just her bra and tights.Â
Duncanâs about to unclip her bra, when Courtney hears a sudden click. Fuck, her motherâs home.Â
âShh,â she hisses, shoving him into the laundry closet. He opens his mouth to protest but she clamps it shut, âI said, shush. Do you have any idea what will happen if you get me caught? Mom wonât give a fuck; sheâll probably try snagging you for herself. But if Daddy finds out, Iâm doomed.â
Duncan nods with an eye roll, crossing his arms to squeeze himself in. The smell of laundry detergent makes his nose hurt and he canât see anything, but he can hear Courtneyâs mother giggling loudly like a little schoolgirl.
âCourt-nay, come meet your new step-dad, Omar! Heâs from Dubai! Isnât that fantastic!â
âYes, mother,â he hears Courtneyâs dry response.Â
âCould you please go to your room, darling? Me and Omar would like the living room to ourselves, without any interruptions and disturbances.â
Oh fuck, Duncan realises. Heâs gonna be in here for a while .Â