A one-shot for my duncney one-shots on wattpad. Please give me feedback, I'm new to writing
-Tyler hadnât blabbed nothing about the gwuncan kiss
-This story is behind some episode, so nothing is on camera
Trent and Bridgette are on the same team
-Trent and Courtney are friends I guess (and nothing more)
Courtney sat on her golden first class chair, next to the unpredictable Heather. Sheâd been doing her favourite thing; thinking while doodling down notes.
Suddenly, the big cup of orange juice had came rushing back up. The plane shook as the brunette forced herself to not throw up.
She rushed to the bathroom, the plane shaking some more.
The C.I.T thought she heard something⊠but was re-assured herself. She couldnât hold in the disgusting puke no longer, so there was no time to knock and make sure.
That went away, though, when she saw Gwen. And Duncan. Making out.
The pupils in Courtneyâs eyes grew small, just staring, and speechless.
The couple turned around, seeing what there interruption was.
Duncan stood there, his eyes wide. Gwen, the same. But she knew it would come some day.
Courtney ran away, bursting out in tears. Duncan had the urge to run after her, but when squeezed closer to Gwen, he just stood still. Cursing in his mind.
The brunette flew through the first class. Everyone looked at her, shocked. They had one, never seen Courtney shed a tear, and two: never seen Courtney shed a tear.
Finding a comforting corner around the wall, she kneeled down and cried. Her head was in her knees as she just cried and cried.
Team Amazon looked at each other, before Heather finally let her words go.
âI have a feeling I know what this is.â She annouced, getting up and walking towards the shaking plane bathroom.
âWhere are you going?â Cody questioned.
âTo give Gwen a little visit.â Heather said, venom dripping from her voice.
The geek, though, didnât get a clue.
âOoo can I come visit too?â He wiggled his eyesbrows. Heather ignored him as Sierra slapped him.
Bridgette and Trent sat next to each other on the horrible wooden bench.
âWe need to think of a plan.â Alejandro suggested. Bridgette just nodded and nodded, her ears fixed on something else.
She swore she heard a whimper or two. The musican also looked up worryingly.
âI, uh- need to go the bathroom.â They both said at the same time. Without thinking, the duo sped off to see what their eyes were giving them.
Surely enough, around the bend, Courtney had her arms in her knees, sobbing.
âC-Courtney whatâs wrong?â The surferâs voice cracked.
âGwen⊠D-Duncan⊠theyâŠâ Courtney cried. Bridgette and Trent shared a glance, already knowing what has happened.
âListen, Iâll go talk to them.â Trent offered, showing a weak smile.
âNo, Trent. Iâm going to talk to him.â Bridgette answered in a stern voice. Courtney kept silent as the blonde strode off.
Trent kneeled down beside the brunette.
âDuncanâs a loser. You didnât deserve him anyway.â Trent smiled, for real this time.
Courtney trembley smiled back, before breaking down again.
Trent sighed and tried again.
As she walked, thoughts filled her head, making her stomach boil with anger. There was going to be a lot to talk about with⊠Duncan.
Sure, Bridgette was extremely mad with Gwen, but Gwen couldâve been any other girl Duncan had cheated with.
Gwen did wrong, but Duncan did the worst.
Speaking of which, there could be no better time for Bridgette clash into the delinquent himself, with the goth at his side.
âHey, Gwen, can I talk to Duncan⊠alone?â Bridgette narrowed her eyes at Gwen. Gwen glared back, but left, thinking whatever Bridgette could do was harmless.
âWhat do you want?â Duncan said coldly. â Cause Iâm not apologizing to Courtney.â Duncan assumed that was why he was there.
âOh, you are apologizing to her, and I also had one thing to tell you.â Bridgette smiled sweetly.
âWhat malibu?â Duncan rolled his eyes.
âThis.â She answered, whacking him with her fist. The blonde punched him so hard, his nose begun to bleed.
âLISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT. YOU. ARE. FUCKING. APOLOGIZING. TO. COURTNEY. BECUASE IF YOU DONâT⊠OHHH YOU DONâT WANT TO KNOW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU DONâT!â Bridgette screamed.
Duncan held his nose, scoffing.
âHa! You think a weak punch and some swearing would intimidate me?â Duncan mocked.
âNo, but this will.â Bridgette kicked the punk where the sun donât shine. He whimpered, but the surfer wasnât done there.
She kept punching his chest before she then broke out in tears. Her weak punches faded and faded until she just sat down crying.
âWhy would you do this?â Bridgette cried.
Duncan, still holding his nose and kneeling down, sighed.
âShe⊠she began to get to controlling. I didnât know what to do.â He looked down in defeat.
âSo cheating on her⊠cheating on her was the answer?!â Bridgette closed her eyes and hugged her legs.
âI- I didnât mean too! Gwen⊠I just thought if sheâŠâ
âIf she lost you then sheâd realize what sheâd miss?â Bridgette finished his sentence.
âAnd sheâd⊠sheâd just stop trying to change me. Everyone tries to change me. My parents, my teachers, and when she finally tried, that was my breaking point.â
âYou couldâve just talked to her.â
âShe wouldnât have listened.â
âYes, she wouldâve. She loves you Duncan. And you hurt her.â
âShe talks to me every nignt about you, it kinda gets annoying.â Bridgette laughed. Duncan chuckled before looking down again.
âAnd neither is she. Both of you fight, but always overcome it. Why should this be different?â
âThanks, Bridgette.â Duncan gently smiled and pat her shoulder. The blonde smiled back before Duncan left to go find Courtney.
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