Introducing Each Other
Duncan looked at the stern girl or Princess as he called her, with a smirk on her face. She growled as her face was red with anger. "What the hell are you doing here?!" she yelled at him.
"Isn't it obvious? We're staying here, Princess." Duncan said, still smirking. "I assume you and your friends are as well." Courtney growled at him.
"First of all, yes, we are staying here." She said, sternly. "And while we're here, we don't want to be bothered with any of you." she said, pointing at us. Duncan smirked at us, making us smirk back. "And second of all, stop calling me princess!" With that, Courtney walked off, still fuming mad. Her friends looked at us, mixed expressions on their friends. Some of them walked off with Courtney, while others stayed and looked at us.
Duncan, still with his smirk on his face, walked after the stern girl. He gave us all a thumbs-up as he walked after her. I shook my head, with a smile; Duncan was Duncan, through and through. I looked up and saw the Gothic girl staring at me. I looked up at her with a smile. "Hi." I said, walking over.
She smiled back at me. "Hi." She was cute, but even cuter when she smiled. "I'm Trent." I said, still smiling at her.
"Gwen." She said, telling me her name. I smiled at her.
"That's a cute name." I could see her cheeks getting red, as she blushed. I could hear screams and yells coming from the girl who Duncan went after.
"Oh yeah, sorry about my friend." I said, referring to Duncan. "He's always acted like that."
Gwen shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "It's fine." She said. "Sorry about Courtney. She gets a little overdramatic at times."
I looked at Trent as he was talking with the Goth chick. I walked past him, looked back at him, and give him a thumbs-up. He returned it, but did it, so the Goth girl wouldn't notice. I had to admit, she was cute, but my eyes were on another girl. I walked up to the blonde surfer chick and she smiled at me, as I smiled back.
"Hey, name's Geoff." I said, introducing myself.
"Hi, I'm Bridgette." She said.
"That's a wicked name." I said. She blushed, making her even cuter.
"So, you like to surf?" I asked, noticing her surfboard she was holding.
"Yeah! Surfing is my life. Do you?" she asked. I shook my head 'no'.
"No, I wanted to try it, but never really got a chance to."
"Want me to teach you sometime? The waves here are awesome!" I couldn't lay down an offer like that.
"Sure!" I said. Me and her continued talking about various things. Turns out we had a lot in common. We would have talked more, but the Goth girl told her they had to go unpack. She looked back at me; a bit sad she had to go. I was a bit upset, but then realized we would be in the same hotel.
"Hey, you want to visit me my room sometime?" I asked. "Its room 115." She instantly smiled again, making me happy.
"Sure, I'd love to." She then grabbed her stuff and ran off waving bye to me. She then stopped and ran back over. Quickly, she laid a kiss on my cheek and rushed back off. I stood, surprised. Trent walked over to me and asked was I okay. I nodded, still in a daze about the kiss.
I was heading to my hotel room, when I heard a familiar voice call to me. I turned around and glared as it was the delinquent. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? Did he get some sort of sick pleasure from torturing me? I continued walking, ignoring him as he called after me. He finally reached me, and I cursed him for being faster than me, since I was walking pretty fast for him to not catch me.
"Hey, didn't you hear me? I was calling you." He said, as he still had that same smug smirk on his face.
"That's because I didn't want to respond to you." I said, sternly, so he'd get the message.
"You don't like me much, do you Princess?" he asked. I growled, as he called me that name.
"Of course I don't! Who would ever like a self-centered pig like you?!" I shouted at him. Of course, this didn't bother him in the least bit.
"Pig, huh? That's a new one." I sighed as I finally reached the elevator. I looked at my room key as it read '109'. I walked into the elevator with my bags. I looked at the delinquent as he walked into the elevator with me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, getting more annoyed with him by the second. He looked at me, confused.
"What do you mean?" he asked, seriously, which shocked me. But then I realized I was dealing with a delinquent who didn't know the meaning of the word 'serious'.
"I mean, why are you getting in the elevator with me?" I asked. He then smirked.
"I'm being a gentleman and escorting you to your room." He said as he pressed the '49' button on the elevator.
"I don't need you to escort me." I said, growling. "I'm old enough to take care of myself." The boy looked at me, with his eyes growing big and wide, as if he was surprised. He didn't say anything after that, which surprised me, since he had a snide response to everything. We waited until the elevator reached my floor and the door opened. I was about to take my bags, until he beat me to it, and picked them up. I was about to say something, but decided he was being nice and I walked to my room. After unlocking, I looked inside as it looked like a regular hotel room. He walked in and I looked at him, as he was wondering to put my bags.
"Just set them on the floor." I said. He shrugged and dropped my bags to the floor.
"Anything else, Princess?" he asked. I glared at him.
"I told you to stop calling me that!" I yelled at him.
"Fine, then what can I call you?" he asked, as he smirked his usual smirk.
"Courtney." I said, calming down as my glare turned to a scowl.
"Alright Courtney." He said, smugly. "I still think 'Princess' suits you." He said.
"And I think 'Pig' suits you. I said, smirking at him. His response wasn't what I thought it'd be, as he shrugged, like he didn't care. I sighed. Nothing I did bothered him. It was as if he really didn't care what anyone thought of him at all. "Well, since you really don't care what I call you, would you tell me what your name is?" I asked. I looked as he smirked.
"Well then, Duncan, get out. I have to unpack." I said as I stood up.
"Are you sure you won't miss me if I leave?" he said, smirking. I glared at him. "Alright, alright. I'll leave. But just know, I won't leave you alone, no matter how much you get angry." And with that, he finally left. I sighed, thankful that he was finally gone. After 20 minutes had passed, I finally finished packing. I collapsed on my bed, exhausted. I tried to think of the things I was going to do on this vacation, but soon Duncan sprung in my mind.
I quickly sat up in my bed and shook my head. "I must be losing it, if I'm thinking of that delinquent." I thought. And with that, I lied back on my bed, and fell asleep.