Duncan's Pov
"So?" I pressed. "Not changing my mind." She dicho simply. "Oh come on Mom, tu know I'm just going to break her heart," I was already thinking about Gwen. "She's rich, she can sue tu for that," She cackled evily. "Do I have to be in a 'ranged marriage?" I tried. "Yes! We need the money and her family is so nice! We went to school together!" She smiled. CoughGolddigger!Cough. She rolled her eyes. "Your marrying Courtney, that's final," And with that she was out the door and off to her job.
I sighed and sat down on the nearest thing to me that happened to be the couch. And just on que my phone started to ring. "Sup?" "Heyy Dunkie babe, sooo?" Gwen asked. "No, she won't budge," I exclaimed. "Ooooh!" Someone dicho in the background. "Shit! But I amor you!" Gwen whispered. "Ya..." I mumbled not really listening. "Did tu hear that?" She asked. There was a knock on the door. "I-" She started. "Ya?" I answered the door.
A girl about my age with brown hair, mocha skin, onyx eyes, freckles and, a hot body stood in the doorway. She had two bags por her pisos covered foot. "Is this the Coleman resident?" She asked in a peppy voice. "Depends who's asking?" I folded my arms across my chest and held the phone in between my shoulder and ear. She put her hands on her hips. "Courtney is asking," She said.
She wasn't that bad. Her clothes were a little too preppy with the blue capris and purple tee shirt. "Duncan!" Gwen shouted from the phone. "You might wanna get that," she pushed passed me into the house. What? No one pushed Duncan. "Why. Are. You. Here." I dicho not really asking.
She shrugged and sat on the couch. "I ask myself that," She leaned back casually. "That's it! I'm coming over!" Gwen hanged up. Happy for a distraction, Duncan turned around to hang up the phone. "Hullo tu there juvie?" Courtney called. I turned around and glared at her.
She smirked back. No way. This girl was actuación like me. I was the one making people glare at me. I decided I didn't like her. She seriously creeses me. (Sorry for the spelling!). "Sure, I'm here Princess," I replied back and sat on the opposite couch.
Now it was her time glare and my time to smirk. I raised a pierced eyebrow. "I am NOT a Princess." She giggled innocently. What? Now I'm confused. Usually girls call me a ogre o somethin. "What? Not what tu expected? Well I'm not like most girls." She said, lectura my mind. Then, she picked up her bags from the door and walked upstairs.
Ring! "Sup?" "Duncan! Why did tu ignore me?" Asked Gwen. "Mhm" I mumbled."Duncan! Are tu listening?!" There was a crash upstairs followed por a loud, "Damn!" Coming from Courtney. "Sure." I ran up the stairs.
"Oh my god!" I shouted
"So?" I pressed. "Not changing my mind." She dicho simply. "Oh come on Mom, tu know I'm just going to break her heart," I was already thinking about Gwen. "She's rich, she can sue tu for that," She cackled evily. "Do I have to be in a 'ranged marriage?" I tried. "Yes! We need the money and her family is so nice! We went to school together!" She smiled. CoughGolddigger!Cough. She rolled her eyes. "Your marrying Courtney, that's final," And with that she was out the door and off to her job.
I sighed and sat down on the nearest thing to me that happened to be the couch. And just on que my phone started to ring. "Sup?" "Heyy Dunkie babe, sooo?" Gwen asked. "No, she won't budge," I exclaimed. "Ooooh!" Someone dicho in the background. "Shit! But I amor you!" Gwen whispered. "Ya..." I mumbled not really listening. "Did tu hear that?" She asked. There was a knock on the door. "I-" She started. "Ya?" I answered the door.
A girl about my age with brown hair, mocha skin, onyx eyes, freckles and, a hot body stood in the doorway. She had two bags por her pisos covered foot. "Is this the Coleman resident?" She asked in a peppy voice. "Depends who's asking?" I folded my arms across my chest and held the phone in between my shoulder and ear. She put her hands on her hips. "Courtney is asking," She said.
She wasn't that bad. Her clothes were a little too preppy with the blue capris and purple tee shirt. "Duncan!" Gwen shouted from the phone. "You might wanna get that," she pushed passed me into the house. What? No one pushed Duncan. "Why. Are. You. Here." I dicho not really asking.
She shrugged and sat on the couch. "I ask myself that," She leaned back casually. "That's it! I'm coming over!" Gwen hanged up. Happy for a distraction, Duncan turned around to hang up the phone. "Hullo tu there juvie?" Courtney called. I turned around and glared at her.
She smirked back. No way. This girl was actuación like me. I was the one making people glare at me. I decided I didn't like her. She seriously creeses me. (Sorry for the spelling!). "Sure, I'm here Princess," I replied back and sat on the opposite couch.
Now it was her time glare and my time to smirk. I raised a pierced eyebrow. "I am NOT a Princess." She giggled innocently. What? Now I'm confused. Usually girls call me a ogre o somethin. "What? Not what tu expected? Well I'm not like most girls." She said, lectura my mind. Then, she picked up her bags from the door and walked upstairs.
Ring! "Sup?" "Duncan! Why did tu ignore me?" Asked Gwen. "Mhm" I mumbled."Duncan! Are tu listening?!" There was a crash upstairs followed por a loud, "Damn!" Coming from Courtney. "Sure." I ran up the stairs.
"Oh my god!" I shouted
