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“Oh, fuck me.” Duncan groaned as he inspected the damage on his dads already crappy car.
The day had been perfect thus far. He had successfully managed to get Courtney to come over, stating he needed help catching up on his Spanish Literature class. Then to his surprise she’d actually agreed to get in the same vehicle as him. So far so good, right? Wrong.
All this situation did was fuel Duncan’s massive ego. He now had every chance to impress the one girl who never gave him a second thought, or so she made it seem.
“Duncan, please drive right. We’re only 16 and I’d like to make it to graduation.”
“Relax, I do this all the time.”
Fucking dumbass, he thought now. Did he really need to let go of the wheel and show her how he could drive with just his knees? At that moment, yes.
That little stunt lasted for about 15 seconds before he hit a pothole and scraped the driver's side of the car against the median. He played it off thinking it couldn’t be that bad, but now he was looking at the damages.
“I am so kicked out.” He blew under his breath.
“Duncan—”
“Don’t. I’m already gonna have my ass on the line by the old man, I don’t need that smart mouth of yours right now either.”
Duncan didn’t bother looking as Courtney made her way out the garage door. He didn’t blame her. If anyone else were dealing with his stupid prick of a dad then he would have left too.
Had Courtney shut the door? He’d hate to have to get up from his sulking position to do so. Just as he was about to push himself up he heard the shuffling of feet approaching him. He paused; her shadow standing perfectly across the wall but Duncan couldn’t make out what her shadow was holding.
Slowly, Duncan turned his head to actually see her. Courtney’s face was cool, calm, and collected as she handed him a metal rod. It looked oddly similar to the ones by the living room's fire pit. He took it out of instinct and before he had a chance to ask her what the actual hell she was doing, Courtney swung her own metal rod and made a dent in his dad’s old car.
The ringing sound seemed to be the only thing he could focus on as shock hit him. Courtney, sweet old miss goody-two-shoes, was vandalizing property.
He had never been so in love.
His ears seemed to click back to reality as he watched her swing over and over again. The doors received multiple blows as she let her own anger out before carefully placing the rod on the ground. She dusted her hands off and took a seat next to him by the uneven steps.
“There. Now we can say someone hit you and sped off on the highway.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Princess?” Duncan said in awe. He didn’t care that he cracked a genuine smile in her direction.
“Princess needed a little break.” She shrugged, “And nobody should have to be worried about getting kicked out…” she whispered before looking away as a patch of pink rose to her cheeks.
Duncan loved getting that reaction out of her.
“You’re such a badass, you know?” He teased.
“Shut up.”
Courtney shoved his shoulder lightly and laughed. it was rare to see her so comfortable, he’d work hard to make sure there were moments like this if she ever gave him a solid chance.
“Ah, she’s back.”
She hummed as they fell into silence. They just stared at the hideous car together.
“Thanks, Courtney.”
Her head tilted as she looked at him. He’d used her real name and something about it made her smile.
“Anytime.”