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Courtney stomped off to her dorm her hair practically on fire. She was steaming mad.
How dare he say that to her? He's the one that cheated and he's balming her? What
kind of twisted world is this? She reached her door and wiped her tears. She looked
at her empty hands. She started to hurt inside. Why? Why had she felt so guilty?

"Promises can be broken under circumstances." Courtney assured herself since
she felt stupid about being guilty. Courtney opened her door and threw her bookbag
on her bed. SH elay her violin case on her desk and leaning on the door, closing it
while doing so. She felt weak and tired.

"No school tomorrow." She said out loud, like a note-to-self so she wouldn't forget.
She walked over to her bed and plopped down. She could feel the lump under her.
She had a lot of books. She closed her eyes and recalled the day. Mostly
with Trent. Then she remembered what happened five minutes ago. She found
herself in tears again. She wiped it away angrily. *Crying's for losers.* She thought
as she drifted to sleep, hanging on to what happened today.

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Courtney woke up to the sound of her alarm. She lazily searched with her hand.
She felt a pen, a notepad, AH! her phone. She immeadiatley tapped buttons and
snoozed it. Courtney started to go back to sleep. *Wait....it's Saturday. My alarm
changes on Saturday.* She bolted upright and flipped open her phone. Her eyes
had to adjust to the sudden burst of light. When she could make out the numbers
she couldn't believe what she read. 6:23 P.M.

"Crap! Are you kidding me?!" She screamed as she lept from her bed. She looked
at herself in the mirror. Hair messy as ever. Uniform wrinkled and you could tell it
was completley slept in. She looked at her eyes. Swollen and red. She was
a heavy sleeper. She once slept for a day and a half, but she came back from
Japan so that doesn't count. Jetlag.

"No, no, no, no ,no...." She chanted as she got a change of clothes and her flat
iron. Her date with Trent was in three hours and she had slept a whole day! She
took a quick shower, scrubbing off any signs of tears.

6:40 P.M: She dried her hair and grabbed her blow dryer and flat iron. As she
warmed up the iron she dried her hair wth the blow dryer.

6:47 P.M: Courtney burned herslef multiple times as she rushed through. Once
she was done she had at least four burn marks on her fingers, but her
hair was straight and shiny.

7:00 P.M: Courtney changed into her clothes, jeans and a flowy shirt that partly
showed her shoulder. She left two strands two frame her face, but braided her
hair. Apparently she messed up and made her locks flip up at the end.

7:30 P.M: Courtney ran around her room looking for her scrunch boots. She
checked under her bed and in her closet.

"Not now!" She screamed as she checked behind her dresser for the fourth time.

7:45 P.M: "Found it!" She screamed as she yanked them on. She touched her
face lightly. No make-up. Crap. Courtney checked her phone. 15 minutes
to spare. Okay, she could do that in 15 minutes.

7:48: "Stay still!" Courtney struggled to keep her hand still with her other hand.
She applied lip gloss and did a once-over.

7:58: "Done!" She yelled and checked her phone. Just in time. She didn't have to
do so much on make-up, but she messed up due to rushing it.

Courtne panted and then restrained herself. No sweating. Don't screw this up! She
sat on her bed and checked her phone. 2 minutes to spare. She still felt a little
tired, but she had to sustain that and have a great time. She sat there and fixed
nails. Clear-coated with a french tip. She was never into this girly thing like nails
,but for some reason she wanted every little thing to be perfect. She hadn't
had a decent date in a while. It was always debate, or cheer. Yes, she had joined
cheerleading. Heather was captain and she was co-captain. She had such a busy
schedule. She had also joined volleyball. Not to mention school.She had no time for
dating. But.....she did make time for...him. She rest her head in her knees and sighed.
She just wanted to have a good time. No Duncan to bring her down. Then a sudden
knock interrupted Courtney's thoughts.

"Hello?" It was Trent. Courtney bolted upright and sprinted towards the door. She
smoothed out her shirt and made sure no frayed string trailed behind her butt. She
opened the door and smiled instantly. Trent's eyes widened to the point where you
would think they would fall out of the sockets.

"Um, Courtney?" Trent asked unsure if it was her. Was it? She looked different. Girlier
in a way. courtney's smile immeadiatley went to a glare.

"What?" She said darkly. Trent saw what was wrong and put his hand up in his defense,
revealing something that caught Courtney's eye. About 5 red roses wrapped in white
paper witha red bow.

"Are those for me?" Courtney asked, blushing. She tried to remain calm, keep her
cool factor, but she kept turning red. Trent's gaze floated to where she was looking
at and then nodded sheepishly. Courtney took them and examined each rose's perfection.
No petal was wilted and the throns had been cut off expertly, no stubs.

"Thank you." Courtney said almost in a whisper. Trent nodded, for some reason
he felt mute. She immeadiatley put them in a vase that her mother had sent over for Christmas
and filled it with water. In the meantime Trent made sure he had everything. His wallet, his
keys. He sighed in relief, all there.

"So where are we going?" Courtney demanded. Her voice was dripping in nervousness.

"It's a surprise." Trent grinned at her and Courtney let loose a tiny grin.

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Courtney stomped off to her dorm her hair practically on fire. She was steaming mad.
How dare he say that to her? He's the one that cheated and he's balming her? What
kind of twisted world is this? She reached her door and wiped her tears. She looked
at her empty hands. She started to hurt inside. Why? Why had she felt so guilty?

"Promises can be broken under circumstances." Courtney assured herself since
she felt stupid about being guilty. Courtney opened her door and threw her bookbag
on her bed. SH elay her violin case on her desk and leaning on the door, closing it
while doing so. She felt weak and tired.

"No school tomorrow." She said out loud, like a note-to-self so she wouldn't forget.
She walked over to her bed and plopped down. She could feel the lump under her.
She had a lot of books. She closed her eyes and recalled the day. Mostly
with Trent. Then she remembered what happened five minutes ago. She found
herself in tears again. She wiped it away angrily. *Crying's for losers.* She thought
as she drifted to sleep, hanging on to what happened today.

------

Courtney woke up to the sound of her alarm. She lazily searched with her hand.
She felt a pen, a notepad, AH! her phone. She immeadiatley tapped buttons and
snoozed it. Courtney started to go back to sleep. *Wait....it's Saturday. My alarm
changes on Saturday.* She bolted upright and flipped open her phone. Her eyes
had to adjust to the sudden burst of light. When she could make out the numbers
she couldn't believe what she read. 6:23 P.M.

"Crap! Are you kidding me?!" She screamed as she lept from her bed. She looked
at herself in the mirror. Hair messy as ever. Uniform wrinkled and you could tell it
was completley slept in. She looked at her eyes. Swollen and red. She was
a heavy sleeper. She once slept for a day and a half, but she came back from
Japan so that doesn't count. Jetlag.

"No, no, no, no ,no...." She chanted as she got a change of clothes and her flat
iron. Her date with Trent was in three hours and she had slept a whole day! She
took a quick shower, scrubbing off any signs of tears.

6:40 P.M: She dried her hair and grabbed her blow dryer and flat iron. As she
warmed up the iron she dried her hair wth the blow dryer.

6:47 P.M: Courtney burned herslef multiple times as she rushed through. Once
she was done she had at least four burn marks on her fingers, but her
hair was straight and shiny.

7:00 P.M: Courtney changed into her clothes, jeans and a flowy shirt that partly
showed her shoulder. She left two strands two frame her face, but braided her
hair. Apparently she messed up and made her locks flip up at the end.

7:30 P.M: Courtney ran around her room looking for her scrunch boots. She
checked under her bed and in her closet.

"Not now!" She screamed as she checked behind her dresser for the fourth time.

7:45 P.M: "Found it!" She screamed as she yanked them on. She touched her
face lightly. No make-up. Crap. Courtney checked her phone. 15 minutes
to spare. Okay, she could do that in 15 minutes.

7:48: "Stay still!" Courtney struggled to keep her hand still with her other hand.
She applied lip gloss and did a once-over.

7:58: "Done!" She yelled and checked her phone. Just in time. She didn't have to
do so much on make-up, but she messed up due to rushing it.

Courtne panted and then restrained herself. No sweating. Don't screw this up! She
sat on her bed and checked her phone. 2 minutes to spare. She still felt a little
tired, but she had to sustain that and have a great time. She sat there and fixed
nails. Clear-coated with a french tip. She was never into this girly thing like nails
,but for some reason she wanted every little thing to be perfect. She hadn't
had a decent date in a while. It was always debate, or cheer. Yes, she had joined
cheerleading. Heather was captain and she was co-captain. She had such a busy
schedule. She had also joined volleyball. Not to mention school.She had no time for
dating. But.....she did make time for...him. She rest her head in her knees and sighed.
She just wanted to have a good time. No Duncan to bring her down. Then a sudden
knock interrupted Courtney's thoughts.

"Hello?" It was Trent. Courtney bolted upright and sprinted towards the door. She
smoothed out her shirt and made sure no frayed string trailed behind her butt. She
opened the door and smiled instantly. Trent's eyes widened to the point where you
would think they would fall out of the sockets.

"Um, Courtney?" Trent asked unsure if it was her. Was it? She looked different. Girlier
in a way. courtney's smile immeadiatley went to a glare.

"What?" She said darkly. Trent saw what was wrong and put his hand up in his defense,
revealing something that caught Courtney's eye. About 5 red roses wrapped in white
paper witha red bow.

"Are those for me?" Courtney asked, blushing. She tried to remain calm, keep her
cool factor, but she kept turning red. Trent's gaze floated to where she was looking
at and then nodded sheepishly. Courtney took them and examined each rose's perfection.
No petal was wilted and the throns had been cut off expertly, no stubs.

"Thank you." Courtney said almost in a whisper. Trent nodded, for some reason
he felt mute. She immeadiatley put them in a vase that her mother had sent over for Christmas
and filled it with water. In the meantime Trent made sure he had everything. His wallet, his
keys. He sighed in relief, all there.

"So where are we going?" Courtney demanded. Her voice was dripping in nervousness.

"It's a surprise." Trent grinned at her and Courtney let loose a tiny grin.