Forgotten Regrets || DUNCNEY ✔

Chapter 9

"You can deal, bossy."

I briefly glare at him before I walk out of the mud. 

Shane laughs at me as she hands me my extra pair of clothes. "You look disgusting, Court."

I smile. "Yeah and now it's your turn. I hope you get beat up," I say jokingly.

"Nah, I'm not like you," she says smiling. 

"Thanks," I say with heavy sarcasm. I shake my head as I walk over to the little showers off to the side of the mud ring. 

I haven't told Shane about the kiss. How could I? Its not like it meant anything in the first place. Plus if I did, she would never leave me alone about it. 

I strip down into the bathing suit I had underneath my clothes and turn on the water. I rinse the mud out of my hair and wipe it off my arms and legs. 

Duncan is standing in the shower next to me and he also has his bathing suit on. I look over at him, and he's smirking in my direction. 

"You missed a spot," he says. 

I glare at him. "Did not."

He walks over to me and strokes my cheek slowly with his finger. "There you go. All better." I doubt there was anything there to begin with. His flirting has been non-stop since we became friends again.

"I'm not a five-year-old," I say trying to stop myself from blushing. "I could have done that myself."

"And there's the up-tightness again," he says, leaning against the wall connecting the showers.

"I am not uptight!"

"Whatever you say, princess." Then he walks away from me. 

My cheeks warm up in embarrassment. I close my eyes and take ten deep breaths to calm my mind. When I open them, I see Trent walking out of one of the showers. When did he get here?

I turn off the water and hurry to get into my other pair of clothes grabbing the dirty ones on my way out. I have to jog to catch up to Trent. I'm panting when I get to him. I seriously need some exercise.

When I catch my breath, I look up. I see he's looking at me with a worried expression. 

"I'm fine," I assure him. I stand upright and take a deep breath. "Hey."

"Uh, hey, Courtney," he says. I can tell he's trying not to laugh. "It's been a while. How's life been treating you?"

I snort. "Like hell, but I'm getting through it." I look down at myself. My swimsuits soaking my clothes. Great. 

He throws his towel over his shoulder. "Listen, I'm sorry for the shit you went through when I left. I didn't realize that Gwen would, uh, do that."

"Oh, it wasn't your fault. I got past that stage, and Duncan's just as big of an asshole as he was before. You did nothing, Trent," I say, putting my hand on his arm in a comforting manner. 

He nods. "If you say so. I saw you two mud-wrestling," he says. "You're seriously terrible at it."

I glower at him as I drop my hand. "I could have beaten him up again. I'm just a little rusty."

"Sure, you are." I hit him in the arm and he laughs. "Look, it was nice talking to you, but I have a girlfriend waiting for me. We should hang sometime."

"Yeah, we should. See you later," I say. I turn to start walking in the other direction then I stop. "Wait, Trent. I have a question."

I turn around and see that he hasn't moved. 

"Yeah?"

"How did you get over it so fast? Why did you just take Gwen back?"

"Okay, um, well first off that's two questions not one. But I'll answer both of them anyway." He rubs the back of his neck. "I trust Gwen. I know that we went through some rough times, but I know her. She may need an arm, or person, to help, so I'm cool that Duncan was there, physically, when I wasn't." 

I nod. "You should tell her that I want my friend back. That we should all get together." Even if I am still pissed at her, I still had to make things righ.

He smiles. "Sure." 

I walk back over to the group. Duncan's watching Shane and Scott wrestle with his arms folded. 

"What did he want?" he asks when I stand next to him. 

"More like what did I want," I correct.

"Okay then, what did you want, princess?"

"Why is it your problem?"

He shrugs. "I was just wondering."

Or he's jealous.

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Edits done by geneyjohn

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