"Hide-and-seek?" Courtney asked incredulously, hand on her hip, eyebrow raised in disbelief.

"Yeah. Geoff wants to get a whole group of people for a big game." Bridgette replied, smiling at her best friend and neighbour.

"The amount of child-like wonder your boyfriend has, never ceases to amaze me." The brunette said, shaking her head.

The Surfer Chick laughed. "Well, come on. We gotta meet the other down at the park in ten minutes."

The Mocha skinned girl heaved a sigh, and reluctantly went along with the blond girl.


"Alright, so. Dudes, who's gonna be it?" Geoff asked the group of teenagers that were scattered around the large green field in the middle of the quiet park.

Everyone looked around at each other, till a certain punk shrugged and stepped forward, making Courtney frown. No one had told her he would be there. But, Courtney could already hear Bridgette's response, had she said that aloud. "He's Geoff's best friend, Court. Of course he'd be here. Actually, I bet he was the one that suggested this game in the first place."

"Guess I'll be it." Duncan said, fist pumping the sixteen year old blond boy, who grinned in return.

"Excellent! Now, does everyone know the rules?" He questioned, taking a small glance at Lindsay, who seemed to be oblivious to the world, staring up at the fluffy clouds in the sky, trying to see what Beth meant when she said she saw a bunny cloud.

"You're kidding, right?" Gwen replied, unsure why she'd even agreed when Geoff had asked her to join in what he deemed his, "Fucking radical, and extremely awesome," game of hide-and-seek.

Duncan rolled his eyes, pushing the party boy out of his spotlight, then cleared his throat and shouted, "Alright! Everyone, listen up!"

That sure got everyone's attention. Even Lindsay focused on the teal eyed boy, now. But Courtney just ignored the yelling Delinquent and scanned the group of kids gathered around her. Did Geoff invite the whole, freaking school?

"Here's how it's gonna work," Duncan said, a sharp, spear-like, pointed stick in his hand. He smacked the base of the stick against his other hand and grinned like an army Sargent commanding his troops. He's as much of a child as Geoff! Courtney thought, nose wrinkling up in distaste as he began explaining the rules of the game.

"I'm going to be it, you all have ten minutes to hide, and it has to be outside and in the park. Everyone understand?" He asked and got nods from the crowd of kids.

"What happens after we're found?" Izzy asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet in anticipation. She loved a good game of hide-and-seek.

Duncan pointed his sharp stick at her, nodding his head in approval at her question. "Once you are found, you will come back here and just relax till everyone's here."

"So, if this is just a regular game of hide-and-seek, what's so extreme about it?" Owen asked, trying to hold back his red-headed girlfriend who was anxiously awaiting Duncan to say go.

Duncan smirked at the chubby boy, and Courtney got a sinking feeling inside her stomach. She should of left the moment she saw that smirk. Should have, and did, however, are two very different things.

"Deej, the box." Duncan requested, jabbing his stick into the ground and holding out his arms for the cardboard box DJ placed in his friend's arms.

Digging into the box, the skull shirted boy pull out a pair of handcuffs. "Whoever I find, gets handcuffed, and sent back here."

A murmur of interest went around the group, but a certain CIT had had enough of the boy's childish antics. "Would you just get this damn game started with, already?" She barked, hands on her hips.

Duncan's lip twitched, hinting a smile. "Impatient, are we? Fine, Princess." Putting his fingers to his lips, he made a high pitched whistling sound that made Courtney wince. "Let the game begin!"

And just like that, everyone scattered in all different directions. Courtney, though, remained rooted to her spot, glaring icily at the boy, who just sent her a lopsided grin.

"Better get a move on, Sweetheart." He tapped her scowling pink lips with his index finger, and she jumped backward, making a disgusted noise in the back of her throat, before stomping off.

Handcuffing her should be a nice change. Duncan smirked, watching her ass as she jogged down the hill. I could think of a few locations I'd like to handcuff her to. Like my bed.

Chuckling at the naughty image he'd just created in his mind, he leaned against the oak tree behind him, waiting for the watch he was wearing to go off, signalling ten minutes was up.

This would be fun.


AN: It's funny, the things you can come up with at 4:30 in the morning when you can't sleep. Okay, so this is just going to be a very small multi-chapter story. Maybe two or three chapters long. And don't worry, I plan on updating Her Mask and I'm Not Jealous very shortly.