AN: WARNING! Did I get your attention? Good. I'm just going to give you a heads up that this chapter is going to be pretty... well, Teen rated, in terms of sexual content. So be prepared, and don't say I didn't warn you. ;) By the way, this is, infact, that last chapter of this little story.

"I feel like in idiot." Courtney hissed to Bridgette, crouched on a branch in tree at the very far edge of the park. The leaves were very thick, so the girls would be hard to spot.

Bridgette gave her friend a small smile, before putting a finger to his lips to tell her to be quiet.

"Lindsay! You're out!" The girls heard Duncan shout, and peeked through the leaves to see Lindsay's weak hiding spot behind a trash can.

Typical. Courtney thought with a snort, and was once again shushed by the Surfer Girl.

All they could do now was wait.

"These things are cold and ouchy!" Lindsay whined when the handcuffs were slapped on her wrists.

"Yeah, I'm aware." Duncan replied, smirking, while making sure they were on correctly. Once secure,a he gave her a light push on the shoulder to get her started back to the field. He kind of enjoyed being on the other end of the whole handcuffing situation, for once.

Once the blond bombshell took her leave, the Delinquent raked his eyes over the park, trying to capture any flicker of movement or color that was out of place in the quiet park.

A loud rumbling noise caught his attention, and quickly lead him to where Owen was partly hiding under a picnic table. Jeez, is this the best they can do?

Standing just next to the stone picnic table, Duncan whistled with his fingers and yelled a light, "Lunch is ready!"

"Lunch?!" Owen squeezed out from under the table, looking frantically from side to side, but was disappointed when Duncan held up a pair of shiny silver cuffs.

"Sorry, Dude." Duncan grinned gesturing for the blond to spin around and put his hand behind his back.

As the day progressed, and Bridgette and Courtney still hadn't been caught, and both young ladies almost wanted to be found, now.

"My legs are so asleep, I can't even feel them." Bridgette said, rubbing her legs to try and get the tingling to stop.

The brunette CIT nodded in agreement. "I know. I'm almost ready to just jump down and surrender." Almost.

A sudden strong gust of wind caused Bridgette to start wobble on her skinny branch. "Whoa, whoa!" her arms begin to flail in a desperate attempt at staying vertical, and Courtney attempted to reach out to her friend, but it was too late.

With a shriek, the blond girl toppled right out of the tree, and Courtney gasped, giving up the game and jumping down from the tree. Too bad she hadn't realized Duncan was right underneath her before she landed on top of him in a painful heap.

Courtney just laid there for a minute, the wind completely knocked out of her, and hadn't realized she'd been straddling him till he said,

"Dammit, Babe. If you wanted to be on top, you could of just said something." He grinned, and Courtney's faced turned fifty different shades of red before she bolted upward to get off of him, but a sharp pain in her leg caused her to flop over once again.

"Court, are you okay?" Bridgette asked, rushing to the girl's side, and seeming alright herself, except for a couple of already purple bruises blooming on her legs and palms.

"She had a pretty soft landing." Duncan spoke up, getting up from the ground and rotating his arms and shaking his legs to make sure nothing was broken. Nothing was.

"Yeah, well, I think I my ankle is sprained." Courtney grumbled, attempting to move the already swelling ankle, and yelped when it shot a streak of pain up her leg.

"I know DJ brought a first aid kit just in case. I'll go grab it." Bridgette said and dashed off, leaving Courtney leaning up against the oak tree while balancing on one foot.

Duncan pursed his lips, then grinned slyly at Courtney. "Well, I found you, so spread em, toots."

She gaped at him in total disbelief. "You're kidding me."

He dangled the pair of handcuffs in front of her face. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, Princess. Your choice."

The mocha haired girl growled. "I hate you."

"No you don't."

He broke out into a bright grin, and clicked the handcuffs in place, hands behind her back. Then, without warning, he swooped her up in his arms and pretended to grunt as if she weighed three hundred pounds.

"Duncan!" She shouted, face flushing in chagrin, and he chuckled.

"Don't get your uptight panties in a twist. You really aren't heavy at all."

She scowled at him, but he just smirked back, and begin walking in the direction Bridgette had ran off to.

"Tell me where you're taking me." She demanded, obviously not seeing the connection. But even as she asked, his mind began to drift on what he would of liked to say.

"To my bedroom. Hell, maybe just even to the bathroom here at the park. I could set you on the counter, and-"

"Watch where you're going!" The Princess-like girl's shriek brought him out of his dirty fantasy and back to reality, where he was almost walking into a tree.

"Oops. My bad." He shrugged carelessly, then took a glance at her ankle. She fallowed his gaze when he asked, "How's it feeling?"

She sighed, and changed her tone, as if she were speaking to a five year old. "It feels exactly the same as it did two minutes ago. Painful."

"Well, I'll take you to Malibu and she'll have the first aid kit ready."

She simply nodded, body ridged with the uncomfortable feeling of Duncan holding her so intimately. One hand on the small of her back, and the other wrapped around her bare thighs.

I knew I shouldn't of worn short shorts today. She thought to herself, trying to ignore the warm feeling of his hands.

"Relax, Princess." He said softly, noticing her stiff form.

"Don't tell me what to do." She mumbled half-heartedly, and Duncan rolled his eyes in exasperation.

After Geoff had declared the game was over, -with Izzy being the victor, having hid inside a tree and apparently, in her words, had a "Nice long chat with a squirrel named Carl."- and Courtney got her ankle bandaged up, everyone began to head for home.

"Hey, D, how bout a game of football before we go?" Geoff offered, while Bridgette and Courtney were sitting in the grass just chatting leisurely.

"Sure thing." The teal eyed boy agreed, sneaking little glances at the injured girl every few minutes.

After the boy's game was over, Geoff walked up to his gal and stuck a hand out to her to help her up. "Well, we should probably get going, eh Bridge?"

"What about Court-"

"Duncan can take her home."


"Let's go."

Without the blond female even getting another word in, Geoff whisked her away, giving the Bad Boy a discreet thumbs up which he returned.

"Just go home, Duncan. I'll get my Mom to pick me up." Courtney snapped when he took a seat beside her.

"Someones a little more testy than usual." He replied casually, draping his arm around her shoulder. She would of punched him in the gut for the move, had she not been so cold. The sun had set an hour ago, and it was dark and chilly, now. Still, she couldn't let the action go without some punishment.

"Would you stop acting like I'm yours?" She barked, annoyed that he just scoffed and pulled her closer so their hips were touching.

"Princess," He said, tone suddenly serious. "You are mine. You just don't realize that yet."

Normally, she would of yelled at him, and maybe delivered a kick or two. But with her hurt ankle, and the intense look he was giving her, she felt the venom filled words she had been about to spit at him get lodged in her throat.

God, she was such a girl.

"I'm not..." She breathed out, obviously her wit, as well as her sanity, had been throw out the window.

"Do you know why I wanted to play hide-and-seek, Babe?" He asked suddenly, voice barely louder than hers now.

So it was Duncan that had suggested it to Geoff all along. Why am I not surprised?

"Because you're juvenile and childish?"

"Because," He brought one of his hands to the hem of her thin, cotton, shirt, and her eyes widened. "I was hoping I could get you alone."

Without warning, Bridgette's words from earlier that day, while the boys had been playing football, rang through her mind."Sometimes, you just gotta go with the flow, Court. Just don't fight it. Whatever happens, happens."

Courtney felt herself blush lightly. She doubted this is what Bridgette meant by not fighting it.

"I don't... I don't understand." She whispered, feeling embarrassed, and terribly uncomfortable. He could of bluntly said he wanted to fuck her, and it would of made her less squeamish. Had he just said that, she could of hit him, and called him a pervert, then been done with it. But he was waiting, giving her an opportunity to tell him no. He was being reasonable, and that scared her.

The game of hide-and-seek had suddenly turned more emotional than physical. She could hide, tell him no, and go home. Or, she could let him find her, sort of speak, and face the consequences of that decision later.

Face lowering to hover in front of hers, he stared in her eyes, trying to find her answer without her having to vocalize it.

Her lips stretched into a timid smile, and that was all the answer he needed.

Lips pressing to hers, his hand glided upward, inside her shirt. It left a trail of goosebumps as it rose. Finally, his fingers came to the hem of her bra, and she felt it slowly fall slack as his hand moved to her back and skillfully undid the clasps.

His swift movements sparked a thought inside the brunette females now foggy head. How long exactly has he wanted to do this?

Had Duncan heard her silent question, he could of answered without hesitation. "Since the first day of high school, two years ago."

She suddenly understand then why Geoff and Bridgette made out constantly. It had to be one of the best feelings in the world. A strange, desire filled moan left her mouth as his tongue slid across her lower lip, and with a new found coincidence, she opened her mouth and let him gain entrance.

He was careful with her though, gentle, and made sure not to squish her ankle when he moved to lean over top of her, her shirt discarded and her bra barely hanging loosely on her shoulders.

"Yo, D! I forgot my footba- ah!" Geoff shouted in surprise upon coming across the two, and Duncan quickly jumped off her, frantically scrubbing her cherry lip gloss from his lips.

The Delinquent grunted in anger and grabbed the football from the grass a foot away, and heaved it at Geoff who caught it effortlessly, then tipped his cowboy hat at the still breathless, couple.

"Carry on." He joked lightly, before quickly scurrying off.

"Damn, Geoff. That boy's getting his ass freaking kicked tomorrow." The teal eyed boy snarled out, then a look of disappointment crossed his face when he noticed Courtney clasping her bra back together and extending her hand toward her grey t-shirt.

"Hey," He went down to his knees to kneel beside her, grabbing her wrists before they reached her shirt. "I wasn't finished with you yet."

She rolled her gorgeous onyx eyes that looked even darker in the cloudy, moonless night, and pulled her wrists from his hands to smack him roughly on the shoulder. "Pervert."

Duncan's lips twitched, a smile slowly stretching across his face. Nothing had changed between them. Well, almost nothing. He now knew for sure that she had a B-cup bra size, and that her lips were extremely soft and smooth, even coated in lip gloss. And that was enough for him. For now, at least.

"So, Geoff and I were talking about starting up a new game of hide-and-seek next week-"

She quickly cut him off. "Never again, Duncan."

He chuckled darkly, dangling the handcuffs that had formally been around her wrists. "We could skip the hide-and-seek, and get straight to the good part."

She grabbed the handcuffs from him and chucked them as far as she could.

The Bad Boy laughed, and helped the girl put her shirt back on, before picking her up once again and began trucking back to her house just a couple blocks away.

Hide-and-seek had forever become his new favourite game.