This is technically a repost. This one-shot was deleted about a year ago off the site and I have just recently got to putting it back up, instead inside this story. I genuinely liked this story and I decided to add a little bit more to it as well as fix a few things before posting it to this story. Since it was a marginally old one-shot from 2010, you probably never even read it!

Please enjoy!

-Call Me-

Because then –holy shit- she was kissing me.

Make what you want of it, but I can confirm that there is nothing quite as addicting as a girl who says no.

Maybe it's the way that her lips pursed, or the way she spat her words at me and gave me glares that held a threat but weren't all that scary. There were reasons that people found Courtney attractive, and the number one reason was the reason for everything- because, sometimes, she could be a total bitch.

Yeah, that's right- guys like a girl who won't give into them. Why do you think I put up with her? If I wasn't up for a good challenge, I would have left her alone already and gone for that one girl who keeps giving me air kisses during health class.

Not to say that I gave up on other girls completely: that's why I was in this situation right now. "Duncan motherfucking Montgomery!" Jess was very pretty and very good in bed, which was why I had actually felt a bit bad about not calling her back a month ago. Maybe then I wouldn't be running down the darkening street, trying to get away from a girl who was only 5'4. But that was the problem with me- I loved women, but calling them back and picking up missed calls… not so much.

I just don't like calling girls back. After the sex, they don't mean much. I don't really want to talk to them anymore. Calling someone is so... not me.

It wasn't as though I set out to be a player. It just kind of happened, and it's not like I was always trying to get girls in bed with me! They would always ask me out, and I would be nice, and I would say yes, and then they'd be all, 'Why don't we go back to my place?' And then we would go to 'their place' and they would push me up against the bed, and at that point there didn't seem to be much room for argument, not that I wanted to. I don't go out seeking sex.

Sex comes to me. It finds me. And it calls me to it. And who am I to avoid a call?

Oh, WAIT.

"Why didn't you ever call me back?" Jess has light green eyes and wears a lot of purple. She twirls her brown hair in her fingers a lot. Right now, she's giving me a death glare and has tears running down her face. "I didn't believe what everyone told me- I thought you were special!"

See? Same thing, over and over! They all say the same thing, but each time the immense amount of guilt feels new and fresh and cuts me all the same. "I'm sorry." I know I'm supposed to be like those guys in the movies who give some big speech about how much better she is than me, about how she deserves so much better than me, but the words get all tangled up behind my lower lip and she just starts sobbing, nods and walks back down the street.

And this is the part that no one ever knows about, you see? They all see me as that guy, the one who makes your daughter cry and who would fuck anything with two legs, and they don't see this guy, this one right here, the one who is holding his head in his hands because this is life. This is all life is for me, and it hurts because I'm not completely heartless. I do have a soul.

But it doesn't really matter, because I'm that guy. The guy no one wants to be with forever.

That's why I like Courtney. That's why. She came into school one day looking like a freaking goddess and I even gave her the wink, and she did nothing. As I said before, I don't seek sex and I don't seek girls. They just come to me. So this was quite a surprise.

I was sure that she probably just hadn't seen my small hints, but I was wrong. When I slid into the seat next to her during study hall, she immediately growled and pushed me away.

Nothing has ever annoyed me more. I never really talked to Courtney, but let's face it, she's attractive. But as the hour dragged on, she was making me lose my control on things. For the first time in I don't know how long, I had to actually start a conversation with a girl. Most girls jump into a talk with me, but Courtney just kind of sat there, throwing me looks that asked when exactly I was planning on going away.

"So… Wassup?" She rolled her eyes, burying her head deeper into her book.

She was ignoring me?

What?

I cleared my throat. "Hello?"

She snapped the book shut, picking up her bag. "Goodbye, ogre." She flashed me a fake smile that quickly turned into a grimace, walking out of the library with quick feet and loud steps.

This is why I say it- she's a total bitch. Those were the first words she ever spoke to me. Ever. Her first words were a rude farewell. But I couldn't help but smile to myself, because she was just a peach, wasn't she?

It's hard to leave her alone, like, really hard. She stays to herself most of the time, because everyone else knows she's a bitch and that seems perfectly OK with her. But I know that feeling- I only have a few friends too, if only because no really wants to approach me with their girlfriend or because I've done it with their girlfriend…

I couldn't help but sigh a dreamy sigh, because I thought about it more and more and I realized how much she was just like me. Gosh. She was hot. She was a smart ass. And no one really liked her all that much (excluding looks, of course).

Just like me.

Never in my life had I wanted something more than her. I fought for her, oh hell yeah, I fought for her, even if she never asked for it, even if she didn't deserve it. I didn't even do it with that many girls at the time. Actually, the weekly number kept going down and down until it was once a month, to once every three months, to never. I had quit playing with girls. Maybe I was turning into a good guy, or maybe I was just too busy trying to catch Courtney.

One thing she always called me was a whore. She knew who I was- once she had even made me flinch when she called me, 'That guy'. Yeah, it hurt. A lot. But that's why I kept fighting with her- I had to convince her that wasn't me. I was Duncan. Not 'that guy'.

She hated me. It was obvious. I knew it, she knew it, everyone knew it- she was never a girl to keep her feelings bottled up, and she often felt the need to make her opinions public. She was smart- it did help in scaring me off the first few times, but now, even those efforts couldn't scare me away. Chasing her was fun, and it kept me busying, kept me in my place, but most of all, it kept me happy.

If there was one thing she could always make me feel, it was happy.

No matter how many insults she tried to throw at me, it wasn't like Jess, or Chloe, or Alison, or Hannah, or Samantha, or all those other girls. She wasn't sweet, nope, not at all, but she was lovely. Everything about her made me want to just look at her forever and get lost in her. I would never touch her if she would just let me stare at her forever. Those times when she was biting her pencil in thought or applying chap stick or even just tying her shoe, every time she did something, anything, I just wanted to freeze the moment and stay there forever.

And I didn't care how cheesy I was. I told all my pals and even my Ma (I know, my Ma, how crazy of me, right?) that she was a great thing. She was it. She was the one for me. My pals had laughed and my mom had rolled her eyes, but that was the way I wanted it. Let them believe that I was lying- they would probably be scared if they figured out just how truthful I really was.

Courtney made efforts to ignore me, but the day I caught her sneaking a glance at me was the day I mentally exploded. My whole mind melted because I could see it in her eyes, it was great, because even though all the others times I had seen that look, it didn't mean much, this meant the world. This meant that I wasn't just trying and getting nowhere.

It was the look I got all the time. The one that said, 'I like you Duncan.' And it made my blood boil. It was winter time now. But I walked home feeling hot and bothered the whole time.

Again, I was used to things coming to me, but it seemed that Courtney had her pride. She wouldn't stoop that low. She actually didn't mind me hanging around her as much, but I was already in so deep that it didn't really matter anymore. I wanted her and that was basically the end of it.

The guilt for all the other girls was really eased by her. I don't know why, but it was like all of them led me to this, and that was how all the harsh feelings just melted away. With her, I didn't miss anybody, I didn't think about anyone else but her. Because I just wanted her.

But she wasn't just going to come to me. So I decided to ask her. "Wanna go out?" I asked during biology. She shot me an odd look, and I saw the edge of her mouth twitch, like she was trying to hold back a smile.

"No."

And like I said, there is nothing more thrilling than when they say no.

But I'd be lying if I said it didn't break my heart. I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't walk out of school that day and look at all the girls longingly and remembered how much out of my natural habitat that I was. It didn't seem worth it. At least before, I was getting some love, at least for a little while, but now… I wasn't finding anything. No one cared. I had been trying too hard.

I was so close to giving up, and then she walked out of the building and stood beside me and took a deep breath. Her brown hair sheltered her face and she pulled her coat to her tighter as the snow fell around us. And then she grabbed my jacket and I felt my eyes pop open.

Because then –holy shit- she was kissing me.

Courtney was kissing me and she had her arms around my neck and I was kissing right back. Her nose brushed against mine, and I purred into her lips. Because this was something I had been thinking of for a while. And it was better than I could imagine. When she pressed her lips to mine and bit my lip forcefully, I felt my whole chest swell up and I just wanted to freaking cry because I was so happy. I've never been that happy in my whole life. We pulled away from each other but I kept her pressed to me, kept her body against mine because I'd never felt this warm.

And yeah, I was convinced that I had to be just a little bit in love with her. Because normal kisses don't feel that good. Normal anything doesn't feel that good.

She smiled a little and I found the words to speak. "So can we go on that date?"

Shrugging, she bit her lip, blushing a little. "I don't know."

OK, I take back what I said- there is one thing more addicting than the girl who says no. It's the girl who pretends to hate you but then kisses you and makes your brain turn to mush that I'm really starting to crave.

After an awkward moment, she coughed and stepped out of my embrace. As she started to turn around though it came out as though on impulse. "Can I have your number?"

She turned and gave me a tiny grin. "Why?"

I shrugged. "I wanna call you later."

And I really meant it. As she wrote the number on my hand and walked down the street, her face burning red the whole time, calling someone didn't seem so scary anymore. I sighed as she turned back to face me, giving me a smirk.

I was never gonna miss another call again.

-fin-