I Hate You; Right?
Prologue

I know this is starting to sound old, but its all Derek's fault, totally and completely his fault.

And I'm really being honest this time.

I mean sure, last week's spaghetti sauce spill was technically my fault, but it wouldn't have been if he hadn't walked in the room with Sam in tow. I mean seriously! Doesn't he know how huge Sam's affect on me is?

So, instead of being cool and collected like I wanted to be, I ended up splashing George's notes for his next case. I can feel you wincing, and that's exactly what I did.

And I blamed it all on Derek. Ha; the joys of having a step-brother who's always getting in trouble. George didn't even ask me. Just immediately yelled at Derek.

Serves him right.

Anyways, what was I talking about?

Oh yes. My current predicament.

Well, it kind of ties in with the spaghetti incident. Derek and Sam had just come into the kitchen to grab a few bottles of water before they went to play some street hockey outside. It didn't seem like the perfect time to go, since clouds had started rolling in and it looked like there'd be a big storm. And so I told Derek that.

But did he listen to me?

Not a chance.

So, him and Sam played outside, and kept on playing when a light rain started, and continued playing when it started raining cats and dogs.

I bet Derek did it just to spite me. And he let poor, defenseless Sam to freeze out there with him.

If I had been outside wiping a hockey puck at Emily during the storm, I would have gotten yelled at. But oh no, not Derek. He made this lame-o excuse about that playing in the rain just helped them get ready for next year's hockey season.

As if.

So he got off the hook, and ended up with a cold.

Ha! Serve's him right.

But, he should be happy that he got off the hook and got to miss school! He should have been basking in his glory about beating the system. Not plotting how to ruin my life.

Well, I guess he wasn't exactly plotting how to ruin my entire life, just mess up my chances of winning the award for being at school every day. Yeah. It has a fancier title, but I'm too angry to remember.

I do not deserve this! I didn't do anything! I warned him before he went out. And what do I get? A thank you? Psh. No way! I get a cold.

Yes. I caught his cold.

I should have never brought him that soup.

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I smiled at my accomplishment. I had given Casey a cold.

Woot.

But I seriously should have waited to sneeze on her right before I was over mycold, so I wouldn't have to spend a whole week with her.

But it had been the perfect moment!

It was the day Sam and I had played hockey outside in the rain when it happened.

And let me tell you, playing hockey in the rain best time ever! Not only did I get to play the game I love, I got to play it with my best friend, get Casey mad, get away with it and miss school.

Score.

And I'm dragging it out. Too bad my sweet vacation's coming to an end. Casey complained to Nora that I was feeling better, and now Nora's taking me to the doctor next week to see if Casey's right.

Ruin my plan!

Grr.

But I still got her sick. Ha! It was amazing.

But, back to how I made her sick.

It's genius I tell you. Genius!

So, the whole family was eating dinner downstairs. I had barely eaten anything all day, because I followed the number one rule on days off. Sleep. So, maybe I slept a little too long, but it was worth it mind you, and when I woke up Marti was bouncing up and down on my bed. So instead of running downstairs grabbing food and bringing it all back upstairs before everyone came home, I couldn't.

And I was planning on going downstairs to eat with the family, but Dad had taken the cooking job that night. And let me tell you, I saw him cooking chili before. He had the cook book and everything. It had looked like he was doing a good job, until he dropped the book in the pot. Normally I wouldn't have minded much, but it's just that I had to dig the book out of one of the boxes and it was dirty! Lets just say I had to 'finish my homework' that night.

But, anyways! Instead of wondering what he had done with the supper this time, I just told Marti to tell them I wasn't feeling well. Let them worry. Woo. I had planned to get the special treatment, guilt Dad into bringing the T.V. But I didn't get it. I got something better.

I got Casey sick.

Wait. I told you that already, eh?

Yeah, I did. I have to explain that sometime soon.

Hmmm...

You know what?

It would me much easier if you were there yourself.

So, how 'bout we go back when it started? Let's go back to the beginning, when Casey had to point out that it was going to rain.

Jeeze.

If she's blaming me for her cold, I blame her for mine.

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So, what do you think? It's my first Life With Derek story. I don't know how good it is though. I don't know if I'm going to keep both of their thoughts in each chapter. Maybe alternate? Or I'll pick one I like the best? I dunno. When I first thought of this story, it wasn't supposed to be like this. I had a whole other way of going. But I guess I like this way. And I just changed it at the last second. But I think the changes were good. : ) Anyways, please review! I'd love to see your thoughts on the story. And I'll get the next one out soon. Thanks. : )