"DEREK!" Casey jumped over the couch, passed the kitchen, and ran heading to Derek's room. Before she could step in, he slammed the door in her face. She pounded on the door furious,

"DEREK! Give it back!"

"Why you hiding it? Must be something good in here" he yelled back. He smirked and looked through her english book, the only purpose to copy off her homework. But he had something else in mind. There was a reason Casey didn't want him to have it. One, it was her notebook, and two, something good is in there. A good secret. He smirked looking through the notebook. He stared at the neat handwriting and the well organized charts. Discusting. he thought.

"Derek! Give it back now! C'mon, DEREK!!!!" But there was no answer. She leaned her back against the door, trying to think of a plan. But she was stumped. For the first time ever, she didn't have a plan.

Derek found the homeword page. He scrummaged around his drawer and found a pen and a tissue. Why the hell do I have that in my drawer? He asked himself. But he just shrugged and copied the homework on the piece of tissue. Then he went back to the notebook and smirked. Let's crack her little secret. He turned each page to find just neat notes. He rolled his eyes, and when he was about to quit, he found a pink post-it mark. He took it and turned to that page. He smirked, "Jackpot"

Casey paced and paced in front of Derek's room. The door open, and she flung around and grabbed his shirt,

"Give. Me. Back. My. Book." she said gripping on his shirt. He put his hands out,

"I just copied the homework, don't get your head tied up in a knot. Though, that won't be the first time"

"Where is it?"

"Right here, calm down" He gave her the book cooly, and shrugged her grip off. She looked through the book to find everything in place. She looked at him in desbelief,

"No marks. No pen marks. No stains. No nothing. You really just copied my homeword, didn't you?"

He grabbed his leather jacket and threw it over his shoulder, "Duh. I don't have time to look at your girlish handwriting" He started walking down the hallway, then he turned around and looked at her, "Now, if you don't mind, I have my own buisness to tend to"

Casey rolled her eyes, "Since when do you have 'buisness'? What are you gonna do. Throw spit bombs at Ed?"

"Nah. Hang out with friends, eat pizza, go to the arcade...and tell everyone how in love you are with Zach"

Casey's mouth dropped open, her heart pounded against her chest. She gripped tighter on the book. Anger was thrusted on her, and she was really pissed off. She was worried too. The whole school will know that she's all ga-ga for Zach Staple (Hey, the stampler was right next to me, and that was the only option for a last name).

Derek turned around and smirked. She's gonna blow in 3...2...1...

"DEREK!"

She charged right at him and he ran. He sat on the railing of the stairs and slid down. He grabbed the cookie from his dad's hand.

"Hey, I was going to eat that" said George with his newspaper in his hands.

"Sorry dad, gotta run, literally. Bye Nora, see ya Ed!"

"DEREK! GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!!"

"Ha, gotta run" He ran outside, and went in the back of his friend's car. Matt, his friend, looked at him,

"I'm guessing she's mad" he said looking at Casey. She was screaming at him. Derek rolled his eyes,

"Oh yeah, step on it"

"You got it buddy" Matt stepped on the gas petal, and they headed over to Genos Pizza.

Casey paced and paced, "Dammit, I have to do something. And do something quick...he can't tell anyone. I will be scarred for the rest of my life. Oh maaaaaan" She sat down on the couch and rubbed her forehead. Lizzie came by and sat next to her,

"What's wrong" she asked.

"Derek is sooo annoying, and it's pissing me off"

"What's so new about that?"

"He figured out who I like and he's gonna spread it through the whole entire school and I can't do anything about it!"

"Ooo, you're screwed"

Casey darted her eyes to Lizzie,

"Uh, I-I mean, I'm sure Derek wouldn't say anything. He is annoying, but he isn't cruel"

Casey jumped up so quickly it startled Lizzie, "Yes he is! He's an annoying, stupid, airhead, slimball! He will tell everyone! And everyone will know! And then Zach won't ever talk to me EVER again! I don't know what to do"

Lizzie shrugged, "Why don't you just tell him not to tell anyone?"

Casey rolled her eyes, "He wouldn't listen to me! He would just laugh at my face and never make me forget it. I am doomed" She collapsed on the couch next to Lizzie. Then her face brightened up,

"I know, I could just ask him not to tell anyone!"

Lizzie facepalmed, "Oh, yeah, great idea Case, I wish I thought of that" she said sarcastically.

"Oh, sorry Liz, I guess I wasn't listening. Thanks, love you!" And she ran upstairs all happy. Lizzie slouched on the chair,

"This will be intresting"

"Alright, see you guys later!" Derek waved at his friends and took out his house key and went inside.

"Oh Derek, you want some cookies?" Casey was all smiley and had a tray full of cookies. He cocked an eyebrow,

"Um, Case, you okay?"

"Of course I am. Now, you want some cookies? I made them for my most favorite step brother"

Derek rolled his eyes, and threw his jacket on the coat racket, "I know you better than that Case, you want me not to tell everyone your love fest for Zach, am I right?"

"U-uh, of course not. Can't I make cookies for you with the only reason is because I want to?"

"You? No, I know you better, what do you want?" He collapsed on the lazy boy and started flipping channels.

"Can you please, please, please not tell anyone I like Zach, please"

"Sure"

"Really?" she asked.

He laughed, "No"

"C'mon Derek, I'll do anything"

He looked at her and smirked, "Anything?"

"Yeah, anything"

"Okay, I want you to do my homework"

"Okay, that's easy"

Derek smirked, "For the rest of the quarter"

"WHAT?!"

"You heard me"

"B-but, but-"

"Maybe I should call Sam, Eric, Brian-"

"Okay, okay, fine, you got yourself a deal"

"Good, now if you will excuse me, I have some buisness to attend to"

"What buisness?"

"The most important, sleep"

Casey rolled her eyes, "Guys"