Authors Note: Hi everyone. I would just like to start out by saying that this is a sequel to "Double Date at the Lake" that I published less than a week ago. This first chapter contains a few spoilers of what happened in my previous story so I would recommend reading that one first. I do seem fond of it so that is why I chose to continue and also I have a few people that seemed interested in reading more, even if it is only a handful. I don't want to disappoint by stopping. Thank you for taking your time to read my stories. I love reviews so please tell me what you think.

How had everything happened so quickly? A month ago he had been nothing

more than her annoying step-brother; someone she was forced to tolerate until she

went off to University a year and half from now. Since the day he had come into her

life, she kept a record of each day she was forced to spend with him. It sounded

pathetic but it felt like the only coping method she had at the time after arriving in

London. Reaching underneath her bed, she produced a thick journal that contained

an actual countdown until college.

Casey opened it to the first page that she hadn't bothered to look at in fifteen

months.

Day 1 out of 1,395

Today I moved from our apartment in Toronto away from all of my friends, my school, and even my father. And what for you might ask? A disfunctional family that only my mother could love. Suprisingly, Lizzie has taken well to the change but my tolerance is non existant at this point. I am forced into a 2x2 room with Lizzie, whom I love dearly, but sometimes a young women just needs her space.

It was hard enough when my parents got a divorce a few years back and we were seperated from Dad when he made the decision to become a big time lawyer in New York...something he has always wanted to pursue but was held back by having a wife and two kids. Now I will see him even less than I already do. Why would he come around his ex-wife's new family?

Which takes me around to 'thus said' family. George, Mom's new husband, is nice enough. He does have great hair and seems to love my mom which makes me happy because she's happy. Marti is the baby...literally a baby. She's only six years old and is about the the cutest child you have ever seen but doesn't know when to take a hint and get lost. Shes's also somewhat of a brat and I haven't failed to notice that George caters to her every whim when she throws a tantrum. Edwin is someone else I have to deal with. He is nosy and likes to dominate adult conversations, always pitching new ideas that (pardon my lack of grammer) sucks. But I have noticed that he and Lizzie seem to be getting along mildly having already picked out the games closet as a 'secret meeting place'. I wonder what they talk about in there?

And reluctantly I come to the reason I want to lock myself into the bathroom, slit my wrists, and die a slow agonizing death that would be more enjoyable than spending the next three-plus years stuck in the same residence with this pig that I speak of. Pardon my melodramatics but I honestly think I am not joking. A person that I (I wish to inform you, have never said about anyone in my entire life before) hate. Derek. Even hearing his name in my own head and writing it upon this peice of pink paper makes me want to reach in and pull my brains out until the memory of him is gone.

He started out by pranking me, having his friend Ralph, a sweet good natured guy that can surly find better friends to be around, pretend to be him just so he wouldn't have to show me around school. And the fact of the matter was, HE WAS STILL AROUND ME THE ENTIRE DAY. A complete lunatic if you ask me.

And sadly, later that evening when I found out what had truely happened, we tried to break up Mom and George. It was the first, and might I add, last time, Derek and I will ever scheme with one another. We were also the ones to fix it...for them that is. Derek and I decided that our differences would have to come together so our parent's could be happy. And when I think about how unfortunate I truely am, a part of me feels even more sorry for the five other people living in this residence.

Derek and I will never tolerate one another; never see eye to eye. He will always be a thorn in my side and someone I secretely want to plan the demise of. In all actuality, and this will not be repeated...we're too much alike. Our personalities clash and our competitive nature is good for no one.

I sit here twittling my thumbs, wondering if I should dare write what I am thinking... It may be the reason why I have rambled on for the past two pages, avoiding the one thing that I honestly want to get off my chest and put down in writing.

The way he looked at me today...It was the first time since I met him two months ago that I really noticed how attractive he is. I liked watching him run his fingers through that short sandy hair of his that was plastered to his forhead from being sweaty. He looked at me like he knows I think he's hot. His smirk, that smirk that I have come to know all to well in a short amount of time, had been all telling. He scanned my body in response from head to toe, silently daring me to do the same to him, which I did not. I rolled my eyes and continued working like nothing had happened. And now, I know we'll argue even more than we already do just to keep what happened in the far recesses of our sick minds and from everyone else finding out, that I Casey Maria McDonald am not as immune to Derek Venturi's charms as I let on to be and that I, as Derek likes to put it, am not as 'gross' as he tells everyone I am.

It's the first time I really feel weak in this whole experience. I can never let him get the upper hand on me.

XOXO

Casey

Casey put down the heavy diary and sighed at what she had written. There were

many things she had forgotten but not her reminiscence on how she felt about Derek.

Perhaps they would always have a love-hate relationship they have come to rely on

even if things had recently changed between them for the better.

The lake had been an amazing moment with the exception of him having sex with

Kendra and her near rape that had caused a bruised face and Derek's swollen

knuckles. But the ending at the motel had been monumental.

Casey was in love with her step-brother and they still havn't told anyone, afraid of

what other's might think. Everyone would say it was incest even though they never

truely felt related. But for now, it was their little secret. A secret that felt forbidden

but heaven all at the same time.

She leaped off of her bed with a content smile on her face and reached in to her high

dresser to retrieve a pair on underwear and a bra before she headed into the

bathroom to take a shower. Her brow furrowed when she realized so many were

tangled. After a few seconds of searching through the normally neat pile, she

realized that every peice of lingerie she owned was tied together and her favorite pair

had been cut out in the crotch, a note stapled (yes stapled) to it.

Hey Spacey,

Since you ware this so much, figured I would benifit myself by making my own design out of it. Put it on and come to me. Love ya

Casey cringed for a second at his lack of spelling and grammer, even if he was trying

to be romanctic in that Derek way of his. And then it really hit her on what he had

done.

"DE-REK!"