So, Prom Night isn't really working right now. I don't know if it's because a big day is coming up for me, or if it's because nothing is running through my head. But since I can't really think, I've decided to try a Rear Window/Disturbia on Derek. Just to see what he would do. So I hope you enjou this one!


As they were walking to the front door, they heard it, fighting and screaming. She looked at the boy she came home with everyday and he looked back at her. He saw her sad broken eyes and he knew she saw his. He seriously considered just running away and taking her along with him but then he had to think of his siblings too. All five of them couldn't very well run away together.

They heard glass breaking, more screaming that seemed to be louder and the front door was thrown open and his father stormed out. He glanced at the two teenagers, but said nothing, and continued to walk away. He said nothing to his father; he simply grabbed her hand and led her into the house.

It was quiet when they walked in, they heard nothing. They saw no one, he simply continued to lead her to his room.

And it continued on like that until their parents split.

His dad started working more, started ignoring his children, and became hostile. It made him feel unwanted. And he knew her mom was the same.

She moved to a completely different neighborhood but still attended the same school. They talked on the phone every night, they hung out with each other every day at school, and whenever they needed to get away from home, he was her get away car. And when they got away from it all, they just drove in silence. And there was also a time when he became extremely affectionate with her while both of them were laying in the back seat of his car. He never kissed her lips, he just kissed the side of her neck and he jaw line.

But then, when second semester of their sophomore year started, she stopped talking to him and cut off all contact with him. Everyday he would watch her walk past him at his locker, not even sharing a second glance, laughing with her friends. He shook his head and shut his locker.

"What'd you do to make her ignore you?" His friend asked.

"I have no idea," he sighed out, "one minute we were close and then next she avoids me like the plague."

"Well, we still up for band practice tonight at your place?" His friend asked him.

"I think it'd be a better idea to have it at your place. My dad…"

His friend nodded and they went to class.

He had a class with her. His seat was right behind her. And every day when he walked into the room, she was always yakking it up with some girl who sat next to her. Sometimes she would look at him if was lucky but this time, she didn't even acknowledge his existence. He did however hear them snicker about him when he sat down. He rolled his eyes and did nothing when the teacher started class.

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One year later…

His clothes became darker, his attitude became ruder, his work ethic stayed the same, and his voice, speaking terms, were to a minimum. He only spoke to Sam, Ralph, Edwin and Marti.

He walked past his ex step sisters/ex best friend's locker and for the first time in a year, he felt her looking at him.

Casey.

She hadn't spoken to him in a year. She saw how his appearance changed and it shocked her. From his regular blue jeans and his leather jacket to a pair or jeans with ripped knees he wore all the time and his leather jacket. And his skate shoes turned into worn out Chuck Taylor's. My, had he changed.

She watched him go to his locker and open the door. She saw something that surprised her since they weren't exactly friends. She saw a picture of the two of them. She remembered when he took that picture too. They were at the park that day, escaping from the hell the both of them had. She flinched when he slammed his locker shut and she watched him walk to class.

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Derek had his leg rested on the desk and he had his sun glasses on. When Casey walked in, it still took his breath away. He could tell that she had continued her dancing because she was thinner than the last time. But she looked amazing to him. He saw her glance at him before she sat down. He put his head phones in when class started, completely ignoring the teacher.

Derek saw Sam up in front of the class, doing some kind of presentation that he 'forgot' to do and he slumped back in his seat. And soon, the teacher was standing in front of him, waiting for him to look. When Derek did, he sighed, paused his iPod and took out his ear buds.

"You have your presentation ready Mr. Venturi?" His teacher asked.

"Does it look like I have it ready?"

His teacher sighed and shook his head.

"Doesn't your father tell you to do your work?" He asked Derek. He didn't answer, "Is it maybe because, someone doesn't care?"

Sam looked away from his friend when he saw Derek look up at his teacher. He took his glasses off and glared at his teacher.

"Does daddy care?" His teacher asked again.

Derek said nothing. He stood up and gave his teacher a clean right hook. Sam rushed over to Derek and tried to pull him back. And he didn't remember what happened, but the next thing he knew, he was in front of a judge with his dad and his teacher had a black eye and a busted lip. And to Derek's surprise, his mother showed up too.

"Mr. Venturi, since you're still under eighteen, I've decided to put you under three months house arrest. And I know your parents are divorced so you can choose who you would like to stay with." The judge told him.

"My mom," Derek said, without any hesitation.

Derek didn't even glance at his father's shocked features on his face. And after hours of making sure he had everything, he got in his mom's car and went to her house for the summer.

He didn't recognize the neighborhood that his mother now lived in. It was nicer than his though and he sort of liked it.

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"Now, you have a five hundred foot radius. You step out of the boundaries; the boys in blue will come and see why you left. This thing is water proof, you can't mess with it with a screw driver or a butter knife or it will set off the alarm to the box letting us know."

Derek simply nodded as an older woman put the ankle bracelet on his ankle. He shook his leg, trying to rid the weird feeling it gave him.

"You'll get used to it." She said to him. And he watched her walk away to talk to his mother.

Derek sat there on the counter and looked at the cop that was with the older woman. He noticed the cop had the same last name as his teacher and he questioned it.

"Yeah, the teacher you popped, my baby brother." The cop said to him.

Derek looked away as the cop left and his mom came back in.

"So, you wanna tell me what's been going on?" Abby asked him.

"Nothing is going on." He sighed out.

"Why did you pick me over your father?"

"Because you actually care about what I do." Derek said to his mom. He grabbed her hand and sighed. "Dad is gone all the time; he doesn't really…care anymore. And thank god Edwin and Marti are spending the summer with grandma."

Abby nodded and pulled her son into a hug. After, she let him go about his business in his new home and when he went up to his new room to be lazy, he glanced out the window and saw someone who he never thought his mom would live next door to.