Alright, I've been pretty blocked for ideas that I could flesh out. There's only so many ways you can get to a Dasey ending, I think, and I don't generally like complete AU fics. This one is definitely OOC, but I thought it might be fun to see a different Casey, like VampWillow :) This chapter has lots of profanity, and this will probably deal with some mature subjects as Casey gets worse, so I'm rating it M. This is going to be kinda fast in terms of Casey's character (kinda like "Thirteen" which was like, Monday-bulimia, Tuesday-drugs, Wednesday-whore...), but it's what I have to do. BTW, though LWD is not mine, the song is - it's something I couldn't quite finish or put a tune to, but when I started this story, I thought it would be good to use. So please review and let me know what you think, constructive criticism welcome.
Chapter 1
Casey admired herself in the mirror. She had spent the whole day dressed as Babe Raider and couldn't believe the attention she got. From Sam, the boys in her class … from Derek. She had to admit, she looked pretty hot.
Maybe this isn't so bad. It's better than Klutzilla and Grub, she considered, turning around to check out her ass. And it does work on me… Casey thought about how frustrated she'd been lately, her feelings and ideas always taking a backseat to Derek "I always win" Venturi. What Derek wanted, Derek got. Maybe that was the way to go. Then maybe she'd get what she wanted… she cut off the thought before it entered her conscious.
She turned on the radio and enjoyed the movement of her body as she danced along to the angry, fitting music.
Somebody cut me off
today, they overcharged me at the store
Someone else got the
promotion, no second glance from the guy next door
I just bend over and
I take it, like I do every time
Nice guys finish
last, they tell me, I'm already falling behind
Need to make a
change if I'm gonna get through this alive
I'm sick of
getting stepped on by a soulless world
Tired of being Miss
Pushover, just a quiet little girl
Well, I'm not
shutting up this time, I got something to say
Better take a
picture, mark your calendar, find a souvenir of today
Because tomorrow…
I'm gonna be the
bitch in your parking spot
I'm gonna be the
princess who gets what she wants
I'm gonna be the
asshole who fucks up your plans
I'm gonna be the
whore who steals your man
Yeah, tomorrow I'm
gonna have a blast
Tomorrow I won't
give a damn
Tomorrow I'm gonna
be the bitch
Just because I can
This is it. No more Little Miss Perfect, she thought defiantly, staring purposefully at her reflection. From now on, there's a brand new Casey – new look, new attitude. And this Casey does whatever she wants, just because she can.
