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Disclaimer: I don't own Greek or any of the characters...yada yada you get the point

A/N: This story starts during A Tale of Two Parties right after Casey takes Betsy away from Ryan Prince. Casey never gets to kiss Ryan so in this story he will be a good kisser! R&R and please don't hesitate to throw ideas my way. I'm not entirely sure where I want the story to go...only that it will eventually be a C/C ending. Enjoy 3

Chapter 1.

Casey pushed a wobbly Betsey ahead of her, carefully weaving her in and out of the little groups of Greeks clustered together. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and she frowned as she thought of why she wasn't. Rebecca.

Rebecca had undermined her authority yet again, actually leaving the house when she was supposed to be the sober sister. Casey already knew where Rebecca wasn't and she also had a pretty good idea of where Rebecca was.

Soft laughter jolted Casey from her thoughts, bringing her back to the Omega Chi party. She turned her head to the side to see Calvin and Michael, Ashley's French T.A., standing in a dark corner near the stairs. They were completely absorbed into each other, their smiles goofy and wide. They didn't even notice Casey and her drunken sister, who had stopped to throw herself at a Lambda Sig pledge, standing near by. At least someone's having some luck tonight, Casey thought sourly. She tried to pull Betsey away from the guy she was slobbering on but stopped as she caught a bit of Calvin and Michael's conversation.

"Wait, so Evan made you keep guys away from his ex?" Michael chuckled. "Seems desperate."

Calvin nodded, also laughing.

"You don't know the half of it," he said. "Evan's a good guy but he doesn't always go about things in the best way. Get this, he actually paid a guy a thousand dollars to stand the girl up."

Casey stilled and her breath came in short quick gulps as she watched Michael bring his hand up to Calvin's face. She saw him say something but she suddenly couldn't hear him past the furious beating of her own heart.

Something crashed to the floor beside Casey, startling her. She quickly looked down to see Betsey on the floor laughing. Casey realized she must have accidentally let of go the inebriated sorority girl. After picking the girl up from the floor Casey looked over her shoulder and found Calvin staring at her, his face ashen and his brow furrowed in worry. Michael chatted happily unaware that Evan's ex girlfriend had just overheard their conversation.

Casey spotted Rebecca and pushed her thoughts about the overheard conversation to the back of her mind. She had more pressing things to worry about.

"Rebecca," Casey said stiffly.

"Casey," Rebecca said with a little too much delight present in her voice. "I didn't think you would make it."

"Here, this is yours," Casey said, shoving Betsey at Rebecca. Instantly she was back in Casey's arms as Rebecca shoved her back.

"I didn't order this."

"You're the sober sister so she's yours. Now take her back to the house." Casey said shoving Betsey again.

"I can't as I'm not entirely sober myself," Rebecca said, defiantly pushing Betsey back like she was a hot potato.

Casey opened her mouth to tell Rebecca off when Cappie stepped up next to them.

"Casey, I knew you couldn't stay away." He said, his smile reaching all the way up to his eyes.

She looked at him momentarily, wondering if he was talking about the party or him. The gleam in his eyes made her decide that she really didn't want to know.

"Cappie, will you please tell your girlfriend to grow up and start acting responsible," she said turning her eyes back to Rebecca.

"Ahh Casey. This isn't about you and me," he said mocking her earlier statement. "This is about your problem with Rebecca so don't put me in the middle."

Casey was about to retort when Betsey doubled over and vomited on the floor in the middle of the KT living room. Casey glanced at Rebecca and sighed. The girl had a disgusted look on her face and Casey knew that she was going to have to take Betsey home herself. She might as well, she thought, bummed about having to blow Ryan off. But then again, Evan had probably already ended her date anyway.

Rebecca stood stiffly watching Casey push Betsey towards the bathroom. Cappie joked around with one of his pledges, telling them that he needed a clean up in aisle three. As Casey disappeared from view, Rebecca turned her gaze on Cappie.

"Cappie!" She whined, annoyed that he hadn't notice that she was waiting for his attention.

"Yes, dear?" He said, his eyebrows rose in mock obedience.

"I want you to start defending me to Casey. She made me the sober sister just to keep me from being with you and you know it!"

Cappie actually didn't think that at all. He knew, rather, that it was to keep ZBZ ties with Omega Chi strong. Ah, politics of the Greek system.

"Rebecca," he sighed. "When it comes to you and Casey…"

"Your Switzerland, I know." Rebecca said curtly, cutting him off. Frustration furrowed her brow as she struggled to make him fill her need to be more important in his life than Casey.

"Lets say that both Casey and I were drowning," she said, keeping her voice clear of anger. "Who would you save first?"

Cappie paused before a smile dawned his lips. Rebecca's shoulders eased as she let out a breath. He was going to say her.

"Neither," he shrugged. "I can't swim."

Rebecca's mouth dropped as she went to retort but he cut her off.

"Lets just go enjoy the party," Cappie suggested, putting his arm around her shoulders, his usual casual ease flowing into her where he touched her. "We've got plenty of booze now and our guests should be arriving shortly."

"Fine," she whispered, succumbing to him as he gently pulled her towards the back of the house.

Casey stared miserably into her beer as she sat at table with Ashleigh in Dobbler's. The noise was at an all time high as the din floated over the tables. Last night she had put Betsey to bed then laid in own her bed as Ashleigh scratched her scalp gently, telling her that she shouldn't let Evan get to her, that his manipulative ass wasn't worth crying over. She had felt strong this morning, ready to tell him off the first chance she got. But being completely ignored by Ryan Prince tonight made her upset all over again.

"Casey, why don't you just go talk to him?" Ashleigh said as she eyed Ryan over Casey's shoulder.

Casey looked up into her friend's face and shook her head.

"Evan's probably already done something. I'm not going to be humiliated again."

Ashleigh nodded but then stiffened as she stared at the door. Following her gaze, Casey's eyes narrowed in anger as Evan walked into the bar, a couple of his brothers flanking his sides.

Casey's eyes dropped as he looked around the bar. She wanted to have a word with him but she didn't want to do it here. She knew that if she attempted to talk to him she was going to explode and she definitely didn't want any witnesses.

"Hey," Evan's rich voice said as he stopped next to her. Apparently she hadn't dropped her gaze fast enough.

Casey nodded, barely acknowledging his presence as she sipped from her almost full glass of beer. Ashleigh, sensing a potentially tense situation brewing, eased out of her chair and headed to the bar for a refill.

"I was, uh, wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner," Evan said hesitantly. "I've got something for you that I think you're really going to love." He was holding up a large manila envelope.

Casey's eyebrows raised in response, curiosity getting the better of her.

"It involves Harvard Law School and a certain admissions rep that happens to be in Cypress," he said proudly.

Casey seethed, another way for him to manipulate her; Harvard Law was the school he was going to go to! She opened her mouth to tell him that they definitely needed to go somewhere more private but a loud go to hell came out instead.

"Excuse me?" Evan said, shock and confusion written on his face, as the din in the bar lowered a considerable amount.

Crap, she thought. Now there is going to be a scene!

"Did you pay Shane a thousand dollars to stay away from me?" She spat.

Evan's eyes went wide and he took a step back. "I…I.."

"Did you ask one of your pledges to keep guys away from me last night?"

"Casey…" Evan said trying to soothe her.

"Did you?" Casey snapped, standing up.

"Yes, okay?" He said through gritted teeth. "Can we go somewhere and talk?"

The bar was completely silent and Casey slid her gaze away from Evan. Her eyes darted around, noting that everyone was watching her.

Casey wanted to leave, she really did, but all these emotions were welling up, causing her eyes to water and the back of her throat to burn. She couldn't regain control of herself and that just ticked her off more.

"It wasn't enough for you to humiliate me. You had to hurt me too?" Tears threatened to spill.

"No Casey, I love you." Evan said quietly, his eyes dark. He slowly reached out to her but she jerked backwards, her back hitting the table causing it to move loudly.

"I don't see how that's possible," Casey said after a pause. "You humiliated me…more than once. You manipulated me. In fact that's all you've ever done since the day I met you."

"That's not true," Evan said quickly, his eyes showing a hint of panic.

"Yes it is. If you were the friend you pretended to be I might still be with Cappie. I loved him and you never once tried to defend him. But you always made sure I saw what a great guy you were, didn't you?"

Evan opened his mouth to speak but Casey cut him off. "If you were such a good friend you would have let me try to figure shit out instead of making sure I had no choice but to come back to you since no guy would touch me!"

"I didn't ruin your relationship with Cappie! He was jerk and I did you favor by driving Shane away," Evan spat back, his fists clenched and his cheeks starting to redden.

"Yea, well do me another favor Evan…stay the hell out of my life!" Casey whispered. She grabbed her purse and pushed her way to the door before the tears could spill out of her.