Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first LwD fanfic. I know it's over a decade too late but thought might as well try! And will continue the story if anyone would be interested!
Casey's POV
A new city, a new school, a new house. It was all too fast. My mom, me, and Lizzie moved to Ontario a week ago, leaving Toronto and my old life behind with it. Now it's not the change I mind, it's the reason. What is the reason you say? I used to ask the same question everyday since I she refused to tell me on a daily basis. I was just expected to pick up my bags and move all the way to a city unknown without any explanation. Okay well it wasn't just as sudden and my mother begged me to trust her, but this was putting my whole life on the line, and like the loyal daughter I am, I obliged. She simply said she wanted us to "adjust to Ontario before she told us. It would be easier." It was not easier.
Did I say I didn't mind the change? I lied. A day in Ontario feels like 2 weeks in the shadiest parts of New York, which I would know since I went there to visit my father. He doesn't live in the shadiest part of New York, the opposite exactly, but I just happen to come across those areas on specific occasions.
"Stop exaggerating," my mother said while unpacking the kitchen utensils from one of our many boxes. "Look Casey, I know this isn't exactly the so called mansion your dad has or our nice apartment back in Toronto, but we have to make due. Just for a while, then we can move into a…..another apartment," she added hesitantly. "Maybe I should tell her this is actually nicer or at least roomier than it will George's house. Let her enjoy her last few weeks of space," Nora thought.
"Why can't we just go there," Lizzie asked.
"Yea mom, we have to pack and unpack and load and reload all this again," I said exasperatedly as I put away some kitchen appliances. "It's just going to cut into my study time and then I'll never be valedictorian!" Who knows though, maybe in a school in an area like this, I might without even trying.
"Girls, that place isn't ready yet. I will let you know when it is," Nora exclaimed.
"Not ready yet? Is it under construction? We can still go see the site, right?" I asked. I have to see where my future residence is and how shady or hopefully, unshady it is. I mean it can't get worse than this, right? RIGHT? Maybe I should actually ask out loud.
"No sweety," mom said, "not that kind of ready."
"Mom, please," I said, foraging the boxes for the remaining kitchen devices, "Tell us what's happening and why are we here. Lizzie and I left behind everything back there trusting you in a heartbeat (ok it took more than a heartbeat), the least you could do is trust us with the truth.
"Casey's right," Lizzie added as she unpacked a box containing utensils and went to organize it in the kitchen. Thank you sis. Lizzie kept blabbering, "Not that I'm not happy to move and have a change, but I am curious as to why so sudden and why here? Is it your job? Did you get fired? Did you get a promotion? Is it a guy? Is it a sick relative? We need to know mom!" I could tell Lizzie was just as agitated as me, but she does a better job of holding it up.
"You'll come to know when the time is right sweety," Nora said, swaying with sudden tension. I could sense it in her reply. Maybe it is one of those reasons. It can't be a promotion, why would she keep that from us? Maybe she got relocated or got fired and got a bad new job and she's embarrassed of it? What if she has a boyfriend. No that can't be the reason. She wouldn't move us all the way here without introducing us or AT LEAST telling us about him. Maybe she has a girlfriend and is having a difficult time coming out. As for sick relatives, I have no idea of a relative in Ontario. She put on a worried face as she unboxed some decorations for the living room. What's the use, we will probably be boxing it in a few weeks anyway.
"Fine mom, we will be waiting for an answer," I said as I surrendered trying to get an answer. "Also, this place is great," I half lied with a smile. "Because it's with two out of three of my favorite people in the world," I said with utmost honesty. "Dad's not here, it's okay, it's less crowded at least," I joked.
"Casey!" Lizzie exclaimed.
"I'm kidding, Liz. I wouldn't want more than dad to be here," I said carefully not to try to make my mom feel more awkward than she probably already is feeling. "The four of us could never become a crowd for me. However, anyone beyond us, say an impolite or indecent roommate, even one of them would be a crowd,' I told my mom, horribly remembering those awful times during a school trip a while ago.
"Speaking of indecent and impolite people, I wonder how the kids in our new school are going to be. I hope they're nice. Or at least not too bad," Lizzie said concerned.
Casey caught her sister's concern. "Don't worry Liz, we can handle whatever or however it is gonna be. Remember, don't take anyone's crap." Lizzie smiled and nodded.
As Nora continued unpacking and organizing their new temporary home, she shuddered at Casey's words, thinking about her eldest future stepson and one of the reasons she moved them here. To ease her daughters into the new life, new school, and new future family, especially life with Derek, instead of just dropping the bomb on them like she did with the moving.
Derek's POV
As I scanned the school hallways to find some entertainment, I spotted her.
"What about her? Susie right?" I asked my best friend.
"Her name is Sarah. And For what?" asked Sam.
"To see if I could borrow her history book," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Sometimes I worry for Sam. "For the catch of the week, what else!" I exclaimed.
Sam just rolled his eyes at me. But before he could say anything, someone else chimed in.
"Don't you mean catch of the day, Derek?" Max said, grinning from ear to ear.
"That's my man," I laughed, giving him a fist bump.
"Also, no," Max said abruptly, taking me aback.
"But look at her!" I said, drawing a shape around he perfectly curved body. What does he mean no. Is he dating her? Is she a psycho? Most importantly, is she bad in bed?
"She may be hot, but she lacks in other department," Max explained. "You know what I mean?" he asked in a suggestive tone with a grin plastered on his face.
"Oh you mean her personality?" Sam asked confused.
Max and I looked at each other and burst into laughter. Oh Sam, why are you so naïve.
"No dude," Max continued, "I didn't even get to know her long enough to get to know her personality. I mean she sucks in bed, and I don't mean the good way," he winked. So it was that she was bad in bed. NEXT.
"Dude, TMI," Sam said with a face of disgust. "And how about start judging girls based on they talk, how much they can make you laugh, or what would she do if you were having a bad day instead of the size of her assets and performance behind closed doors."
Max and I stared at each other after letting out a long sigh. "Nah," we both replied in unison. "Sam, getting to know that stuff requires time. At least more time than I'd rather spend with the anyway."
"You guys are assholes. I don't know why I'm friends with you."
"Because we are awesome."
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Max, Sam, and I headed towards our English class as the bell rang, not knowing what was awaiting for me.
As I entered the class, my eyes immediately landed on a new someone that I haven't seen before.
"Who's that?" I nudged at my friends and pointed to an unfamiliar tall brunette wearing tight fitted jeans that highlighted her shape perfectly with what I was sure is a velvet orange tank.
Sam just shook is head but Max replied, "I think she's that new hottie from my Physics class. She just transferred her from Toronto."
"I think I just found my new catch of the week," replied Derek. Sam rolled his eyes while Max scoffed. "What?"
"She may be hot, but from what me and my buddies can tell, she's one of those keeners. And you know they're either really easy to get or really hard to. Plus, she came from an ALL girls school, so I don't think she has much experience. Although, she does seem the type to throw down if anyone gives her shit."
After Max was done, Derek remained silent and took his seat, still staring at the girl.
"Now class," Mr. Robert continued, "I hope you read the chapters I had assigned yesterday. We have a pop quiz." The whole class groaned. "Extra credit for anyone who answers these questions before I start the quiz. What was the main focus of the story I had assigned you all to read last week?"
Casey's hand shot up.
"Yes, Casey?" Mr. Robert stood there impressed as Casey spurt out a very impressive and detailed answer.
"Very good Casey. But it's your first day here, I had just emailed you yesterday regarding the assignment and you were the last person I'd expect to complete it. Except Derek of course." The class burst into giggles. I could see the girl looking around to see who 'Derek' could be. She didn't have to search for long as I shouted, "I try my best!" Mr. Robert rolled his eyes and as he continued to speak, ignoring me. Casey turned back around. "I was actually going to give you at least until next week to do it. Also, you are exempted for the pop quiz today."
"No need Mr. Robert. I'm fully prepared." Least to say, Mr. Robert was even more impressed than he was ten seconds ago. Wow Max was not exaggerating. This girl is a super keener. Maybe she's the one to easily crack though. Let me test it out right after this stupid quiz.
"Wow. Class, our new and to add, very bright, new student, Casey McDonald!" Mr. Robert exclaimed proudly. As the room burst out into a slow and sarcastic clap, I added my own input.
*Cough* "KEENER! *Cough*. The class burst into laughter while she was looking around seeing who was responsible for the rudeness and her eyes landed on mine and she could tell. I knew she could.
"Shut up Derek," Mr. Roberts exclaimed.
"DEREK," she said menacingly but in a way that could turn any guy on. Or sure as hell did me. Which is first for any keener I've met. Although, they've also never been this hot.
After class ended, I waited for the class to leave so I could talk to Casey and introduce myself.
"Hi, I'm Derek," I said as I approached her. "Do you need a hand?" I offered as I saw her struggle with so many books. Gosh who the hell carries these many books around."
"Yea I got that after the two outburst you had in class," she sneered.
"What can I say, I like to participate. Like you." I snickered. She gave me an agitated look.
"Anyway, since you're new in town, I was wondering if you'd like me to show you around."
With that, she laughed. "How about you learn to be a little more polite and we'll see. Because calling me a nerd is not really impressing me."
"Oh come on, I was just playing around," I lied. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. "You need friends here, let's go," I said confidently as I led her out.
However, when I looked back, she was there refusing to move.
"You know," I began, this requires walking. She kept quiet and then spoke, "I can make my own damn friends. Don't really need a jerk as a sponsor."
"Please, being in my company, you won't even need to find friends. They'll come running to you."
"Why? Are you a celebrity."
"Something like that in this school." She still stood there as I stared at her. I sighed and said "Fine, find your own friends. Maybe you can try the chess club or the sewing club, they'd fit right in with your dull personality," I exclaimed before storming off. I smirked as I could feel her look of disbelief behind me.
As I heard her storming towards me to probably yell at me, I heard a rustle, a scream, and a thud. I looked back just to find her with her on the floor with all the books toppled down. I couldn't hold back my laughter and that just seemed to piss her off more. Now a nice guy would help her up and maybe not talk about that incident. However, I'm no nice guy.
Let's just say by lunch time, everyone knew the new girl as Klutzilla.
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"So what do you guys think?" I asked Max and Sam while we were munching on the disgusting tacos our school provides us.
"Let me guess," Max concluded, you're talking about that hot keener. I gave him a nod.
"First of all," Sam said, "her name is Casey. And second of all, I don't think she's your type."
"Not my type?" I exclaimed? "She has one out of the two qualities I look for in a girl!" "She's hot."
Max grinned and fist bumped Derek as he said "And the other quality you have yet to find, right D?" AS I grinned Sam rolled his eyes for the hundredth time that day. I wonder if he will still have vision after a couple years.
"Let me guess," Sam interjected, "good in bed, right?"
"You know it Sam," I said with a grin. "And she's feisty. Just had a little tiff in there. Refused to hang with me, barely got her to talk, so she seems like a challenge."
"Wait," Sam asked, "Then if she doesn't even like you, how are you going to get her to go out with you. Wait didn't you call her Klutzilla and spread that around?"
"Well first I have to control my burst of insults," I snickered. "She makes it too easy though. Anyway, she'll get over it. Everyone does with my charm. Anyway it's not like I want to actually go out go out with her, just perhaps a night," I said suggestively.
Sam continued, facing me, "Instead of whoring around and increasing you chances of STD, why don't you actually get to know someone personally instead. Who knows, you might actually find a winner."
"Please, it's not that easy for someone to impress the Derek Venturi," Max said haughtily. "Besides, Derek is not a one lady type of man."
"He's right, Sam," I agreed, "Plus why settle for one when one hundred are willing. I gave Sam a small laugh while he just scoffed. What? It is true.
"Anyway, I doubt someone like Casey will go for you, D. She's the exact opposite of you. She's smart, seems organized and probably polite too. She would never go for you."
"Is that a bet?" I asked, the inner challenge mode in me switched on.
"Wha- no dude, I'm just saying a girl like her would never go for someone like you."
"I don't know that seems like a bet to me." Derek encouraged.
"Then let's make it one," Max chimed in. Now there was a staring contest between us.
"What are the terms?" I inquired.
"It's not going to be easy." Max challenged.
"You shouldn't underestimate me Max."
"Ok, then we bet you-," Max began.
"Nope! No "we" in here, you guys are all on your own," Sam interjected.
Now this time Max was the one to roll his eyes, "Ok, I bet you that you can't get her to sleep with you and get her to admit she likes you to the school."
"It's a bet!" I exclaimed.
"I'm not done yet," Max continued. "It can't be that easy. You've done this a thousand times. You must tell the school either you slept with her and then break up with her the next day. You see, just telling me you could be lying. Now I know you wouldn't lie to the whole school. And all this in one month."
"Max!" Sam shouted. "That's despicable and disgusting!" Same got up to throw his food away, "Guys, ya'll are insane. I'm gonna head to restroom then head up to class, see ya'll later."
"Dude!" I exclaimed to Max after Sam left. "While I have confidence in myself, I'm also realistic and judging by the type of person she is, I need at least two months."
"Then it's not really going to be interesting is it. And then what would be the point of a bet. You could get girls to sleep with you within two days, and I'm giving a MONTH with her. Which is already fifteen times more than others.
I took a minute and though long and hard about it. "Can it be just until the her admitting she likes me part?"
"Nope."
"Ugh fine! How about just the sleeping part. The rest of it seems excessive. I can let her down gently afterwards."
Max gave a sigh, "Fine, but you just sucked out some fun in it.
"What are we even betting on?" Derek remembered to ask.
Max grinned from ear to ear, "We can bet money on it, say $500. I was ready to bet on $1000 if you managed to get her to publicly confess her feelings and dump her but since we are only sticking it until you sleeping with her, then $500. But you and me both know even if it was $0, you're still gonna try you damn best to win. You're don't win bets for the money but the satisfaction of winning itself.
I looked at him carefully, knowing he was right. I smirked, took out my hand…"Then lets shake on it."
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Before I entered my next class, I came across my Hockey coach.
"Hey Coach, how's it going," I greeted. However, he seemed to be tensed.
"Derek, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you." My face fell. "Unfortunately, I have been requested to take you off the team due to your poor grades." I froze. "Now relax, I made a compromise. I can keep you on the team, but unfortunately I have to remove you from head captain until you pull your grades up."
Derek stuttered, "Wha- bu- who- this never seemed to be an issue before. Why now?"
"Before there was not much communication between me and your teachers regarding practice hours as other time committed as the captain. But someone tipped them off that the hockey team is dedicated too many hours over studying and the teachers made the correlation."
"WHO?" Derek asked menacingly.
"I don't know, Derek. Whoever it is, just cost you your leadership position. But come on, its not only them, pull you grades up boy."
"Yes sir," I said dejectedly, parted ways with the coach, and headed inside class.
Who could do this? I guess I can focus on who did that later and try to focus on my grades now if I ever want to be captain again. It's all good, just breathe Derek, breathe.
As I entered my Statistics class, I saw Casey again, and my brain made a 180 and I told myself there's also that bet to focus on. Though, I know, I know it should be prioritized AFTER hockey. Anyway, I was glad that as of now, we had at least two classes together. Makes things much easier. More opportunities to talk to her. I approached her.
"Hey Casey," I spoke, getting her attention.
She made a disgusted face and turned around. The nerve!
"Excuse me, I was talking to you," I barked. Okay, maybe not the best way to talk to someone you are trying to get into the pants of.
"What do you want Derek?"
"I just wanted to apologize about earlier. What I said, I was just kidding." I pretended to be sincere.
Her eyes kept boring into mine. "Aw it's okay Derek. To be honest, I'd rather be a Keener. You know, over an imbecile and failure." She sneered. Ouch.
"And are you sure you're in the right class, its Statistics as in one out of one billion chances that you might develop some decency. Also, you're late. What happened, get lost on the way here? No surprise there."
I was taken aback, when do Keener's have a backbone? And how dare she speak to me like that!
"For your kind information," I barked back, "I was talking to people considering I have a social life, unlike you." Not really going in the right direction.
"By people, you mean just girls? I've kind of come to know your whorish reputation, alongside the 'cool' rep you have going on, but I don't see that part yet," she spit.
"What do you mean you've heard of my whorish reputation?
"I mean I had a chat with a couple of girls I met in one of my classes. Turns out they were your exes, or whatever you call them, Rachel and Tiffany. I was able to have a nice chat with them over lunch and they told me all about you. And I mean ALL. And trust me, they sounded very disappointed with their experiences," she tried to contain her snicker, but was unsuccessful. People started to stare.
"What do you mean," I said with clenched teeth, daring her to speak up. Bad idea.
"I mean," she began, louder so everyone could here, "They told me that they had better experiences with the chess club boys in the sack," she chuckled. "Something about not being big and satisfactory enough and yaada yaada. But then again it was only a couple girls."
The room burst with a mix of laughter and 'ohs.' This is the most humiliating moment of my life.
Casey turned back around and whispered, "I've heard things about you Venturi, and just because I'm what you call a nerd, I am not a pushover so don't think I'll take any crap," She smirked, boring her eyes to my fiery ones. "By the way, I was the one who tipped off your teachers about hockey."
With that, I stared at her, and as she turned away, I froze and sat in silence the whole class period, lack of speech.
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After the long and painful class period, thanks to Casey, with the disbelief of her actions, I went to find Max and confronted him.
"What's up, D?"
"Let's do the $1000 bet," I spoke determinately.
"That's my man!" He went for a high five.
"Max, also do me a favor and keep that part between us. Don't tell even Sam yet."
"You got it," Max replied. With a sneer, he continued, "Can't wait to see you lose, but still good luck man."
"Don't need it, and better find a way to get that grand." And with a smirk, they parted ways.
Thanks Casey. Now it's going to be much more fun and satisfactory when I win this bet and crush you. No one messes with Venturi. Game on.