Summary: What happens when Casey gets mysterious text messages? Is Truman going to be jealous of this mysterious new guy in Casey's life? 22 year old Casey McDonald and 23 year old Derek Venturi have lived separate lives for four years. Casey is a Paralegal/ Legal Assistant preparing for law school. Derek Venturi is the new Sir John Sparrow Thompson High School's Hockey assistant coach, and he is teaching Math to 9th Graders. (note: I playing with artistic freedom to make him whatever I want.)

Love Via Text Message

Casey's POV

"Wow Casey, I envy you for being desired by so many men," Emily exclaimed at a dumbfounded Casey.

"Jeepers, Em, I am not a femme fatale or anything," Casey ejaculated, "men do not drool over me everywhere."

"Whatever Case, you have a great looking boyfriend in Truman, and there is a guy sending you naughty text messages of stuff he wants to do to you."

"Ugh don't remind me, Em. I cannot seem to get it out of my head. The guy sounded so arrogant, pig headed, and selfish. He is such a typical alpha male. If I didn't know any better, I could swear Derek gets his hands on them and teaches them how to be so arrogant and disrespectful..." Casey finally cuts off, fuming at the thought of reducing herself to a new all time low of giving into a guy's whims and fancies for self-gratification and ego-boosting. She could not help find the mysterious text messages sent to her to totally turn her on in ways she had never been turned on before. She told the guy she would like to meet him in person, and he replied back, I will see you very soon, cutie ;). Such pig headed talk to be bought by someone as advanced and feminist as her, she never let Truman talk to her like that.

Why does she let some guy she hardly knows talk to her in a way that is completely disrespectful of women? She has the feeling deep in her gut that she knows this stranger somehow, and she feels a connection with him that breaks down all her defenses she has put up against men who just want her for sex and nothing else. She just turned 22 years old, and she has already had more men try to get in her pants than try to pick at her brain. She is not against premarital sex by the way, but she wants to be picky on who she brings to her bed. Truman is the only guy she has made love to so far. It wasn't what she expected at all. There is such a Hollywood-related stereotype about how sex is supposed to be the greatest experience of your life, but she had never felt any passion from Truman in that department. The first time she kissed Truman, his lips made her tingle, but she couldn't get anything more. When he tried to fondle her a few times, it felt like he was trying to pop a pimple. It wasn't very romantic at all, and she kind of lost the initial spark of Truman's kiss.

"CASEY! EARTH TO CASEY! Ground Control to Major Casey, Come In, Casey!" Emily shakes her hand in front of my face to get my attention.

Shaking my head out of my own thoughts, I turn my attention to Emily, "Oh sorry, why don't we go to the mall so I can clear my head?"

Emily jumps off of my bed and heads downstairs. "I'll head to the car, be there in five minutes." I nod my head and watch her leave my room. I move to get up off my bed when I feel my pants' pocket start to vibrate. 1 new message appears on my little cell phone screen. I flip my phone open and look at the message from my mystery man. It reads:

Are you busy at the moment? I'm so lonely, and I need to get some loving.

I immediately type back, I am on my way to the mall with my friend Emily. I can't get involved with you right now. I don't think it is wise to be in a relationship with you when I am with someone else.

Aww, I wanted to hear you say what amazing things you would do to me if I was there with you at this very moment.

You are just going to have to wait until later. I need my girl time besides I am not horny 24/7 like you seem to be.

I'm not horny 24/7. I just get this way when I think about a smart and beautiful girl like you.

How do you know that I am beautiful? You have never really met me. I do not even know how you got this number but mark my words if I find out who you are. I will string both you and that person up to a tree by your gonads.

Mmm forceful, I like that. You got spunk, Casey. I will never ever have to worry about being too soft on you.

Don't flatter yourself! I'll talk to you later when I cool off enough to stand talking to you.

Alright hun, you go have girl time. I will make you pleasure me later;D.

Derek's POV

Boring, I cannot believe no one has been able to get my extra credit math question for the test I gave yesterday. I cannot believe that I am actually allowing students like Casey McDonald to get extra credit on tests and homework. She was such a grade-grubber when we were in school. I couldn't stand how much of a goody-two-shoes she was. Why am I the one actually teaching Math at our old alma mater high school? I hated being here more than being forced to live under the same roof with Casey for 3 and a half years. I am kind of glad I decided to move into that apartment with Sam my second semester at college. I was almost positive I would not be able to control my actions around Casey any more than I have been able to do.

She made me crazy sometimes. She had those girlie moments that made a guy almost want to turn emo and slit his own wrists to avoid the agony of a female's mood swings. She never will let me live it down that I am 6 months older than her even though we were born in the same year.

I would never have admitted this to anyone, but I am dare I say it I am in love with Casey McDonald. I could not have been more obvious in my attentions to, and yet, I was even more of an ass to her than normal guys would have been. If I really could not stand Casey, then my "supposed" hatred for her would have been caused me to avoid her most of the time. Be that as it may, I was not inclined to let her forget how much she dislikes me. I would rather have her thinking about me in some way than not at all. I am a selfish man I admit it. I got jealous when another guy made his move on my Casey. I always wondered why Casey went out with my best friend, the captain of the football team, and some jerk from our class.

Of course, I had to have this explained to me in my private session with Paul. Yes, I did talk to Paul. The guy is alright. He is very insightful for a part-time guidance counselor. Sam, Max, and Truman are all various forms of my personality, according to him. Sam, being my best friend, is the childish side of me. He allows me to relax and have fun in my life. Max, Captain of the Football Team, had the role of a leader on his team. I was the captain of the hockey team. I had to lead my team on the ice and direct them in plays. Truman is pretty much the side of me that I show to every girl that I just want to hit on for no real reason but to be a complete ass in the process. When I first saw him, I thought, "Who is this ass clown, and why did he rate every single girl in our class especially Casey?" That pissed me off more than anything, I could not believe he would be poaching on my turf. I thought I had the market scoped out on how to get Casey to go out with me, but Truman one-upped me on that big time with his "Truman Rating."

I should have killed Edwin when he dissed Casey for her 6 and a half from Truman, but I was the typical guy and thought it was very clever. She is so much more beautiful than Sally, and she is definitely smarter than Kendra by a long shot.

I would not have thought I would be capable of getting extremely high marks, but I had been told that I should have gotten down to studying at the beginning of high school rather than the end. I think Casey was who I was attributing to my decision to start out at the local junior college and become a Math teacher when I am done. Math is probably my best subject, and it drove Casey crazy to see the marks on my Math exams were so much higher than hers. Some people thought math would be an easy major to do, but it definitely is not. Being a Math teacher has its perks and all, I love having full access to the teacher's lounge now without getting caught sneaking in between classes. Of course, I could not be without my Hockey. I love playing hockey, and I love being the assistant coach for the JV Hockey team. They have been the best group of guys I have worked with in a long time.

Casey comes into my mind out of nowhere sometimes. I have not seen her since I transferred to University of Toronto to finish college, and she moved to New York to go to school where her real dad lives. I sometimes even try to picture what she looks like naked even though I probably could have gotten all kinds of opportunities to walk in on her when she was taking a shower, but I guess I had been more of a gentleman than I would have been. My thoughts were racing about how a few years could have changed Casey, and she wouldn't be the same sweet girl I remembered from high school. I can't believe I actually got Edwin to steal again for me. This time it happened to be Casey's cell number from Lizzie's phone, I couldn't believe it when I heard that Edwin and Lizzie were actually going out now. They are only 18 years old now after all.

I wanted to talk to her so badly, but I didn't know how to communicate with her. I missed hearing her constant "Der-ek!" go through my ears as I watched her lips move and licking my own. Of course, I never kissed her either. I would have done it too if I didn't have an audience half the time I thought about it. Casey's cousin Victoria was the closest I ever got to kissing Casey for real. She and Casey look so much alike sometimes it is scary. I remember the time she was trying to avoid Truman, and I swear the way she pulled her hair back reminded me of Victoria so much.

Oh God, I should just get this over with and send her a message already. Here goes nothing:

Hey Casey, how are you? You probably don't know me but I am a long time friend. I do not wish to give you my name right now, but I want you to know I will never hurt you in anyway.

Oh hello stranger, you are so very comforting. I am sure you have a reason for not telling me your name.

Yeah I do. I know you are going to tell your friends I talked to you if I did, and I could not have that if they knew I talked to you.

Why don't you want my friends to know who I am talking to? Are you a stalker?

LOL! No, I am not a stalker. I have built a reputation that could be ruined if I am known to talk with you.

Oh so you are a snob who thinks it necessary to snub me via text message? Do you have no decency?

I'll try to be good for you. I have done many unkind things to you in the past, and I am sorry for them.

Well, aren't you too kind for apologizing. You seem like a sweet guy, I will give you a chance on one condition. You and I have to meet eventually.

I will see you very soon, cutie ;) I won't be able to keep up this charade for very long without revealing myself.

Well then, I suggest you keep that promise or this girl will never talk to you again.

Is that a threat? Or a promise? Either way, you wouldn't be able to stop talking to me, I am irresistible.

Don't flatter yourself! You are like every other male around here that sees nothing when they look at me but tits and ass.

Well who can blame a guy for wanting that? You do have a very nice looking ass and your tits are nice and perky.

Ugh you are incorrigible! I should have known you were only thinking about that.

Can you blame me for being a guy? I flirt, look and say inappropriate comments to girls all the time. It is nothing new to me.

No I can't blame you for being typical. You were made to be a pig I guess, there is no stopping your ignorance of girls.

Well enough talk, I want to come right down to why I texted you. I want you to text sex me ;).

. . . I will have to get a bit more coaxing from you before I am willing to flirt with a stranger via text message.