Casey sighed happily as she turned the shower off. She felt so relaxed. There was nothing quite like a nice long luxurious shower after a long day.
And it had been such a long day. The whole world had been against her and she was almost certain, now, that someone out there had it in for her. Not a single thing had gone well for her today.
Derek had unplugged her alarm clock so she over slept. Marti had used most of her makeup and Emily refused to lend her so much as a lipgloss. She'd noted the date of an important test wrong and therefore hadn't revised for it. Derek had tripped her at lunch so her tray of food went all over Truman and her over him too, which he then took to mean she was literally throwing herself at him. And, in her counselling session, Paul had been dropping hints about her and a certain stepbrother, again, implying that they were crushing on each other, which was only partially ridiculous.
And to top it all the lock on the bathroom door was broken again. It closed but wouldn't lock. She'd temporarily barred the room from unwanted interruptions by propping a chair against it and putting a sign on the door saying she was in there.
Not that either stopped someone as she found out when she heard the chair falling to the tiles with a clatter.
"Who's in here?" she called, staying in the shower. No one answered so she shrugged; maybe the chair had slipped.
She grasped the shower curtain at the same time as someone else. Unconsciously they both yanked the curtain aside.
Casey came face to face with a naked Derek. They stared at each other in shock for a moment then glanced each other up and down before realising their own nudity and both of them screamed.
Casey yanked the curtain closed again with such force that Derek, who was still holding it, was pulled along with it and fell over.
"Ok, ow." He complained.
Casey stuck her head round the curtain and glared at him. "What the hell are you doing in here?!"
"About to take a shower. What are you doing in here?" he got up and grabbed the nearest form of covering which happened to be a face cloth. Casey tried not to snigger.
"Finishing my shower."
"Didn't you come in here for that shower like an hour ago?"
"I had a hard day, thanks to some prat called Derek."
"Don't blame your crappy day on me."
"Blame goes where blame deserves."
"Yeah whatever. Are you leaving?"
"Not so long as you're here. At least turn around."
"Why? I've already seen it all."
Casey glared harder and turned and grabbed her loofa and then forcefully threw it at him. He caught it easily and chucked it into the sink nonchalantly.
Since it became clear that he was not going to move, she almost growled at him before stepping out of the shower and picking up her towel.
"Are you trying to send me into therapy for the rest of my life?" he asked, not even disguising his roving eye as it scanned her body as she dried it.
"I'm not the one clutching a face cloth to my privates. Surely a folded tissue would suffice in your case?"
Derek blushed and grabbed his towel and covered himself properly. "And I'm not the one who just bared all to her stepbrother.
"I've seen your dick, and the school will know how small it is if you breathe a word of the last few minutes to anyone." She wrapped her towel around her.
Derek looked a little put out. He peeked beneath his towel and considered his penis. "It's not that small."
"I know, darling, but not in the version I'd tell. Do you wanna risk it?"
"No thank you." he said quickly, opening the door for her.
As she passed him she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before dashing out sniggering. He stuck his head out of the doorway and called after her "I know you're going through a rebellious phase at the moment but don't you think that's pushing it a bit?"
She just laughed louder and disappeared into her room. Derek's eye was caught by a horrified looking Edwin by the stairs to his room. Edwin looked disgusted and thoroughly shocked. He also looked like he was going to be very sick.
Derek jerked his thumb towards the bathroom. "You wanna use the bathroom before I have a shower? But hurry, I really need another one." To mess with his brother he looked at Casey's door and sighed.
Edwin squealed like a little girl and ran/stumbled up to his bedroom. Sniggering Derek watched him go.
He became aware that Casey's door was open again and that she stood there in a very skimpy set of pj's, namely red lacy panty shorts and a black tank top. She was smirking confidently at him and leaning sexily against the doorframe.
"I saw that." she said coolly.
"Saw what?"
"What you did to Edwin. So is that what you've been thinking about?"
"You know me, Case, I don't think…I do." He marched up to her and kissed her forcefully but briefly on the lips. He then let go of her and took a step or two backwards.
"That's crossing the line a bit isn't it?" she said teasingly.
"Sweetie, crossing lines is what I do." His voice was low and almost husky.
"Where's that pink tape? And where's the blue?"
"Huh?"
"Then you'll have a line you can always cross."