I don't think I can do it. I can't live with Derek anymore. He gets on my nerves every second I'm with him. Why did Derek of all people have to be MY step-brother. He's the most obnoxious person I've ever met!
I've been in this house for two years, and you'd think I'd be used to Derek's pig-headedness by now. Ha. As if. Sometimes I wanna punch Derek in the face. He annoys me all the time. Like just last Tuesday, Derek took all of my underwear and stuck it in the freezer. Bras and all. That is something 12 year olds do at a sleepover, not something a 17 year old does to his step-sister. I needed a way to get back at him for this. I'd been thinking for a while, but then it finally came to me.
"Casey! Where are my headphones?" Derek yelled from his room. I smirked.
"I don't know, Der. Did you check your desk drawer?" I asked sarcastically, laughing quietly to myself.
"Yes, Princess, I'm not an idiot."
"That's arguable.." I responded quietly to myself. Derek barged into my room and slammed his hand on the wall.
"Where are they, Casey. I know you took them," Derek said, fuming.
"You know, I did see a pair of headphones outside," I said to Derek. I laid down my laptop and slid off my bed. I led Derek to the lone window in my room and pointed to a powerline outside. There on a cord dangling in the air was a pair of expensive headphones draped over it, like a pair of tennis shoes. Derek's mouth dropped open.
"C-C-Casey? Why are my headphones up there?!"
"I have my ways," I said to him, a smirk on my face.
"Casey, those headphones cost me two hundred dollars!"
"Oh, no!" I said to him sarcastically. "I guess you could play powerline piñata if you'd like. Just try not to get shocked!" Derek mumbled something I couldn't understand and stormed out of my room. I laughed to myself and took a seat by my window. This was going to be a fun sight to see.
The next day, Derek refused to talk to me. But that's okay. Really, this is all I'd wanted all along.
When we were in the kitchen eating breakfast this morning, Derek pointed at the cereal then jammed his finger into his own chest. I rolled my eyes and handed him his Corn Puffs. I talked to my mom for a while, and Derek sat there in silence. But soon, Mom left the kitchen to get ready for the day and it was Derek and I alone.
"You know, I think what you're doing is really immature. Seriously, grow up. The silent treatment? C'mon, give me a break," I said to him. What can I say, I was tired of the awkward silence.
"Casey, you threw a two hundred dollar pair of headphones on a powerline. And you think I'M the immature one?"
"Coming from the man - no, boy - that put my bras and panties in the freezer." Derek chuckled and nodded to himself.
"C'mon, that's a classic prank."
"You're such a pig!" I exclaimed. I threw the dish towel I was throwing at his face and stormed out of the room. I was tired of Derek's craziness. I needed a way to get back at him. Like, now.