Well, I decided to write another LWD FanFiction. I've lately been reading a lot of it, then I saw some of the episodes on YouTube, and this idea honestly just hit me as I sat in my computer chair procrastinating finishing up assignments for school so I can finally be on Christmas break!
Apologizing in advance for taking them pretty much AU, but hey, on most of the stuff written is basically AU, right?
Hope you enjoy!
He was drunk, and he knew it.
He couldn't believe he had gotten carried away again…except, he could. These parties…he just…he was keeping a rep.
Just like in high school.
Now he was a senior at Queens, the captain of the hockey team, with a deal on the table for the Leafs…
And right now, he was drunk in a bar; and of course, there was a blonde hanging all over him.
He had no one to blame but himself.
"De-rek, come on…the V.I.P lounge is upstairs." The blonde on his arm cooed.
"No." he said for the millionth time. He may have dated around a lot in high school, and okay, so there was the one time he asked a girl out while still technically dating Kendra, but that doesn't count because she was also trying to make him jealous, and hey, who's not to say he wouldn't have broken up with Kendra given the chance! Anyway, the point is that he was always respectful to women, and he definitely didn't screw girls while they were drunk; or while he was drunk. Besides, he'd only ever done that with one. He and Sally had loved each other, but…then it ended; and here he was.
Oh, and another thing, the way this girl broke his name into those two syllables was worse than hearing nails on a chalkboard!
The next thing he knew, she was kissing him…and he was kissing back.
That probably had to do with the respect for women, turning her down would be rude, right?
Right.
His hands quickly found her waist and hers found their way into his hair. Tongues quickly started to battle, and he was thankful he was strong because she literally jumped on him, and wrapped her legs around his waist. He had to grab her ass, just so she didn't fall on it!
And even when he let go, she didn't.
When she did finally get off of him, she was leading him by the collar of his shirt upstairs.
He smirked, "Hey, babe, I said no." he then removed her hands from his collar and spun on his heel.
"Aw, man, come on; just go up with the girl! What are you, man, a prude?!" some guy behind him was assisting her…not that she needed it.
Derek smirked again, "Please, I'm far from that, but I'm also far from a man-whore." He looked pointedly at the girl when he said the very last word.
The girl pouted and crossed her arms over her chest…making her…chest almost spill out the top of her dress.
Derek had to avert his gaze and swallow. He wasn't as turned on as he need to be to keep going, but still…a guy can't help it when there's a pair of those in his face.
Maybe he was turning into a prude.
He chalked it up to spending too much time with Casey.
Casey, Casey, Casey…
He didn't want to think about her…and her current sorry excuse of a boyfriend.
Some things never change.
He abruptly turned to face the blonde, "You couldn't handle this in your state anyway." When he said the word "this," he motioned down his torso with his hands.
She smirked, and it just looked wrong. "I want to decide that for myself." And she grabbed his hand, leading the way to the lounge upstairs.
Unbeknownst to Derek, Casey had walked into the bar just in time to see the blonde leading him upstairs.
Once there, the girl's hands were all over him, making quick work of the buttons on the front of his shirt.
She led them over to a stool, and sat down on the high seat, Derek was between her legs.
He stopped her before she undid the last button on his shirt. "Slow down. Not in public." He mumbled.
"Why not?" she asked, jerking her head backwards to stare him in the eyes. With one hand still in his hair, though, she started moving her index finger over the part of his chest that was revealed before continuing, "I'm sure your body is absolutely…" he kissed her, just to get her to shut the hell up.
She finished the last button, and her hands were roaming the front of his chest.
It was cold, but when he tried to pull away again, she must have realized it was coming, and bit his lip hard.
What the hell is her problem!
He barely refrained from letting out a rather un-manly noise and his eyes flew open. He was pretty sure if he let her continue, she would draw blood.
This bi…girl is nuts! He didn't really like to call females "bitches," even if they deserved it.
And this one really deserved it at this point.
"Get off!" Derek groaned, as best as he could in his current state; and pushed at her waist, but her teeth just wouldn't let him go; so, he did what he knew best. He went back to kissing her, his tongue asking for entrance.
And when she obliged, effectively removing her fangs from his bottom lip, he pulled away and lightly shoved her.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he shouted, feeling his lip. And oh yeah, there was blood alright.
"Oh, come on, Der-ek! You can't tell me you're not into that!" she said, standing up now as he walked to the bar on that level to get a napkin.
"You must be joking. Who the hell told you I did?" He glared at her now, napkin meeting his lip.
"Nobody needed to! Do you know how amazingly hot you are?!"
Derek squinted, shaking his head and removing his napkin before speaking again, What the hell? "Okay, I say some pretty stupid shit sometimes, but I've never said anything as insane as that. How the hell did that make sense? I thought I was making out with a college girl, not a freaking vampire!"
She smirked at him, and it was a smirk Elvira herself would've been proud of.
Maybe that's who had trained her…
Derek turned to the server as the guy now handed him a glass of cold water. Walking into the bathroom, he spit a couple times in the sink, and finally got his lip to stop bleeding.
Along with stopping the blood, Derek also felt a little bit more sober than before.
When he walked back out, she was obviously waiting for him. He wasn't surprised.
"Fine, if I promise not to bite anymore…" she walked up to him, moving her hands underneath his shirt again and licking her lips.
Derek smirked, retreating to his old 'player' self, "Oh, you can bite, just not that freaking hard. I don't really like seeing blood, it's a real turn off."
"Noted." She said to him, and they resumed making out. His hands once again found her waist, and tongues were playing tonsil hockey.
She then started walking backwards, and with his eyes closed, never breaking the kiss, he followed her. He had thought she was leading him back to the stool she had previously been sitting on; after all, it hadn't been that long of a walk, but suddenly, their lips parted and he realized that she was sitting on the edge of a bed. Derek looked around, and found out what the upstairs lounge was really used for. There were crimson red curtains surrounding the bed that had matching red sheets, blankets, and pillows.
Fortunately, it sounded like they were the only ones up there at the moment.
Well, the only couple anyway. Derek wasn't entirely sure how many rooms, but he was sure that this wasn't the only one.
Either way, he was appalled.
He could never, would never do this to a girl…even if she was practically begging him for it.
When he turned back to look at her, her extremely revealing red dress had been removed.
And Derek knew he needed to remove himself from this 'room,' and fast. He shook his head, backing up the way they had come in. His manager had warned him about this. Money-hungry whores were going to come after him.
He needed to leave.
She cocked her head to the side, "Where ya goin'?" she cooed, and again, it sounded wrong.
"I'm not having sex with you. I'm not that much of a player. Nice try though." He grabbed for the curtain, but she was grabbing his other arm forcefully – the nails were digging into his skin through his shirt…which was still wide open at the front.
He glared at her hands on his arm, "Let go of me."
When he met her eyes, hers were on fire, "You don't hit women? Noble, but too bad, because I'm not letting goooo." She cooed again, and this time before Derek could reply, someone ripped open the curtain.
"He might not hit women, but since I am one…and a much better one at that; I will."
And Derek's mouth dropped as he realized it was none other than Casey. Casey, his step-sister!
What the freaking hell?!
The blonde's mouth dropped too. "Derek, who the hell is this?!"
"His girlfriend, bitch," Casey lied, "and you better get your grubby little paws the hell off of him."
"He started this." She said, plainly, simply, and Derek was afraid convincingly. But a million questions were running through his head right now…and all of them involved Casey.
Casey scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Please, Derek starts a lot of things, including the undressing. And, if Derek had started undressing you, honey, you wouldn't still be wearing clothes." Casey pointed to the blonde who was in fact, still wearing clothes.
Derek smirked, still disbelieving.
Where the hell did Casey the keener go?
Better yet, how the hell did she know that!?
"Now, are you going to let him go, or am I going to have to make you?" Casey narrowed her eyes at the blonde, whose name, Derek realized in this moment, he didn't even know.
"Make me, bitch." The blonde seethed.
Derek barely had time to widen his eyes before Casey lunged, the nails quickly removed from his shirt as Casey took the girl to the ground hard.
Derek was in utter and total shock as Casey was straddling the girl, sending punches to her face, shoulders, and arms.
Especially while Casey was dodging the pathetic swinging from the blonde below her…
Derek's jaw dropped now.
The blonde, somehow, grabbed Casey's hair and was trying to pull her head backwards, but in the weak state and horrible positioning, she was hardly a match. That's when Derek decided it was time to step in.
"Casey! Casey! Casey, stop!" he said, and grabbed Casey's hair out of the girl's hands; then grabbed Casey's waist and pulled her off of the girl.
He carried Casey until they were completely on other side of the lounge.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Derek asked, quietly. He had Casey pinned against a wall, only somewhat using his body, and either of his hands by her head – effectively blocking her from escaping his questions and going back for more rounds with the blonde.
Not that Derek minded seeing girls fight over him, it's just…enough was enough.
And this was Casey for Peter's sake!
"I came here to see if my boyfriend was cheating on me."
"And, was he?" Derek's eyebrows rose.
Casey nodded, "Yeah. I had suspected for some time now, but just didn't want to believe it."
Derek swore colourfully under his breath. "I'm sorry, Casey."
To his once again total surprise, she smirked…
…And damn if it didn't look right on her! "Are you joking? I'm glad I came. I got to kick a bitch's ass…even if it wasn't the one I really wanted to…"
Derek's eyebrows rose, "Since when do you curse like a sailor?"
"Since I've spent too much time with you, duh, you are in all of my classes and, oh, remember who's been forcing me to have study time with him so he can pass!?"
"Casey, we've been over this, I'm already passing. You're just helping me continue to pass."
Casey rolled her eyes, "Yeah, whatever, D. I still got to kick some girl's ass."
"Yeah, and where the hell did you learn to do that?"
"Where the hell do I learn everything else, D? Remember all those tickling sessions? That would've happened to you had you not locked my hands above my head. It doesn't hurt that Lizzie took Tai-Kwan-Do before she had you guys to practice with either."
That was hot… Derek wanted to say, but instead, he muttered a simple, "Thanks."
"No problem. What were you doing with her anyway? She just screamed money-hungry whore from a mile away!"
Derek laughed, "Yeah, I know. I wasn't with her, she sort of found me after she realized how drunk I was."
"D, you get drunk, but your eyesight still works…usually."
He smirked at her, "I know that too, Casey. What can I say? She's hot…"
He trailed off as he saw Casey's face somewhat fall.
"You sure you're okay with the whole Travis-cheating-on-you ordeal, or do I need to go kick his ass now?"
"You're too late, he already left with her." Casey replied, flatly, "And, I should've seen it coming, so it's whatever."
Derek scoffed, "It is not 'whatever,' Casey, the bastard cheated on you."
Casey shrugged, "At least I dumped a drink on him before he left. I can't believe she still left with him!"
"Whores will be whores." Derek sing-songed.
Casey smiled, chuckling humorlessly, though, "Yeah, I guess so."
"So, how about you and me get out of here?" He half-smiled at her.
Casey continued smiling, "I think I'd like that, D."
And, hand-in-hand, Derek led Casey down the steps and out of the bar.
So, I envisioned this as a one-shot, but if you all want me to continue, I could probably drum up enough drama for some more chapters. I've already got ideas, but, if you really like the story that much, feel free to feed me some.
If you didn't like it, well, yeah, I can totally get that. I've already picked out some things "wrong" with it, but like I said, this was just some idea that I had and wanted to publish.
As usual, thanks for reading! :)
