AN: I know this is short, but it's my first story in a while. I got the idea from Bichigangan and their video: watch?v=nzLIZTbMMLk Check it out! It's amazing! And I was thinking about writing the actual rape scene, but only if people like the story-line and want to see more and what happened. And I love Dasey, btw; that video just inspired me. dfkghdfkhgjk Review! *mwah*

Derek! Der-ek! Dereeeek!

Casey woke up with a start. This is usually how her dreams went this past week. Every time she'd make eye contact with him, she'd immediately avert her eyes. But one thing she couldn't avoid or get out of her mind whenever she saw it… Was his smirk. That smirk he wore as if he were victorious. Almost as if he didn't find what he did wrong.

Breakfast every morning was just a chocolate chip pancake on the go with one sip of orange juice so she didn't have to see his face.

She'd tried to admit what happened to everyone she could trust and that was close to her. Paul, Lizzie, her mom, Emily, maybe even Edwin or George. Though she'd avoid Marti. She was so small, she either wouldn't understand or she'd be scared. And Casey couldn't have Smarti lose her Smerek.

It was lunch at school. Casey now began to isolate herself from everyone. Emily would occasionally waltz by. Even Sam was concerned. But no one would ever know what happened. Except for Casey and Derek. Derek's eyes met with Casey's for a split second from across the lunchroom before her eyes were down at her food. Little did she know that the dark-haired boy was already on his way over.

"Hey, Case."

She murmured a hello.

"Are you gonna look at me?"

No response.

"Listen, I know that night last Friday was… Intense. I got swept away in the moment, I guess, you know?"

His explanation for his actions was terrible.

"Can we be step-siblings again?"

Finally, Casey raised her head. "Step-siblings, Derek?" she asked with a disbelieving expression. "Step-siblings?!" she whispered the anger, not wanting to cause a scene. "You raped me! Acted proud! And, what, you want to act like it never happened?!" she accused.

Derek's eyes widened at her words. "Raped? Casey, rape is a little drastic and dramatic, isn't it? Just because you didn't like it and regretted it afterwards doesn't make it rape. You made your decision."

"Decision, Derek? You kissed me. I kissed back. We did have… Moments on my bed. But you took it too far! I tried to stop you! I yelled at you to stop! And you conveniently did this on a night when mom and George were out with the kids on a movie! It's gone, Derek! The most precious thing I could ever possess is gone!"

"Space-Case, why're you making this up?"

Casey blushed furiously. Her cheeks burning up. She was not making this up and she knew that. She remembered. Remembered vividly. "You're calling me a liar?"

"Yes," Derek replied bluntly. "I would never do that to someone. Especially if that someone is my keener stepsister," he growled out to her, his expression fierce with hatred and lies that he'd gotten himself to believe. He was trying to make her think she was crazy.

Casey's lip trembled, Derek didn't have a reaction. He just walked away with no thoughts. Maybe a little remorse. Though it didn't mean enough for him to turn around and apologize. Comfort her. Or make her feel better again.

Which left Casey on her own. Once again. As always.