"Derek?"
The voice was soft, hoarse, and forced. He had ignored the light tap on his shoulder a few moments ago, but he knew something just wasn't right.
There had been no two syllable separation to his name, no angry shove, or playful hint behind it.
It had been soft, strangled and fragile.
Broken.
"Casey, what's wrong?"
He had now turned to face her, his hands firmly gripping both of her shoulders in comfort as teary pain filled eyes looked up into his.
"Truman.. He," she had to pause as she began shaking, her voice quivering before she could get the rest out, "He was with Vicky."
Derek could nearly hear her heart breaking as she continued to stare helplessly up at him, looking so small and weak.
Begging him for comfort, something he didn't know how to give her.
"I'll be right back," he said breathing heavily as he stormed out of the room of party goers with their signature "red cups" in hand.
"Wait, Derek please don't leave me- what are you going to do- " he could hear from behind him as she followed him to where Truman stood, cousin Vicky giggling stupidly at his side.
"What the Hell is your problem?" he hissed, giving Truman a rough shove, "How could you do this to Casey?"
"Derek, what are you talking about-"
"Don't give me that Crap Truman she saw you making out with Vicky." Derek's face had gone red now, his hands clenched tightly into balled up fists, and for a moment it seemed to Casey that he might just be completely stupid, and actually attempt to fight Truman.
"Casey, I'm sorry…I just didn't know what I was doing… I'm not used to only having one-"
"Save it Truman," her head snapped around quickly to meet Vicky's gaze. "You.. I can't believe you'd pull this on me, again. Can't I just have one thing without you spoiling it.
First it was my friends at school
Then it was Derek-"
Derek's breath hitched for a moment.
"Then it was Derek"
"And now my boyfriend.
And you know what Vicky, You can have him."
Vicky's face fell as she stood awkwardly next to Truman.
"Derek, please, just take me home."