NOTE: Woo Hoo! Number One-Hundred! Anyways, this just came to me, I think it's way different from my other story. In the fact that it's from Casey's point of view and it leaves a lot to be desired. Anyways, Don't feel like doing a funny disclaimer, so…

Flippy: I don't own Life With Derek!

Casey: Yeah, we know.

Derek: Can we get on with the story.

Flippy: Oh, yeah! ON with the STORY!

Just Another Fight

By: Flippy

That was it. I was pissed. So incredible pissed. My glare was fixed on him, in what I hoped was a deadly stare. He only smiled cockily and smirked. I pulled back my arm, not entirely realizing what I was doing. Until I punched him in the face. He riled back and landed on the floor. Crap. I did not just do that. Crap! I really should not have done that. I mean yeah, he's annoying and an arrogant jerk, but does that mean he should get punched in the face? Wait, yeah it does. I mean the crap he's put me through, I think he should not only get punched in the face, but he should get his sorry little butt beat to a bloodily pulp.

I towered over him, as he looked up at me holding his nose. It wasn't broken. Heck, it wasn't even bleeding! Yet he had the nerve to shout at me. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" I turned and stomped away, brushing past the crowd of people that had stopped to watch our "little fight". Or rather me going crazy and punching him. I walked faster, as the people around me thinned and eventually none were left. I opened a door, leading into the bathroom and rushed over to the sink. Crap, crap, crap! I splashed some cool water on my face, as I tried to process what the consequences of my action may be.

I heard the door open, but was too preoccupied to care. I hit him. I actually hit. It was bad for the very obvious reason that he was my stepbrother, the cutest, most powerful guy in the town. Did I feel regret though? No. He deserved it. I wasn't afraid for myself of course, I was more worried of what he might do for revenge. I looked up in the mirror and couldn't help but scream. I whirled around. "What are you doing in the girls restroom?" I screeched at him. He only stepped forward and said, "You actually think you can hit me and get away with it?" I scowled at him. I knew I shouldn't, but I was still very mad.

"You deserved it! I can't believe what you've put me through!" I was furious. The thought of what I have to endure every day pushed me to the edge. He took another step forward, but I stood my ground. He wasn't going to intimidate me. Not anymore. "I could do whatever I want to you! Remember, you're my stepsister, I own you!" I slapped him then. His head turned a little and then he slapped me back. I was shocked, the only thing I could do was put my hand up to my face. My eyes went wide as I stared at him.

"Don't ever to that again!" He said it fiercely, as he placed his hands on the counter, behind me. His voice became a low whisper. "You're going to regret that." And then he kissed me. And I kissed back. Throwing my arms around his neck, I pressed harder on his mouth. The frustration and angry I felt poured into that kiss. All the things that had happened between us, all the fights and arguments disappeared. As we continued to kiss, my mind raced. My heart pounded. He was rough and harsh, but I didn't expect anything better of him. The kiss finally broke and I looked at him.

"Do you regret it?" He asked.

"No." I replied.

And as he kissed me again, the only thought that ran through my mind was:

Damn you Derek!

NOTE: Yeah, I think this one kind of sucks, but I'll let you decide! Buh-Bye! Hope you hve a good day or are having a good day or whatever!