I don't own Life With Derek
His musky odor filled my nose and mind. His lips left a burning trail down my neck. My hands ran through his soft angelic hair. His name escaped my lips gently.
"Derek," His warm mouth came back to mine. 'This is so wrong.' His hand touched my stomach. I moaned into him. 'He's my best friend's boyfriend.' My tongue ran across the seam of his lips. 'It feels so good.' His arms found my waist. 'What if this isn't real?' Our tongues danced erotically. 'What if it is? What if this is all meant to be? But he's my step brother. Emily would kill me. Derek might not feel anything. I might be just another girl to him. I might get hurt. Everyone might.' I came to my senses and pushed Derek off me.
"Derek," I gasped and took a step back, "this isn't right." My breath came in short pants.
"Case, didn't you feel it?" he asked desperately. "Please."
"Maybe we should just forget this ever happened. It would be so much easier," It broke my heart to say that but what else could I do? I loved him. I knew I loved him. But he was with Emily. My best friend. It would break her heart if she knew what I did with him. No one should have ever known about my feelings.
He stepped toward me. "Casey," his voice was small and meek. "Tell me you want to forget this." he searched my eyes for an answer. I had none to give.
"I-I want t-to forget." I looked away from him. I could feel my heart breaking with every word I uttered. A tear escaped my eye as I ran from his room. I choked back a sob and ran down the hallway. By the time I got to my room, I had totally dissolved in tears. I buried my face in my pillow and cried myself to sleep.
The next day at school was hell. When Emily and I arrived at school, Derek immediately took her aside and whispered something. She slapped him and I didn't see her for the rest of the morning. She finally arrived during sixth period. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her make up ran and she was hiccupping. I stood up and pulled her into a hug. We had desk-aiding that period so we weren't disturbing anything.
"H-he broke u-u-up with me," She gasped trying to calm, her breathing. "W-why Casey?"
"He's just being an ass, don't worry. You're way too good for him." I soothed my hysterical friend.
Later that day when I got home from school Derek was waiting on the front porch.
"Leave me alone Derek," I snarled at him. "You've caused enough pain for one day don't you think?"
"Case, wait," he tried to stop me but I shoved past him and into the house. My mother was in the kitchen. I felt she was the only one I could turn to.
"Mom," I whined in a pitifully heartbroken voice. "I'm so confused."
"About what honey," she stopped washing dishes and turned to me.
"I kissed a guy that I'm not supposed to like and now a friend of mine is hurt because of it."
My mother sighed before replying. "Is it Derek?"
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