How to Be A Good Feminist

Author's Note: First, I sure as hell don't own LWD. If I did, some of those spoilers we've been hearing lately would be completely false. Second, this story is based on how we now think the series is going to end. Although I have ideas for the next couple chapters, beyond that, I have absolutely no idea how this story is going to go. Fear not though--in my book (or rather in my fanfiction), all roads lead to Dasey.

Chapter 1: Knock

Mara Thomas had just slipped on her bathrobe and was getting her shower caddy when the door to her dorm room flew open and a teenage boy casually strolled in.

"What the hell!" Mara screamed, pulling her bathrobe closed around her. "What are you doing in our room?!"

"Derek, how many times have I told you to knock!" yelled Mara's roommate, her face turning red. "Mara, this is my step-brother Derek."

"Nice to meet you," said the boy looking embarrassed.

"Look even if you're Casey's family," said Mara huffily, "it doesn't mean that you can just barge into our room. If you had walked in a second earlier, my boyfriend would have had to pound you."

"Sorry about that," he said, looking at his feet.

"It's okay," said Mara, "Just don't do it again. Casey, I'll be in the shower. Feel free to go eat with out me."

"Okay," Casey called as Mara left the room. "Jesus, Derek, try to have a little consideration!"

"I didn't mean to upset her!" he said. "I'm just not used to you rooming with someone."

"Yeah, because it would have been perfectly fine if you had walked in on me naked!" she said, sarcastically.

"Well, you're the one who said that I was just like your brother," he shrugged, sitting down on her bed. "Besides, who showers at 5 pm?"

"What are you doing here, anyways, Derek?" Casey said, sitting down at her computer desk.

"Somehow this got mixed up in one of my boxes," he said, pulling a small picture of Casey's father out of his jacket. "I thought you'd probably want it."

"Oh," she said, "thanks."

"So, is this your class schedule?" he said, looking over a piece of paper on the bed next to him.

"Yeah," she said, snatching it back from him and turning back towards her computer. "I was just entering it in my online day planner."

"Fun," he said, putting his feet up and reclining her headboard. "You decided to register for feminist philosophy after all, huh?"

"Yeah," she said typing.

"Looks like you'll be taking notes for both of us then."

"Yeah, you wish," she scoffed.

"Okay, how about just when I have an away game?'

"Here," she said, tossing a printed syllabus at him. "Highlight the days you'll be gone for me."

"Case, not everyone walks around with a day planner," he said.

"Then take it home with you and do it," she said, opening up her e-mail.

"Whatever."

"You know, I'm really glad that you're taking this," she said. "Despite your motives, perhaps it will teach you to have a little more respect for women."

"I'm hungry," he said randomly. "Do you have any food?"

"You know I don't," she said. "You were there when I packed."

"Wanna grab something to eat then?"

"You want to eat with me?" she said, looking at him in surprise.

"Yeah, well, it's not like I know that many other people here yet, and we've got to eat, right?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "Let's go."