Operation: Get Derek

Summary: Well, in this story, a girl named Scarlett gets transferred from Florida to Toronto, she meets an egotistical and magnetic jerk. After storming off, she fortunately meets the only onther person who feels the same way: the guy's stepsister, Casey. Together, the become fast friends, and come up with a plan full of devilry to give Derek back some of his own. But as their plan goes to new levels, Scarlett is feeling something akin to guilt. But why? She hates Derek... she has to hate Derek! Not a Dasey- sorry, peoples, but I have to have something to make me feel original! Don't get me wrong: I LOVE Dasey stories, but something outta the ordinary can't hurt, right?

Note: I'm probably not going to acknowledge Emily's existence in this story. I don't have anything against her- she just wouldn't work with this plot.

Disclaimer: I don't own LWD. Do you think that if I did I'd be sitting here messing with a fic? Use your head! I'd be writing the script for the next show!

This will be switching back and forth through various people's POV, but not in first person. Italics usually mean thoughts (or it can means that it's an emphasized word), bold means I'm commenting, and a flashback will be in italics too. I don't think it's quite rocket science, but… If I make a mistake or I'm muddling the whole thing, tell me!

A warning: I'm not a fast paced writer, and there's two to one odds that I'll get bored of the story or decide I don't like I before I get to any good parts. Also, this is my first official FF, so I'm terrified that I'm doing it wrong or violating some unwritten code. Please be nice!

Moving, Laughs, and Screams

"Moving?!"

Her parents shifted uncomfortably. Before they could say anything, she screeched again.

"Moving?! How could you do this to me?!"

There was another tight silence.

"All of a sudden, you just up and leave? I'm in my junior year! It's going to be horrible to go to a new school! Did you even think about me? Did you?"

No, they didn't, she knew. Her parents never thought about her unless they had to.

She paced around the room, muttering the cursed word under her breath. Then suddenly she sat down on the couch, sinking her head in her hands.

Her parents waited patiently. This was always the way it went when Scarlett was disappointed or got angry. She exploded, then went all silent (thinking), and then she tried to reason a way out of it or just accepted it.

After several minutes passed she sighed heavily and looked up, her green eyes flicking back and forth from mother to father. "Father finally find a place that'll pay him?" she asked, quietly, as if it were unbelievable.

Her father stiffened, and her mother put a hand on him. "Yes, dear. We need the money. Just living on my work at home income isn't enough to keep a house or keep you in school."

"Would be if he didn't drink," she muttered under her breath. Her father opened his mouth, but she continued on before he could voice the protest. "Where are we going?"

"Toronto, Canada," said her mother in a small voice.

There was a pregnant silence. Then Scarlett spoke again in a tightly restrained voice. "I suppose we would have to go far enough away to escape his reputation," she said. "Maybe we should change our identities while we're at it." Then she stood up and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Her drunk father turned to her mother and said, "You know, that's not a bad idea," just as she walked out.

Scarlett rolled her eyes at his stupidity, and sighed. Drunkard or no, he was her father, and she had little choice about her lineage.

Scarlett hoped that she would be able to escape the influence of her father's genes. She shuddered. Maybe her mother had been unfaithful? Please…

She went up to her room and flopped onto the bed. Toronto. Canada. A new school full of new, judgmental people, and a new house. Just when she finally thought things were permanent.

For the last few years she had enjoyed relative stability. She had entered high school, circled among the future top dogs of the school while they were freshman (therefore securing her future), and earned decent grades.

In tenth grade she spread out her net to gain popularity, and focused on passing.

Here, in eleventh, was where she could focus on having fun. The classes were less strict and less stressful, and her popularity was well established. She went on as many dates as she chose with as many guys as she chose, and she was a top invite to all parties.

And now, everything she'd worked for was down the tubes. If she'd known this was going to happen she would have focused on grades and skipped the rest.

Hindsight's twenty-twenty, she thought bitterly, and drifted off to sleep.

On the opposite side of the continent, Derek Venturi yawned lazily and stretched. He slowly, languidly made his way from his bed to a small vent on the opposite side of his room. He heard the sounds of Casey in the shower, and that was what woke him up.

Derek pulled a little lever on the vent, and listened to her in the shower. She was humming softly, and she was apparently just rinsing off the conditioner- the leave in conditioner- and getting out. He began laughing softly to himself.

Casey turned off the shower, and began drying off. Then, apparently, she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Casey's glass-shattering scream was heard throughout the house for a full five minutes.

Well, that was it for now. I'll take flames, reluctantly, if you really think they're good for me (shudders inside). If it wasn't horrible, plz review, and if I'm sure not ALL of you hate me then I'll get the next chapter up by next week. You'll find out what Derek did to Casey in it, but you might have already guessed.

I promise it will get more interesting soon. (And I promise I'll have shorter A/Ns!)