Rated M or R— For what sex and violence comes up later. Not in this prologue.

Disclaimer-I don't own Life with Derek. Duh. Would I be writing this if I really did?

DASEY!!!!!!

This is just the prologue; if I get good reviews then I will continue

Derek had been acting weird lately. When he made all her dates go wrong, that was one thing- just him being a jerk, like always. There was something that was beginning to creep underneath her skin though. He seemed to be checking her out. Sometimes when she would run up the stairs, she would peer out and he would have his head tilted in her direction. He never seemed to notice when she looked at him, because his eyes were focused on other things. Whenever he was around she would cross her arms out of anger of being around him, and because of his wandering eyes. Still inside, inside her mind, she would feel something fluttering. It creeped her out.

Just as she began to analyze this bit of creepiness he barged arrogantly into her room, ripping her away from her thoughts.

"Casey." He said softly.

"What?" She said in annoyance.

"I need your help."

"Why should I help someone who can't even knock on my door?"

"Casey, can we not do this?" She was taken back by this remark. So unlike Derek. He lived for fights, especially fights with her.

"What is it." She said in a huge sigh.

"I need you to help me hide this…" He pulled out a Ziploc bag that had in it what looked like sugar.

"Why do you need me to help you hide that?"

"It's…" He shut the door quietly, then said in a soft whisper, "It's cocaine." Casey just sat there, staring up at him. She began to notice that he was skinnier, and his face seemed tired and worn out. At that moment she had completely forgotten everything she hated about him, and every creepy thing that seemed to be happening lately.

"I need to tell someone about this, you need help!" At that remark he swooped on her, covering her mouth.

"NO!" He said in a strained whisper, "I need your help. Hide it. Get rid of it. I don't care. I don't want to see it." She looked at him deeply, then softly picked his hand off her mouth.

"Why me?"

"You're logical, you make sense. My friends are stupid; they would be as stupid as me about it. Please, help me." His eyes deepened and she felt compassion towards him that she hardly felt before. Something else inside tingled, but she blew it off quickly.

"Sure…How long…have you been doing this?"

"Since…Never mind that…you'll do it? Thanks." He dropped the bag underneath her pillow and walked quickly out the door, obviously trying to avoid the subject. This summer is going to be a blast. Casey thought sarcastically.

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