"Yes, Casey?" Derek asked, sounding a bit confident like he always did. This time though, his voice cut in the middle of her name. Trying to cover it, he started again, "What do you want?" A storming Casey came through his room and stood at the end of his bed. Before she could say anything, Derek cut her off. "You knock first if it's important." He told her as he stayed in his bed.
"It is Derek." Casey told him loudly. "You put shaving cream in the toothpaste, again! For the second time this week." A laugh escaped him, a tiny one though.
"Is that all you want?" He asked. She crossed her arms and made a face.
"I'll get you back, Derek Venturi." Casey sighed heavily, making a loud yell after before stomping out of the room. Derek smiled. Her voice saying his last name was amazing. He couldn't describe how he felt. He would think of it as butterflies.. but girls only said that. Not Derek. But he couldn't wonder why the threat was so small. Did he finally bring her over the top? His heart raced. He didn't mean it as pranks.. it was how he told someone he-
"Derek." The name calling was getting annoying to this point. His dad entered the room and Derek put on his smile.
"Hey dad," Derek greeted as he sat up. "What're you doing in here?" He knew why. But sometimes it's good to play stupid in times like these. So was sucking up. "You know, dad, you knock.. there is a sign on the door and-" It didn't work, and he didn't finish.
"Your school phoned. They're concerned. If you don't pass three of your failing classes, then you're repeating. By the end of the month you have to work harder. Me and your mom-"
"Nora MacDonald." Derek cut off. It was his turn, he hated when people cutted him off. His dad raised an eyebrow and sat on the edge of the bed. Derek knew he was going to stay there until Derek agreed. "And dad, my marks are going to get higher. It will, I prommmise." His dad looked surprised but not enough to get him out of the room. Four months to pass. With 23, merely impossible.
"I mean it, now. Starting next week no t.v until your homework is done. You're working on the table in the kitchen. No friends are coming in the house, and you're not going out. Your phone in this room is going to be disconnected then too. Do I make myself clear?" His dad asked. Derek couldn't believe it.
"Yeah.." Derek whined and looked at the door, then back at him quickly. "Can I go back to sleep now?"
"It's a Monday, so no. You're going to school. It's only 6:30. You can't be late this time cause your mo-.. Nora will rush you." George got up and headed for the door. Derek sighed and watched the door close. Mocking George for a seconds lead to nothing as he got up slowely. He got changed before grabbing his mp3 and went down the hall, and down the stairs. The instant sound of talking surrounded him as he was on the last step.
"Breakfast?" Nora asked Derek when he rubbed his right eye. He shook his head and stopped rubbing. He hated her food but he didn't tell her. His dad told him to keep that sort of stuff to himself.