Casey's P.O.V
"Der-ek!" I exclaimed once the door to my room was opened. Without looking up, I knew who it was. It was Derek Venturi. My step-brother. He was an annoying jerk who loved to bother me, "What do you want?" I asked once I turned to look at him. He smirked. I hated that smirk so much, words couldn't describe how much I hated it.
"Spacey, can I borrow your pen?" He asked politely. I was clearly shocked. Derek Polite NEVER! I knew he was up to something, "How about… no." I answered back, shooting him a glare, "Why not?" He asked. Did he have to ask? I mean, why would I let him borrow my pen? Besides, when I want to borrow something from him, he says no, so this time; I'm just doing what he does to me, "Because I said so."
"Fine, can I borrow your pencil?"
"No."
"Eraser?"
"No."
"Calculator?"
"No."
"Money?"
"Hell no."
"You're mean."
"N- I mean, thanks."
Without saying anything else, he left my room, slamming the door. Just as I was about to finish up my book report, the door to my room opened, "Paper?" Derek said. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the pillow from my bed. I threw it right at Derek's head, hoping it would hit it, but sadly he closed the door on time, causing the pillow to hit the door.
"Are you trying to murder me?" I heard him yell from the other side of the door.
"No, I'm just trying to kill you." I rolled my eyes and got up to get my pillow from the floor.
"I'll remember this Spacey."
"Glad you are." I replied back, sarcastically.