Two in a Half Months ago...
"You can be a real bitch ", Derek Venturi remarked with unhidden distate yanking on the bathroom door of his New York apartment so hard it nearly fell off its hinges. The 21 year old was shirtless, and fuming with rage when he saw the source of his headache with her back turned. It was his girlfriend of 6 months, Casey Mcdonald his also almost step-sister. You'd think they'd learned from George and Nora's half- hearted attempts at dating before they decided they were better of friends.
They'd met again coincidently in college and it turned out they both still hated each other, the only thing diffrent now was that they were in a relationship. Voalitle, and reckless but a relationship nontheless. But none of that matter now because they were having one of "those days".
Derek blamed it on her menstural cycle, and she blamed it on him being a complete an utter arrogant asshole who only held disregard for his own feelings. He was the same jerk she'd had to briefly live with before her mother came to her senses. The only significant change was his bank account. They both been juniors at the University of Toronto when Derek had been recruited to play hockey professionally for some big-shot team in New York, and would be leaving Toronto indefinetly. They'd mutually decided break up over the long-distance until Derek asked her to be his actual girlfriend and move with him. At first she was reluctant about her school credits, but eventually gave in. She'd lived there most of her life, and always wanted to go to NYU. She'd agreed to everything except living together in her own "Casey" way of being independent. It'd been the happiest day of Derek's life, a professional hockey job and the girl of his dreams. Except today wasn't Derek's favorite version of Casey.
She was packing again, like she did robotically after every fight.
Casey scoffed in response ignoring the sting of his words and continued to haphazardly pack away the clothes she'd accumalated from overnight sleepovers, sick-days, or lazy sundays in her over-stuffed duffle bag and toss it across her shoulders.
"Screw you, Derek! you won't have to worry about my bitchness for much longer", she hissed bumping into him harshly on her way to the bathroom to collect various items.
Derek shot her a death glare from his sleek black dressers and tighten the towel loosely hanging from his waist after his quick shower.
"Real mature Case", he spun around to face her . "Pack your bags like you always do. Pout, kick, scream i'm not chasing you this time" Derek warned uninterestedly. Instead of having a girlfriend he felt like he'd been dating a cantankerous 5 year old.
She flailed her arms up in response.
"I didn't ask you to, I'm done this time Derek", Casey's voice screeched throughout the spacious 5th floor apartment. She was sure the older couple below them were annoyed but she could care less. Her honey brown hair had falling from its perfect bun and hung in her face while she packed with more convinction until she realized she'd let something in the bathroom.
Derek's shoulders slumped. So she was actually serious this time? His anger fizzled to a dull murmur, he didn't even remember what they were arguing for.
"Why are you overeacting, its only for three months? ", Derek barked when she tried to side-step him on her way to the bathroom he grabbed her by the elbow.
Casey pushed him with all the energy she had, which was unfortunate because he only went back an inch or two.
"You're a lying, cheating, bastard" she pushed him again when he tried to encircle his arms around her tiny waist.
Derek scoffed feeling venom corse through his veins. " And you're a homely, bookish prude-
Casey gasped as if he'd thrown cold water on him and without a backwards glance she reached up and slapped his face, hard.
'Whack'
Derek rubbed the stinging red handprint on the side of his chiseled jaw and resisted the urge call her a few more obscenities. For her hand to be so small it surely packed a punch.
When she reached up to slap him again Derek was prepared and tightly gripped her wrist while she struggled against his muscular frame trying to get free.
"Let... me...go", Casey grunted painfully when Derek pushed her onto her back with her hands chained behind her head.
His freshly showered body had dappend her olive-colored T-shirt, and the front of her jeans which only irritated her more.
"No!", Derek yelled propped in between her thighs in order to pin her down. "Not until you calm down".
Hearing the word calm made Casey want to be anything but. She hated feeling overpowered by Derek. Even though he was a striking 6'3 and she was a measly 5'3 she knew she was at a disadvantage.
Casey writhed underneath his trying her best to kick, and scream but her limbs were all being weighed down by her inconsiderate ass of a boyfriend. She was frozen, aside from her wiggling she was helpless.
Trying to compose himself Derek ignored the obvious boy reaction shooting through his lower body. Between Casey's bonafide wrapped snugly underneath him, and the way she looked incredibly sexy in the morning light Derek couldn't help but feel a little intrigued.
If she could close her mouth long enough, he reasoned.
When he zoned back in she was still screaming and struggling underneath him, oblivous to the fact that instead of pissing him off she was turning him on.
"Let me go!", Casey insisted. "You're so-
Before she could get her sentence out Derek forcefully thrashed his mouth against Casey's in a passionate, hateful kiss. At first she stiffened, her lips stood in suprise but after awhile they slumped against Derek's and moved to the back of his bare neck. Within seconds Derek had slid her shirt over her head and quickly descarded it across his suprisingly neat bedroom floors, followed by her jeans and the towel that had been around his waist. Everything else happend in a blur.
~.~
Casey woke with a start, almost positive she dreamt she'd slept with her ex-boyfriend. She couldn't have slept with him, right? She'd simply came over to the jerk's apartment to get a few things. Her hopes had diminished when she saw Derek's broad shoulder breathe in and out rhthymically. Without wasting time she peered underneath the crisp white sheets and winced when she realized she was completely naked, aside from the red bruises on her neck and inner thighs.
"Oh, no", Casey breathed wrapping the sheet around her body before quickly gathering up her sprinkled clothing before making a quick dash for the bathroom. After a quick shower she'd gathered her thoughts, and decide last night was an impulsive mistake on both their parts.
Nothing had changed, Derek was still commitment phobic and she was still relationship obsessed.
She tip-toed back inside Derek's bedroom and reached for her cell phone deposited next to Derek's arm. Cautiously reaching for it Casey gasped when Derek's hand grabbed her hand.
"Leaving so soon?" He asked with a voice that suggested he'd been woke as long as she had.
Casey adjusted her duffle and waited for Derek to slap her phone into her palm.
Derek propped himself on his elbows and ruffled his adorably messy bed-head hair out of his face wating her response.
"I meant what I said Derek... this morning changes nothing", Casey spoke somberly while she made to leave.
"So thats it, no second chance?" Derek stood up and reached for the jeans he had yet to wear.
Casey tugged her suitcase quicker when she felt the familar sting of her burning tears.
Derek closed the space in between them and tried to hug away her sadness but she quickly pushed him away.
"But I love you".
"Then leave me alone", she closed the door disapearing all at once.
Derek pounded his fist into the dry wall leaving an ugly imprint before mopily moving back to his bed. He was sure he had her back this time.
Regretfully he moved to one of his silken suitcases and lifted it revealing the tiny black box. With a sigh he opened the case revealing a sparkling, clear faced, princess cut diamond engagement ring.
Feeling his anger get the best of him Derek hurled the box across the room.
He was done.
Casey looked thoughtfully at the two hockey tickets tucked neatly in the envelope adressed to her from Derek. Apparently his team was back from Europe and were having their fist home game tonight.
"Ooooh", a voice beamed from behind her.
Casey turned to the sound of the voice and smiled faintly when she saw her best-friend and former roomate Emily.
"Can it wait?" Derek asked adjusting his black duffle bag on his shoulder and simultameously scribble his autograph on some kid's hockey puck. Casey walked reluctantly behind him and tried her best to ignore the blinding camera flashes, and anxious crowd of reporters, paparazi, and fans.
"I'm pregnant, its yours".
Derek stared blankly at his ex-girlfriend out of pure shock.