It's Not Like That

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I Didn't Mean to Smell Her Hair

I don't have feelings for Casey. At least not the way people think. Things just keep happening that suggest otherwise. I swear.

Maybe I should start from the beginning. It's all Edwin's fault. Maybe if he wasn't born, I wouldn't be in this situation. I was sleeping at the time, so I'm not exactly sure what happened, but this is pretty much what I get from he told me later on. He had to borrow a lamp for a school project for something or other. Don't ask. I didn't. Anyway, he came into my room to get the lamp and while he was trying to unplug it, he ended up unplugging my alarm clock. Even though he did plug it back in, the stupid clock reset.

So you can pretty much guess what happened. I was late for school. Usually, that wouldn't bother me. I get an extra hour or two of sleep, and I miss my first class. But, unfortunately, the vice principle 'frowns upon missing important classes that will help my future.' His words, not mine.

For punishment, he gave me detention and TOOK AWAY MY IPOD! That's just a sin against all that is holy. I argued, I pleaded. How would I live through the day without it? I don't remember not having an ipod in school. I know there was a time when I didn't, but I don't remember how I got through the day. I had gotten so use to it being around. Sure, I was allowed to pick it up after detention, but that was not the point.

So that day was torture. The minutes seemed to drag on. Casey noticed that I didn't have my ipod of course, and found it highly amusing that someone took it away.

So, later that day, after detention, I headed to the office to get my ipod back. I knocked on the vice principle's door and he called me in. When I asked for it back however, I got some shocking news.

"Casey came by to pick it up for you," he told me. The expression on my face must have changed because he asked, "She is you stepsister, right?"

"Yeah," I said, trying to look like it was perfectly fine for Casey to come by and pick my stuff up for me. "See you around." And I ran from the office.

At home, I ran upstairs, not saying anything back when Marti cried, "SMEREK!"

"Everything alright," Nora asked as I wizzed past her.

"Yeah," I called down the stairs, "Everything's just fine."

I knocked on Casey's door and waited impatiently for her to open the door. She finally did and smiled brightly at me.

"Yes Derek?" She asked in a sweet voice. I pushed past her into her room.

"Where's my ipod?" I started searching her desk.

"Hey," she said, pushing me away, "Don't touch my stuff."

"You took my ipod," I told her encrediously. I couldn't believe she was being so hypocriticle.

"That doesn't give you the right to search my room. You just have to ask for it."

"Yeah right," I scoffed. I noticed that she had moved over slightly so she was standing in front of her bookshelves. I walked up to her and tried to move her out of the way without hurting her. She wouldn't move. I could see my ipod on the shelf behind her. I reached for it.

"No," Casey said, pushing my arm out of the way. "I want you to do something for me first."

I laughed. "I'm not doing anything for you."

"Then you don't get your ipod back."

I stared at her without an expression on my face for a few seconds. Then I quickly reached behind her. She reached up to grab my arm but I was expecting that. With my left hand, I grabbed her wrists and with my right I reached behind her and took my ipod. I smelled her hair as I did so. Not on purpose. Her hair just got in the way. I'm serious, stop looking at me like that.

I smirked at her. "Thanks Case," I said, holding up the ipod and walking out of her room.

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Later that night, I was complaining to Sam about Casey. That's when I made the realization. The scent of Casey's hair was familiar.

"And she has the nerve to use my shampoo," I said.

"How do you know she uses you shampoo?"

"I smelled her hair," I answered, without thinking.

"You smelled her hair?" Sam asked. I stopped pacing around my room and looked at him.

That didn't come out right, did it? "I mean, as I inhaled, her hair got in my face."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Right," he said in a voice that made me think he didn't completely believe me, "Well I gotta go. My parents want me home soon."

"Alright," I replied, "I'll see you tomorrow."

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A/n This one was kinda short. I'm hoping I'll be able to make them longer. REVIEW!