Hey guys! I know that the last chapter was too dramatic, and it was kind of rushed. But I'm new to writing stories and I get kind of carried away. Sorry 'bout that thanks to all the subscribers!

Anyways, here is the next chapter …

Chapter 2

Casey's P.O.V

"Hey doc, is she going to be alright? Or am I going to have to call my parents and get both me and her grounded?" asked a familiar voice, I think it was Derek.

"Yes, she should be alright. We just have to wait for the medications to wear off. That was some scar on her leg. It took 10 stitches actually," the doctor replied back.

"Okay, thanks doc, you can go now," Derek told the doctor and the next thing I knew, he was on the chair beside the hospital bed they laid me down in.

I sat up and looked around. On the left was Derek and on the right was a side table with a black T.V remote, and of course, in front of me was a fairly small black flat screen T.V. It smelled like pizza. I looked at my left and saw Derek eating pizza. Typical Derek.

"Oh, hey, you're awake," Derek said with his mouth full of pizza, "Okay so the doctor said we can leave in like, half an hour. You stay here while I go down to the cafeteria and watch T.V; they have a T.V in there!"

"Uh, okay, yea, go," I replied.

After he left I picked up the T.V remote and watched this movie, I don't know what it was called, but it wasn't a good movie at all. In the movie Mary's boyfriend left her for her look-a-like cousin, Stacey.

Just like Truman did to me. Just like all guys do in the end. They might not leave you for your cousin but they'll leave you for someone. They are all skirt-chasing cads.

At that I fell asleep only to be woken up again, 15 minutes later by Derek.

"Come on princess! We haven't got all day! We have to get home before dad and Nora," he told me.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" I replied.

I got out of the comfy hospital bed and wore my sweater. We made our way down the flight of stairs, correction; Derek made his way down the stairs. My leg still hurt so I couldn't really walk properly so he picked me up and went down the stairs. We got into his car and drove home.

Derek also had to carry me up to my room, poor him.

He started out the door.

"Derek!" I yelled.

"What is it now?" he asked.

"Why the hell did you actually leave? It was really sweet and odd, and very unlike you," I asked with my eyes narrowed.

"A burst of love?" he asked himself with a chuckle, "No, it was because I wanted to see what a drama queen would do in the situation."

"Don't test me Venturi," I warned.

Derek laughed and ran down stairs.

"Casey! We're home!"

It was mom. What if she asked me to come downstairs? I can't walk properly! She'll know something happened!

"Uh, I'm in my room," was all I could think of saying.

"Okay, I'm coming up!"

I covered my legs with my blanket and opened the book I was reading 'Breaking Dawn'.

"Hey Casey, I have something to tell you. Please don't freak out," she said.

"Mom… what is it?"

"Um… well, Cousin Vicky is coming over tomorrow and she is staying the rest of the year, with you, going to your high school, Harry, her stepfather, you remember, got a job here. Oh, and you know the house next to Emily's? It was on sale. And well, the bought it," she told me saying everything as cautiously as she could.

"MOM! Are you kidding me? Now Vicky is going to be in my life everyday! Why didn't you stop them! Why couldn't you stop them?"

I freaked out. It happens rarely, but when I freak out, I freak out.

"Casey, honey, calm down. I now you and Vicky have had your differences but it'll be fine," he replied.

"No mom! It won't be fine! Because Truman loves her! He broke up with me and told me he loves her!" I sobbed.

"I'm so sorry, Casey. I couldn't do anything about it. I'm sorry. They made the decision 1 month before I found out. I'm so sorry," she told me.

My mom got up and exited my room. I immediately picked up the phone and called Vicky.

"Hello?" Vicky said.

"Yea, hi, it's Casey. You know we are going to live 1 house away from each other and we're going to be going to the same high school? So I think we should fix everything now so we don't fight when you get here." I said.

"Oh, um, well there's nothing to figure out, I was mean to you all your life because I was jealous and I'm really sorry. I know we were never really friends but I think we should become friends, I mean best friends." She replied.

I was so shocked. I mean, is this really icky Vicky? She was jealous… of me? If anything I should be jealous of her. She has nice clothing, nice hair, and no brothers. She has…. Truman. Us? Best friends? It's kind of hard to imagine. We've been enemies since, since forever!

"Uh, yea I think we should become friends, I mean best friends. Um… I kind of got to go though. Bye," I told her as quickly as I could, and without another word I hung up.

Best friends? Like that was ever going to happen. Although, I would like to become best friends with Vicky. It just can't be done. We just don't get along. We are two completely different people. It's a wonder why we look alike.

Hey guys, believe me this story is going to get better, and there are gong to be some… unexpected, surprises. So I should have the next chapter up in a few days. I would appreciate it if you gave me some ideas on some things to put into the story

Thanks guys, I luv u!

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