A/N: I know there are some mistakes, but try your best to ignore them. Too lazy to edit these days lol. Anyway, RR! Enjoy!

Casey's first week on the job passed quickly and before she knew it, mid-terms were on the horizon. One day as she sat in the teachers' lounge grading papers, the principal called her on the over-head intercom. She was to report to his office immediately, so she gathered all her things and walked over to his office, which was about a two minute tread.

She knocked on the solid wooden door and heard a faint, "Come in."

There in the quaint office sat Principal Roger, Derek Venturi and another man who appeared to be the boy's father.

The man sitting next to Derek was wearing a navy blue suit and long beige trench coat with black leather gloves. His hair was blond and didn't resemble the boy really; he had lighter skin and a more lanky build. His features appeared to be tired and agitated at the same time.

"Please, sit down, Miss Mcdonald," Roger said in a friendly manner.

Casey took the only unoccupied seat which was next to Derek. "Mister Venturi," she said shortly.

The young boy and older man just nodded at her.

"What's going on?" Casey asked nonchalantly.

Roger began, "Well, it seems Derek here, is failing your class. I'm sorry if this is a bad time for you, but Mister George Venturi is a very busy man."

Casey glanced at the older man and he quickly winked at her which everyone in the room noticed. She focused back on the principal and replied, "No, I was just grading."

"Is there any extra-curricular activities that Derek can do in between hockey practices?" George Venturi asked in concern.

"There is tutoring after school," Casey began but George interrupted.

"I'm afraid that won't do, it would interfere with hockey."

"What about on the weekends?" Casey inquired.

George shook his head, "Derek trains on the weekends."

She sighed, she really didn't want to do this, but she was running out of options. "What if I tutor him? After hockey practice I'll meet him in my homeroom for one hour."

Derek smirked at the idea.

Roger glanced at Derek, then back at George. "Will that work for the both of you?"

"What do you think Derek?" George asked the 17 year old.

The youth shrugged and replied, "It'll work." He looked over at Casey and shot her a half-grin.

She just looked away at George and then at the principal. "Great, so that settles it then."

"Yes, it does," George stood up and as he shook Casey's hand he said, "Thank you for your time, Miss Mcdonald."

She nodded.

"Thank you for your time, principal," said George before signaling Derek to follow him out the door.

Casey sighed and wondered what she had gotten herself in to. Was this some sort of trap? George couldn't possibly be helping Derek in trying to seduce her, could he?

The following day after all her classes were finished, Casey graded papers in her homeroom as she awaited Derek's arrival. She kept glancing at her wrist watch realizing that it was only making time go by slower. She sighed impatiently.

"Hey Miss Mcdonald, sorry I'm late, I had to shower real quick," Derek said as he took a seat at the seat closest to her desk and the chalkboard.

Casey decided that since she wasn't on the clock she changed in to some boot-cut jeans which hugged her curves marvelously and black ballet flats. Her hair was down in its natural wavy splendor although she still needed her black framed glasses. She also wore a navy pull-over sweatshirt which had the logo of her alma-mater on it.

Derek on the other hand was dressed in his usual attire, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket and sneakers. His hair still looked a bit wet from his shower.

"Just try not to make it a habit," Casey said as she handed him a worksheet.

Towards the end of the hour, Derek went off topic and asked, "So is there anyone special in your life right now, Miss Mcdonald?"

Casey glanced at him sternly and replied, "No, not at the moment. What about you?"

"Yeah," he began.

She corrected him, "Yes."

"Yes, I do," he said almost in annoyance. "We've been dating for three months now."

Casey's eyes were focused on the papers in front of her as she replied, "Oh, a whole three months ay." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Miss Mcdonald, I really appreciate you doing this for me," Derek said seemingly sincere.

She peered at him as she leaned against the front of her desk and smiled softly, "Hey, I'm glad I could be here for you at this time."

"You must think I'm an idiot for not being able to comprehend the materials," Derek looked down at his hands before he paused for a moment then stood up and walked up to her.

"Stop it," she said firmly. "I don't think you're an idiot, Mister Venturi…"

He interceded, "Please, call me Derek."

"I'd rather not," Casey replied as he continued to get uncomfortably close.

"Why not?" he gazed in to her pools of blue and studied her for a moment.

She responded, "Because I'm your teacher, Mister Venturi."

A bit confused he asked, "So we can't be friends?"

She gently pushed him back and said, "Of course we can be friends."

"So then why can't you call me by my first name?" he ran a hand through his brown locks and continued to stare in to her eyes.

Casey had to look away and walk behind her desk, "It's a little too informal for me."

That charming half-grin graced his features once more as he said, "Okay Miss Mcdonald, I'll respect that." He shouldered his gym bag and back pack. "I'll see you tomorrow."

After Derek had left Casey plopped herself in to the wooden seat and heaved a sigh of relief. She took off her glasses and placed them on to the desk before sitting straight up. He was definitely charming and obviously had a crush on her. He didn't act like all the other high school boys, but she had to remember that he is just a kid and must keep the upper hand on him. She most certainly wasn't going to let some high schooler put the moves on her and she wouldn't fall in to the clutches of the Venturi family. What were the father and son plotting?