Icky Vicky's fault Chapter 2, a life with derek fanfic

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! I was just kinda busy studying for exams... I still am! But I thought that maybe it was time to actually update for once... It's Casey' POV again. btw, did you notice that they're actually talking to you, the readers?

I felt a little calm after ruining Derek's equipment, and his pants. I sniggered after shutting the door, cherishing that moment of truth when I actually poured the water. His expression had been priceless. Then again, it quickly turned from shock to anger, so I decided it would be wise to lay low for a while.

I sneaked off to Marti and Lizzie's room, and found Marti dancing around in a fairy costume, her toy moose in one hand. Lizzie wasn't in the room, probably with Edwin sneaking around in a closet or something, coming up with spy missions. I know, aren't they just cute?

I sat down by Marti and picked up her colouring book.

"Hey Marti," I said. "What're you doing?"

"Being a moose." Then she made a mooing noise, like a cow.

"But Marti, a moose doesn't moo," I told her.

"Yes they do. Smerek told me so." And she continued to moo, making her toy fly everywhere.

"Well, Derek is wrong. A moose doesn't moo," I insisted.

"Then what does it say?" she challenged.

"Umm…" I trailed, uncertain for the actual noise that moose made. Instead of answering, I used her short attention span as a tool and pulled out her crayons and colouring book.

"Look Marti, a picture of a moose. Isn't it pretty?" I asked, while colouring in the antlers a light shade of brown. The crayon was snatched out of my hand.

"That's not how you do it," she said, dropping the toy moose on the ground. She chose a bright orange instead, and began to work on colouring the most of the moose's face with it, jagged orange lines coming out of the lines.

I smiled, and congratulated on my success in distracting Marti. Now I could think in peace, only half-paying attention to my stepsister.

It had hurt—though I had no clue why—when Derek had acted so cold toward me. Of course, I had been cold to him too, but that was expected of me. I mean, I think…

Victoria had always been the malicious one, treating me with a sickly sweetness at every turn, telling nasty rumours about me in every hallway. But I'd thought that we'd made up in my room, when she was crying and we were hugging, and all the apologies… I guess I thought wrong. She'd had the nerve to go and kiss my stepbrother right after our compromise.

As I thought this, Marti and I were confronted by a soft knock on the door.

"Smarti?"

I froze. It was Derek, obviously wanting payback for his ruined equipment. I decided to play it cool and continue in faking interest in Marti's drawings. It wasn't that hard to; Marti was creating a beautiful monstrosity of a creature with every colour under the sun.

I also continued to ignore him, even as I felt him sit down beside me, warmth radiating from his body.

"Whatcha doing, Smarti?"

"I'm making mooses."

"Sweetie," I said, "The plural form of moose is still moose, not mooses."

"But Smerek said it's funnier if it's mooses. Right, Smerek?"

"Right, Smarti." I could feel his triumphant smirk directed at me.

He leaned forward to see the drawing better, and I could see him clearly. His hair was tousled and his sleeves were rolled up. My guess was that this was the last place he'd checked for me.

He began drawing a few more antlers on the moose's head, in neon green. Marti just watched him admiringly. Now the antlers were almost as large as the moose itself.

"Swizzle," he said to Marti, a slow smile emerging on his face. "Look, Smarti, can I borrow Casey for a sec? I need to talk about grownup stuff." His eyes turned toward me, and I could see that there was no warmth to be found there.

I gulped. Please say no, please say no, please…

"Sure, Smerek!" Damn that girl and her bond with Derek!