It started out with a smirk, then a grin, and then a full on hysterical laughing fit.
"Y..You mean to tell me that you want to set up miss goody two shoes who thinks
'living dangerously' means not filling out the bonus question on a test with someone
who plans on spending his near future on death row. No offense Ken but I'm pretty
sure they have nothing in common."
Derek literally heaved her off his right leg and lept twords the kitchen to make a
sandwich. He found the bologna, solomie, turkey, mozzerella cheese, cheddar
cheese, ketchup, pickles, mustard, and some green olives for that certain kick and
piled in on a sub. He had not failed to notice a certain 'if looks could kill' stare baring
down on him. He took a bite of his sub and reached back into the fridge to grab one
of his dad's beers. George rarely drank but he did keep emergency alcohol on hand
incase Nora jumped down his throat. Derek found that his goofy father might be
smarter than he let on.
They seemed to be having a staring contest as he downed half of the drink. His head
began to feel a little fuzzy but not nearly enough for what was to come.
"Derek." Shit. She used his actual name. Bad news.
He chewed...and chewed...and chewed some more. It was clear what she was waiting
for. For him to speak first. I wonder if she'll notice if I take another bite, he wondered
as the inevitable swallowing happened.
"I just don't see why it has to be Casey," he began in a voice that sounded nothing
like his own.
Kendra looked at him in suspicion. "I just mean that someone more like Tiffany or
Brit might be more Eric's speed. Do you honestly think that he'll have anything in
common with Spacey. She'll just sit by the lake reading a book or getting ready for
finals that are three months away and not to mention...I can't stand her and dont
relish the thought of spending my March Break anywhere near her annoyingness."
"It's not like I plan on throwing them an engagement party when we get home, Darey,
but I know that Casey has been pretty depressed since her and Max split. Maybe this
is just the kick she needs to get out of her funk."
"What about Casey being in a funk," Nora just happened to pick that moment to
enter the kitchen.
"Derek and I have been talking and we thought that bringing Casey with us to the
lake would really help her deal with the whole Max thing."
Derek smirked to himself. Nora would never let her precious Casey go anywhere
without her. "That doesn't sound like too bad of an idea."
"Say what?" Derek squeaked.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Nora scolded. "And I think Casey getting out of the
house for awhile will do her good. Don't get me wrong. If there is one thing that I
have always admired about Casey is her work ethic but if she doesn't get out and
have a little fun she'll drive herself mad...and the rest of us," she added quitely.
"That's what Derek and I were just saying, right Darey?"
He failed to answer which gave him a nasty elbow to the ribs. "Right."
"So it's cool if she comes?"
"I don't see why not." Nora shrugged her approval.
"Great! Then I'll just run upstairs and tell her to get packed," Kendra started to run
up the stairs that connected to the laundrey room off of the kitchen. "Tootles, Nora,"
"Tootles," Nora said back with the shake of her head and grinned. "She sure is
something, Derek."
"Yup."
How was he going to do this? It was suppose to be a week full of skiing, sex, and
hockey. Now he was going to be stuck with the one person he couldn't stand above
all else. Her screeching "D-EREK" and her plan rudeness were the only future he
could now grasp.
Contrary to what others might think, he didn't really hate Casey. He could't hate the
only person who challenged him above all else. Respect. That's what he had for her.
She crawled beneath his skin like no other. He hated having her around yet searched
her out every chance he got. She was witty and he loved to hear the next words
out of her mouth, which he would never admit to anyone.
He barely admitted that to himself silently in his own head.
It was a pain in the ass to admit that the only reason he came onto icky vicky, Casey's
cousin, a year ago was because they were related and he had hoped for half of the
fire that Spacey threw his way. She had been nothing like her. A total flake and
complete bitch. I guess some would call Casey that too but she wasn't malicious.
Vicky had looked like her and that was it.
Maybe his next girl will be a spit-fire. He could only hope.