A/N: Second Chapter is up. Now you can review more! I also would like to thank everyone who took the time to review. Much love to you all! :D Anyway, Enjoy!

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'Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep…' Casey awoke to the alarm clock which was programmed on her phone and she didn't feel rested at all, not even close. She had a hard time falling asleep on that poor excuse for a bed. She stood up and stretched out her stiff muscles, then she looked at the clock at her bedside table it read six o' clock. Great she would barely have half an hour to warm up before class, still she tried to think positive. She tried to stay loyal to her morning routine, but found herself just getting frustrated. Okay, she had to admit she wasn't very good at adjusting to change. Time had passed and it was already seven o' clock, she should be down trying to catch a cab by then, but she was still in her room fixing her hair and rummaging through her suitcases to find her ballet clothes and clothes to go over them. She had no choice but to do a half ass job of her hair and make-up, then she rushed out to the elevator, down to the lobby. As she made her hurried way out managed to bid Mister Eduardo good-bye and whistled for a taxi. In a matter of a few minutes a yellow car pulled up to her and she hopped in. She told the driver an address and the car pulled away from the curb with the screech of the tires.

Oh God, my head… Man, I drank too much last night. Had a horrible nightmare too, Derek thought as he lazily stood out of bed. He walked out to the clean kitchen. Looks like the maid came. He opened a cabinet by the stainless steel fridge and took out a box of cereal, then he opened the stainless steel dishwasher and retrieved a bowl and a spoon. Last gourmet ingredient, He opened the fridge. Milk, he poured some cereal and milk into the bowl and began to eat it clumsily. Wonder what's on the tube, he walked into his living room where his nice comfy leather furniture was and sat down. There was a digital remote half the size of a lap top that turned on the television, but he obviously had the hang of it for he was just flipping through random channels when finally he came to MTV and saw his latest music video playing. Ooo… Me TV, He thought as he crunched on some more Captain Crunch cereal. God, Can't stop thinking about that dream, it felt so real, He thought tuning out the TV for a moment. He then had a very puzzled look on his face. No… It couldn't be… I couldn't have… Did I? He put the bowl down on his glass coffee table and made his way to the guest room. Please don't let it be true, please don't let it be true, please don't let it be true, He slowly opened the door to the room and saw the most horrible thing in the world; Casey's suitcases. Oh God, what did I get myself into?

Meanwhile Casey was at her studio giving private lessons to a young girl named, Monica. She had dark skin and curly brown hair, and was dressed in a pink tights, a leotard and ballet slippers. They were working on Releve's, which was just basically rising off the floor to your toes. They had already done an intense thirty minute lesson together they were just cooling down.

"You're progressing very well, Monica," Casey complimented the nine year old girl as they sat on the dance floor waiting for the young girl's mother to pick her up.

"Thanks, Miss Mcdonald," She said politely as she took off her ballet shoes and put on some sneakers. "Do you think I'll be ready for the recital in December?"

Casey smiled and assured her, "I think you'll be more than ready."

There was a short silence before Monica said, "You look tired Miss Mcdonald, more than usual."

"I didn't get enough sleep last night."

"Why?" The innocent young girl just gazed in to Casey's cobalt eyes in concern.

"You really wanna know?" She scooted closer to Monica.

The girl nodded eagerly.

So Casey explained everything in the simplest way a nine year old could understand. From the lake in her apartment to the rock she had to sleep on the previous night, oh yeah and not to mention Derek and his lack of manners.

After the ballet instructor was done talking Monica just stared at her for a moment or two. Casey laughed and said, "I know… Trust me."

"And I thought losing a tooth was hard," Monica muttered.

Casey laughed as the little girl giggled also.

"You're a good little friend Monica," Casey said with a smile.

"I know," She glanced at the studio door and saw her mother waiting outside on her cellphone. "Well, my mom's here, I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Mcdonald."

Casey bid her good-bye and stood up, it was only four o' clock and her last student of the day couldn't make so she decided to work on the choreography for the play in December. It was being sponsored by the thirty something parents that have paid for their kid to take lessons from her. She was nervous about pleasing the parents, and hoped that she wouldn't lose any students but gain more. She stood in front of the mirror and began to put ballet dance steps together, expressing her emotions through her body. Nervousness was expressed, frustration, anger and then she calmed down. He whole body covered with sweat, she laid on the floor of her studio to catch her breathe. What did I get myself into?

The door to Derek's apartment opened and he heard it. He just continued to get himself ready for the 'social gathering' he was having. He sprayed on some cologne and growled at himself in the mirror. He then made his way into the kitchen and bumped in to Casey.

"Sorry, just getting a bottle of water," She said not all that sincere. Before she could walk out into the hallway Derek stopped her by grabbing her wrist. "What?" she said in annoyance.

"Those are for the guests," He said fixing the cuffs of his dark blue collar shirt.

"What guests?" She asked in dread.

"I'm having a little get-together tonight," He replied walking to the bar area which was in the living room.

Casey followed. "You got to be fucking kidding me," she was obviously pissed off. "Unlike some people, I have to be up early in the morning, I have work."

"Oh boo-hoo… Don't worry I'll try to muffle the pleasured cries a little," he grinned slyly at her.

She glared at him and as she poked him said, "Something's never change."

"What's wrong, sis, don't tell me you already want to leave," he stepped closer to her.

"I'm not gonna make it that easy," she gazed at him with fire in her eyes, stormed off to her room and slammed the door.

An hour or two passed as Casey laid in bed tossing and turning not only because that it felt like she was laying on a stone mattress, but because all she heard was loud music, squeaking of-she was guessing Derek's-bed, and female moans mixed with laughter. Stay calm, just stay calm, don't do anything stupid, Casey Mcdonald, just try to fall asleep. The moans got louder.

"Oh yeah, baby, faster!"

"You like that don't you?" she heard Derek say.

"Oh yes, Fuck me!"

Oh hell no, fuck this. She had enough of this, it was almost midnight and she was in need of some sleep and fast. Casey got out of bed and made her way up to Derek's door, then she began to bang on it non-stop. The banging went on for a few minutes before it flew open and out stepped Derek in his silk robe.

"What do you want?" He said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, if only you could hear how loud you're being," she said just as angry. "I thought you would have developed some respect by now."

"Respect… For you? HA!" He said crossing his arms.

Her eyes narrowed as the anger grew inside of her. "You know what? That's it…" She pushed him aside and walked in to Derek's room with her hand over her face she did not want to see naked bodies. "Okay, whatever your name is, party is over. I'm trying to sleep, because I have work in the morning so get the fuck out!"

She saw glimpses of the woman getting dressed and hurriedly rushed out of the apartment. Derek just stared at Casey in her purple flannel pajamas and pink slippers. He was almost in shock.

"You're going to pay for that," he said obviously trying to stay calm.

"Bring it, bro," She said right in his face, she then walked back to her room, slammed the door and hopped back into bed. Finally, some peace and quiet…

Suddenly she heard blaring music from his room which was right next to hers; she was so startled by it that she fell off the bed. She stood up quickly and stormed back over to his room. 'Bang, Bang, Bang…'

"Der-ek, you are so inconsiderate!" She exclaimed through the music. "Lower that goddamn ruckus you call music!"

He opened the door and stepped out in front of her. "When did Casey Mcdonald become such a potty mouth?" He mused crossing his arms.

Casey rolled her eyes, the music was lower but she was sure she could still hear it in her room. She absolutely hated that he still knew how to get under her skin.

"Remember the house rule?" He said backing her into the wall. "You stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours?" He raised his voice, "Well, you broke the rule! Now, you're paying the consequence!"

She gazed up at him with her piercing blue eyes and backed him up against his door saying, "God, everything has to be your way, right? Your house, your rules am I right? Well I am sick of your bullshit! I'm sick of being pushed around by you! I've had it! Either you turn off that fucking stereo of yours or I'm throwing it out the window!" Man, I am a potty mouth… But he just pushes my buttons… She thought angrily.

Derek stared at her long enough to realize that she was serious. "Wow, Case, that was the first time you stood up to me like that," he said almost as if he were proud of her.

Casey sighed calming herself down. "Are you going to let me sleep?"

He nodded and murmured, "Yeah."

"Thank you," she said in relief and made her way back to her bedroom. She hopped back in to bed and heard the music turn off. It stayed quiet through out the rest of the night. I think I finally got through to him…