Chapter two, just like #one of Drunk, has been edited. If you don't like any of the changes I'm sorry. I'm trying to keep most of the original story in there. If you have any questions or concerns leave a review and I will try and respond as fast as I can. c;
Disclaimer: LWD does not belong to me.
The first things Derek felt when he woke up was a massive headache and a massive boner. He laid there for a moment, trying to recall why exactly he felt the way he did. His mouth was dry and cotton-like and his head felt swollen. Plus, he couldn't remember how the hell he had gotten home! As soon as he realized he had blacked out, he groaned. This, in all his years of drinking, had never happened before. So why now? Derek had only minutes to contemplate before he felt the contents of his stomach start to come up.
Thanking God that someone had put a trashcan right next to his bed the night before, Derek emptied his stomach. Soon after he was done puking he discovered the glass of water and aspirin sitting on his nightstand, along with a condom. How the hell...? Derek didn't spend long contemplating their origins. He was just content at the thought of relief from the major headache he was sporting.
As soon as the aspirin kicked in Derek was up and heading to the bathroom for a much needed shower. While he cleaned the sweat and smell of cheap alcohol from his body he began to think. If there was one thing Derek Venturi was good at it was handling his liquor. So there really was no explanation for the lack of memory regarding the night before. The last thing he could recall was dancing with a pretty, if not completely dumb, blonde from his English class.
Getting out of the shower, Derek checked his appearance in the foggy mirror. His eyes had dark circles underneath and his lips were swollen and red. He looked a mess. Before he could examine himself further there was a loud knock on the door, causing him to freeze.
"Edwin! Are you in there? I need to take a shower so get out!" The shrill voice of his step-sister filled his ears, making him wince. He groaned at the thought of having to deal with Casey with his head pounding. The nausous feeling was beginning to come back.
Making sure his signature smirk was perfectly in place, Derek swung the bathroom door open, coming face to face with a startled Casey.
"Nope, just me, princess," he said, wondering why her face had suddenly become so red.
"What's wrong Spacey? You look like a tomato," he said, his smirk never leaving his lip's. Like he had suddenly turned a switch, Casey was glaring at him, eye's narrowed.
"What's wrong? Are you serious right now, you jerk! You're what's wrong. You don't remember anything, do you?" she shot out, her face red from anger now and not embarrassment. Derek stood there, dumbfounded. Casey, tired of Derek's silence and thoughtful look, mumbled something and pushed past him, her arm brushing his bare stomach. Casey felt her insides clench as she came in contact with a naked, wet Derek.
"What do you know?" Derek's voice interruptered her thoughts just as she was about to close the door to the bathroom.
"What are you talking about?" she replied, feigning innocence. Casey suddenly found herself pinned against a wall by Derek, again. She felt his hard on pushing into her hip and the feeling wasn't entirely unpleasant. Something about this position seems very familiar. She almost laughed then but as soon as she caught the glint in Derek's eyes she sobered up.
"I'm not playing games Case. I don't like not being in control. I wanna know what happened last night, and you're gonna tell me what you know," he told her, and she gulped, definitely not liking his tone of voice.
"I have no idea where you were last night, Derek. And frankly, I don't really care," she lied.
"You're lying Casey," Derek retorted, smirking. She sighed. Leave it to him to know exactly when she wasn't telling the truth. Then again she was a terrible liar.
"Maybe I am. Tell me, how bad do you wanna know what happened last night?" she questioned, tilting her head to the side. Derek's eyes narrowed in annoyance. He would not be blackmailed.
"No way Case. I don't play those games. I'm gonna know what happened last night one way or another," he said to her, smirking as he leaned in closer. If she could, she would have backed away. Too bad she was pressed against a wall.
"Let go of me," she pleaded.
"I don't thinks so. Tell me what I want to know Casey," he whispered in her ear. Casey could feel his hot breath on her neck, causing her to shiver. And yeah, Derek definitely noticed. She had to stop this before it got out of hand.
Casey pushed at Derek's chest with all her might. It resulted in him stumbling (only stumbling!) backwards, giving her just enough room to slam the door shut, right in his face. Derek stood there for a moment, before he began to snicker.
That's how Lizzie and Edwin found him. Standing in front of the bathroom door, laughing, in just a towel. They shared a glanced and grimaced. Was this really normal, teenage behavior?
Sam
Sam's phone went off as he finished his third round of Babe Raider and he sighed with contempt. Like Derek, he was also sporting quite the hangover.
"Hello?" he answered, setting his controller next to him on the couch.
"Sam? It's Derek. I need answers." Sam frowned. Derek? He couldn't believe Derek was even awake, much less speaking coherently.
"What are you talking about Derek?" he asked, remembering the question.
"I have no idea what happened last night. I have a feeling I messed up bad." Sam almost laughed. He had lost track of Derek around 2 am and didn't want to think of the shenanigans his friend had gotten up to.
"What the fuck happened last night?" he repeated his question, growing increasingly frustrated from Sam's lack of explanation.
"I don't know if I'm the right person to tell you that," he stated slowly. He definitely wasn't the right person.
"Like hell you aren't! Sam, I need to know. I'm begging you." He really was desperate. Derek, begging. That wasn't something you heard often...or ever.
"Sorry buddy. It's not that I won't, it's that I can't. Try someone else." Sam was usually a very patient guy but he had his own hangover to deal with. At least my memory's intact.
"Who, then?" Derek moaned into the phone.
"Try your sister. You know, Casey."
"Step sister, and why?" he asked, his voice taking on sharp edge that made Sam sigh in annoyance.
"I mean I knew Casey had something to do with it, but why should she know the whole thing?"
"I got a text from her, wondering where you were. By then I was on my way home and I had no idea where you had gone, and that's what I told her. She might have caught up to you eventually though." Knowing Casey, she has definitely caught up to him.
"Sam, did she help me out?" the word 'help' came out strangled, and now Sam couldn't hold back the chuckles.
"I really have no idea, buddy. Good luck. Oh hey, I just remembered something. Emily was at the party we were at. She might know something too. I'm betting she stayed longer than me and I know she has the biggest crush on you, man. So you might want to-" Sam stopped talking as he realized Derek had hung up on him. He had been talking to himself. Wonderful.
"Good luck," Sam murmured again. He really didn't envy Derek.
Neither do I, Sam. Neither do I. Hee.
A/N: So this is my edited version of chapter two. Also, I would like to point out that I know where this story is going, for the most part. I'm actually quite proud that I have a kind of plan for this cause when I was working on it a while back I was really just making the story up as I went along. SO my updates should start coming back after I get all this editing done with. One more chapter left. Huzzah! Also, if you have any feeback I would love to hear it in a review. Thanks for reading.
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