A/N: I'm sorry about my long absence. I don't really have much of an explanation for it. I'd like to thank my new beta. If, though, someone out there would like to help me develop my stories, rather than fix grammar and spelling mistakes, please, leave your contact and I will send you a proposal.

I could tell she was preparing for the worst as I dragged her into my room. Her bravado had disappeared, leaving a very frightened Casey. I decided to make the best of the situation.

I practically flung her on my bed, and closed the door with a pronounced "click."

Then I turned around slowly, with a slow smile. She attempted to look into my eyes with defiance, but cast them down quickly after she met mine. Most likely because they were filled with anger.

"Let me explain, Derek."

"Go ahead, Casey. Nobody's here to stop you." Or me, I silently added.

"Well, IwasjustangryatVickyforkissingyourightafterwehadahearttoheart,whichwasobviouslyyourwork,whichI'mthankfulfor,andIdon'tknowwhythatis,butIactedirrationallyandI'msorryforruiningyourequipment."

Huh?

"Repeat that, just a little slower, wouldja Case?"

"I was just angry at Vicky for kissing you right after we had a heart to heart, which was obviously—I'll just cut to the chase. I'm sorry. I acted irrationally and I'm sorry for ruining your stuff," she said, gesturing to my still fizzing VCR. "I truly am."

"It's alright," I said coolly.

"What?" She looked dumbstruck.

"Of course, there's going to be compensation, for the damages on my VCR and the tape…"

"What kind of compensation?" she looked afraid to ask. Of course, she had every right to be. After all, I was Derek, master of the house, and what Derek wants, Derek gets.

"Just a small fee…you know, because you've ruined my filmmaking equipment…" I trailed off, watching her suffer under my gaze. She squirmed, as if an internal struggle was taking place. To my disappointment, she didn't start to shake violently, or roll her eyes up. Instead, she stopped squirming, and asked, "What kind of fee?"

"That VCR was 600 bucks, you know. It ain't cheap." So I exaggerated the price a little. Okay, a lot. So sue me. Actually, don't.

"Fine. I'll pay you 600 dollars. In fact, I'll give it to you right now."

Whoa. This girl had that kind of money and I didn't know about it until now? Why is that?

"No. You don't pay me with your money. You pay me with your services."

I gave her a smug smile. Popping my collar, I said, "You do remember the last time you served me, don't you?"

I definitely did. Bossing Casey around was pretty fun, seeing her grovel and follow my every order… Good times…

"Now the terms are like this…"

I couldn't believe it. This was slave labour. Slave labour! And I had to suffer it all because of Vicky. Icky Vicky.

I was to call him 'master' when our parents weren't around, and attend to his every need, from washing his hockey equipment to getting him a drink in the middle of the night. Oh God, that boy frustrates me so much! But not as much as Victoria. She's made it to my top-to-kill list now. Top three, at least. At least.

Why me? Why?

And don't you dare say it's my fault. Vicky was acting through me, I swear. She made me break his machine, and she got me into this mess…

Everyday, he's going to pay me 20 dollars. That means I'd be working for him for 30 days! A whole month! Oh God, how did I get myself into this mess?

Don't answer that.

He had me write up a contract, too.

Now excuse me while I go and scream my lungs out into my pillow.