A/N Man, I suck at this whole update more frequently thing. Ok, so, sorry for the wait. I do have more of it written, I just hadn't typed it up. Thank you all for your patience. Here's chapter 3, and prepare for cliché!:

"If you'd like to eat, I'd suggest" Derek imitated in a high-pitched voice.

"I have to admit Derek, you took it too far this time. Casey's been trying to be civil while Nora and dad are you, and-" Derek stuffed a piece of his pancakes into Edwin's open mouth as he spoke, and Edwin immediately spat it out.

"That's gross!" he exclaimed as Derek raised an eyebrow at him, "but you had it coming."

Lizzie nodded, "And she's been taking a lot better care of us than you have."

"Oh yeah. Casey does a great job of looking after you guys with whatshisname's tongue down her throat"

"Ew! Smerrick! No potty talk at the table!" Marty exclaimed.

"Sorry, Smarty" Derek sighed.

"Whatever. You're just jealous," Edwin continued, popping another forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

"Jealous of whatshisname?" Derek snorted. "I feel sorry for the poor bastard. He's the one who has to touch Casey, I mean-"

"- Actually Derek," Lizze interrupted. "We think you're jealous of Casey."

"What with your slow line of action, Casey's kind of moved into your territory of the family 'player'"

"I'll have you know I've had plenty of offers" Derek replied, moving to the garbage to scrape his mangled pancakes off his plate. "I just haven't taken anyone up on it."

"Sure," Edwin laughed as Derek made his own way up the stairs.

He wasn't lying. He'd been asked out a good six or seven times since summer had begun, but he just wasn't interested.

While walking to his room, Derek collided with Casey, clad only in a towel.

"Der-ek!"

"Ahh!" He shouted.

"Watch where you're going!" She shouted back.

Derek felt his entire face go red as he examined her quickly from head to toe. "Yeah… sorry."

As quickly as possible, he was on his feet and rushing towards his room.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen her in so little, but it was only recently that it had started to bother him. What right did she have prancing around in the morning, her legs everywhere, and her hair all 'morning wild.' What if one of his friends had been over? He'd never have heard the end of it.

Most of Derek's friends wanted Casey, and they'd made no secret of it.

Days after practice in the locker room, it was story time for what everyone would do to Casey were they given the chance. In the beginning, Derek found it hilarious, and often made his own comments about his step-sister's 'fine ass.' It didn't matter; it was just locker talk. She was still just the stupid bitch that lived at the end of the hall.

Until one of his teammates finally got their wish, and did he ever have a story to tell.

Derek clenched his fist at the sound of the shower starting and threw the closest thing to him at the wall.