Derek

I shoved the books I had in my locker; turning to walk away, I was stopped Sam standing in front of me. One glance at him and you could see the shock and confusion plainly written on his face, not to mention the slight hurt in his eyes.

"Is it true?"

Those three words weren't exactly the best thing to hear, it usually let to drama; and evidently, I don't need drama.

"I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't really care." I stated in a mumble, pushing past him and taking out my car keys I had stored in my leather jacket pocket; it was just around that time, and I hoped I didn't have to search for her. I did tell her to be waiting by the prince.

"What's going on with you and Casey?"

My body froze in that instant. How was I going to have an answer to something like that? Even I didn't know what exactly it was that Casey and I had together; the more I thought about it, the more it tore me down.

"What are you talking about?" I pulled myself back up from my momentary slump, not bothering to look back at him; the look on my face would give me away.

"Sorry, I'm late. Are we still going?" I heard her voice coming from the left, in mere seconds she was standing next to me, walking along side of me, making me forget Sam was standing behind us. It wasn't intentional, but she had gotten me out of, and in trouble; I knew when I got back there'd be so much to say.


Casey

I didn't know what to expect when we got there, I surely didn't expect it to be something secluded; I always knew Derek as someone who wanted to be crowded with people who knew him, who wanted to know him, Derek was still Derek in my eyes; except now there's the other side of him I never knew.

I kept my hand firmly on his wrist, hoping not to trip over vines and branches, feeling safe while holding onto him. I could hear him chuckle at the way my face twisted every time I almost fell, and I allowed myself to glare at him.

"Why are we all the way out here? Don't you ever get lost?" I asked in a slightly annoyed, yet amused tone.

"Didn't I say it would be a long drive? And how can I get lost, what we came here for isn't in a maze, Case."

I rolled my eyes; of course he would be sarcastic, despite opening up to me, he still loved our arguments. With a sudden stop, I was brought back from my thoughts. Derek motioned himself away from the view in front of me, and the reason he came out here was staring me in the face.

A small, simple house was there, hardly noticeable with its pale green paneled walls clashing with the leaves.

At the moment, I could only wonder how he found this place, but when I went to ask him he had already walked inside. Without hesitation, I followed him, and when I walked inside it seemed bigger then it appeared. I silently looked around for a moment.

"Make yourself at home." I glanced at him as he threw his leather jacket on a chair, and smiled at me. I couldn't contain how surprised I was to see it wasn't a complete mess.

"…Where do I start?" I whispered, walking further into the kitchen, then placing my bag on the counter and sitting next to him in a chair.

"How did you find this place?" I asked softly, looking at his content face as he looked away from me, staring straight forward.

"Almost a year ago, when I was supposed to go to that party Collin Grant threw; the one everyone was talking about at school. It was going to be the best party of the century, apparently, but no one was there long enough to figure out because his parents came and everyone took off in swarms. I had the whole night to waste, and I didn't want to come home when I knew I wasn't supposed to be out in the first place, so I kept driving." He finally looked at me, and smiled shortly, then stood and walked around to counter, grabbing the bag I had and taking out the sandwiches I packed.

"When did you get the time to clean this place up? Did you really spend most of your time here?"

"Well, when I go out sometimes, I don't exactly say where I go. Plus the school has cleaning supplies, so when I left before, I'd borrow some." He nonchalantly shrugged, handing me a sandwich, then taking his own and biting into it.

"…Why do you stay?"

That caught him off guard, making him raise an eyebrow at me and swallow his food.

"Whataya mean?"

"Why do you still come here?"

"Everyone needs to get away every now and then, Casey." I heard him say, and then he quietly grabbed his sandwich, and walked out into the living room.

Derek Venturi was full of surprises.


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