SHOUT OUT/ANSWERS
Dark-Supernatural-Angel: Thanks. Yeah, I thought it'd be nice. Eh, that's true. Besides, I'm sure the actor's a perfectly nice guy.
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Curtis let out a low moan as Casey continued to kiss him. Man, she feels so good, he thought to himself. He wrapped his arms around her and she leaned down, pressing her body against his. This boy is fine, she thought to herself as she began exploring his upper body with her fingers.
"Hey! Public place!" Vic shouted, breaking into their thoughts. Immediately, Casey jumped up and then helped Curtis to his feet.
"Sorry, Vic," she apologized. The man just shook his head.
"Ferals," he muttered. If he had let those two continue, the whole gym would've been given a free show. And that was not something that they needed. Curtis and Casey laughed.
"Casey, thanks for the invite. This place is amazing," Curtis said to her.
"Yeah, no problem," Casey responded. Then, "Unfortunately, I have to get back home and I don't want to miss my bus," she told him.
"You tell me this after that little stunt you just pulled?" Curtis asked, giving her an incredulous look.
"Well, if you're a good boy and play your cards right, you just may get a lot more than that some day," Casey teased, smacking him on the thigh. Then, she headed for the door. Curtis let out a lustful growl, but otherwise kept his emotions in check as he followed her.
"Can I at least make sure you get home all right?" he requested, opening the door for her.
"Oh, it's okay. I can take the bus," she told him.
"Please…I insist," he stated.
"Well, if you insist," she responded and followed him to where he had parked his black Kawasaki. "Nice," she approved, giving the machine a once over. Curtis opened the glove box and pulled out a pink helmet.
"Have a habit of taking girls out for a spin?" she asked.
"Well, when I bought it, I had a girlfriend. However, it turned out she didn't really have an appreciation for motorcycles and I just never got rid of the helmet," he replied. She took the helmet and strapped it on while Jesse placed his black helmet on his head and cinched it. Once the two were properly protected, Curtis got on in front of Casey, started the engine and took off.
"Hey, I might need directions," he said, not bothering to talk over the roar of the engine. It wasn't necessary. They could both hear just fine.
"Don't worry. I'll give 'em to you," she assured. True to her word, the girl told him where to go until they reached her house. She took off the helmet, opened the glove box, and put the helmet back in.
"Thanks for the ride," she told him.
"No problem," he answered.
"However, if you ever want me to ride this bike again, get a different color helmet," she stated and he chuckled.
"Any color preferences?"
"Anything non-girly."
"You got it." With that, he took off and Casey went back inside. Then, went up to her bedroom, got into her pajamas, and went to sleep. The next morning, Casey groaned as sounds came from downstairs. She put her pillow over her head to drown out the wailing. Great. D-Rock's here, she thought to herself. She climbed out of bed, got dressed, put on some earrings, her comlink, and a necklace, and brushed her hair. Then, she put some textbooks in her backpack and went downstairs.
"So, when are you guys gonna learn how to sing on-key and play in-tune?" she asked. Derek threw her a withering look.
"Shut up. You're not even a part of this band," he retorted.
"Yeah, if I was, you'd probably be getting more gigs," she shot back.
"Hey, you look hot!" Ralph exclaimed. It was then that Casey's outfit registered in Derek's brain. She was wearing a black tank top with low-cut pale blue jeans and black boots.
"Casey, what are you wearing?" Sam asked in concern.
"What? Don't you like it?" Casey asked.
"No!" Sam and Derek chorused.
"Yeah!" Ralph cheered at the same time.
"Casey, you just…you don't look like yourself," Sam said tactfully.
"Yeah! You look like a babe!" Ralph told her.
"Dude! That's my stepsister!" Derek exclaimed in disgust. Gross! Gross! Gross! I do not want to think about her like that! he thought. Not that she was ugly by any means, but over the years, he had come to think of her as a real sister. So, the thought of her as Ralph was thinking about her…was just a tad bit creepy. Before they could say anything, there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," Casey said and headed for the door, which she opened. "Hey, Em," she greeted.
"Hi. My parents were wondering if you guys could keep the mus-what are you wearing?" Emily asked in surprise.
"Clothes, Emily," Casey responded. "You were saying something about the music?" she prompted as she opened the door further.
"Yeah, Mom and Dad want you to keep it down," Emily replied, coming in.
"Yeah, sorry about that," Sam apologized as Derek rolled his eyes.
"But we gotta play it loud! Otherwise it's not rock and roll," Ralph protested.
"They threatened to call the police, Ralph," Emily told him.
"Oh," Ralph said, blinking.
"We weren't that loud…were we?" Derek asked in surprise. Sure they had gotten complaints from the neighbors before, but they had mentioned calling the police.
"Derek, it's the fifth time this month you've woken them up," Emily told him.
"Yeah, okay, fair point," Derek admitted.
"Well, I'm out of here," Casey said.
"Where are you going?" Emily wondered.
"Library. I got some homework that I need to spend some extra time on," Casey replied.
"Need a study buddy?" Emily offered.
"Sure," Casey replied. Then, they headed out and took the bus to the public library, where Casey opened her backpack and took out her books. Then, she opened her science book and perused the page. However, her actions with Curtis kept filling her mind.
"Casey?" Emily asked and Casey shook her head to clear it. "Are you okay?" she questioned, her brows furrowing in concern.
"I'm fine, Em. I just-well, Curtis and I started making out and I can't get it out of my head," Casey replied.
"You were making out with him?" Emily asked in surprise. "You barely even know him," she reminded.
"I know enough."
"Like what?"
"That he's sweet, funny, he's very careful while he's driving his motorcycle, and he's hot." Plus, he's a feral and can keep up with me during a sparring session, the girl added to herself.
"Casey! Are you even listening to yourself!" Emily stared in shock. What was Casey saying? This was all surface stuff. She shouldn't be making out with him when she didn't even know what this guy was like. "What if he's some kind of psycho? I mean, for all you know, he could have thirteen bodies down in a basement or something." Casey let out a breath.
"Look, I don't expect you to understand this, but Curtis and I have a deeper connection than you could ever dream of."
"What connection? Talk to me."
"I can't. I'm sorry." Again, Emily stared at Casey in shock. "Look, I'm sorry I said anything. Let's just focus here." With that, Casey turned her attention back to her work and Emily did the same, though her gaze would sporadically turn to her friend, who would once in a while get a dreamy look on her face. What is up with her? I'm not sure I like this, Emily thought to herself and vowed then and there to figure out what was going on with her friend.
