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Chapter 3: Grade Point: Average, The Wedding, The Poxfather

When Casey woke up the next morning, her whole body hurt. What happened to me? How did I get here? She looked around herself. She was in her room on her bed, with Derek on her floor. What's he doing here? Casey shrugged. She carefully got up and looked at her clock. Monday, 6:50 am. Casey sighed. She might as well start to get ready for school. Casey went to take a shower. She didn't rush. The warm water was soothing her body. All her muscles ached from the party. Wait. Wasn't the party Friday night? Was I out that long? Why did I pass out? Did I pass out? Casey stood motionless in the shower picking at her brain for an answer to all her questions. She was suddenly brought back into reality with a loud thud against the bathroom door. "Casey hurry up stop hogging the shower! I need to take a shower too!" Derek yelled through the door. Casey sighed. So much for a nice shower. Casey turned off the water and stepped out. She wrapped a towel around her and opened the door. Derek was standing outside the door. Then he saw her. Oh my God, what is she thinking coming out of the shower so hot and sexy in only a towel and her hair so wet shiny and clinging to her body and oh my God what am I thinking? She's my hot klutzilla step-sister. Derek's mind went blank for a second as he stared into space and didn't realize that Casey wasn't standing in front of him anymore. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

In her room, Casey went to her closet and started choosing an outfit for the day. She put on her panties and bra and stood in her closet for what seemed like hours but in reality just one minute. She grabbed black leggings, her dark blue jeans mini skirt, her pink patron silver tank top, seduce pink heels, she got her crisp white coat in her hands and went to do her make up and hair. Casey raised her hair to a wavy ponytail and tied a pink ribbon around it. She did her makeup with pink and black eyeshadow and looked at her clock. Monday, 7:25 am. It was almost time to leave. She put on her coat, grabbed her school bag and went to the kitchen to grab a granola bar before she went to school.

Casey didn't feel really well yet but she had to feel good about herself. After all, she would find out her grade today for a paper she turned in last week. She was excited. She tried hard in spite of all the issues that were going on concerning Allen. Casey walked down the school hall and kept thinking. Oh what am I going to do if Allen won't be there? Suddenly she heard someone call her name. She turned her head in that direction but didn't stop walking, which was a bad idea. It was Emily, her best friend, neighbor and locker-mate. She waved to her and just then she felt like she bumped into something hard and felt herself falling. She braced herself for the fall but instead felt arms go around her waist and pull her up before she hit the ground. "Well, seems Klutzilla strikes again and wants to bring people down with her." Said Derek as he let go of her. What was I thinking helping her not fall? Derek shrugged. Casey looked at him in shock. She whispered ad thanks and sorry and walked off to her class. Casey got a 94 on her paper and she knew that she earned at least a 95. So she went to talk to her teacher. Although it was a success, when she left the classroom, she heard people calling her a Grade-grubber. Great, just what I needed. Another nickname. Oh well, I don't have time for this either. She sighed and walked to lunch where Emily was waiting for her.

After school, Casey sat in her room finishing her homework just 2 hours after she came home. She didn't have much to do, but she wished there was more to preoccupy her from her thoughts about the gang. When she finished she went downstairs to help her mom cook dinner. When she entered the kitchen, she saw that her mother was nervous. "Mom what's wrong?" "Oh Casey, I don't know what to do, your Aunt Fiona wants me to do her wedding reception here at the house. And we have such a small house. She also wants us to be at the wedding and help her plan it and everything and I don't know how to do that. Oh Casey will you please help me? I know you are busy with school and work. But I'm sure that it will be a disaster if I do it alone." Casey looked at her mother smiling. "Mom, relax. Catch your breath. Of course I'll help you. Don't worry about work and school. Nothing much is going on at work" she paused. "When is the wedding?" "This Saturday." Nora said nervously. Casey stared at her mother like she just handed her the moon and didn't know what to do with it. "This…Saturday? Is Aunt Fiona crazy? Doesn't she know that ordering the cake and everything else takes time? Everything can't be done on such short notice!" Casey sighed. "I guess I'll have to get on it now." Casey got out the phone book and started to write down phone numbers of place she would call during lunch tomorrow. After dinner, Casey was in her room, making a list of everything she would need to decorate the house.

The next day, during lunch, she was able to order some things luckily, except the only thing that was the most important. The cake. She would have to find another place to call. After school she went to the store and bought all the decorations. She would decorate on Saturday morning. There were 3 days before the wedding and the cake was still to be ordered. Maybe she will bake it…..not likely. When she got home, she was exhausted. She went straight to bed. She had no homework, so it was all good. In the middle of the night, she woke up after hearing someone moaning in the room next to her. At first she was disgusted, Is Derek an idiot to bring a girl over when the whole family was HOME!!!!! But then she noticed that the moans were moans of pain. She decided to check it out. She got out of bed and knocked on Derek's door. Someone grunted inside. Casey carefully opened the door and walked in. The desk lamp was on and Derek was on his bed tossing and turning. "Derek, are you ok?" Derek stopped and looked at her. His whole body was covered in little bumps. Oh no. NONONONONONO!!!! This can't be happening. Derek can't be having chicken pox. Casey looked at him in horror. "No way. You haven't had chicken pox yet?" Derek nodded. "They itch so much." "Well don't itch them, it'll just make everything worse. I'll get you something that will make you feel better and heal you faster. We can't have you looking like that at the wedding on Saturday." Casey left to her room. She knelt by her bed and reached under. She felt the box she was looking for and took it out. Inside she took out a small bottle of what looked like paste. This paste was made by Allen specially for her when she had the chickenpox. When she applied it, everything was gone by the next day. After applying it to Derek, he fell fast asleep. That was another effect of the paste.

Saturday Morning

Casey was rushing all over the house decorating while Derek, being Derek, was filming all the caos in the house. He filmed the fight between Casey and her cousin Victoria. He filmed the cake that Casey was finally able to order crash into Victoria. And so on. Everything ended what seemed to be a disaster. Casey was a mess. How could everything turn out so wrong. She planned everything so well and Derek….DEREK had to ruin everything by being in the way and commenting where he shouldn't have and not helping at all. She was mad. Casey needed to get out. She grabbed her phone and coat and ran out the door. She dialed a number. About 5 minutes later a black car drove up and she got in. She had to get away. Anywhere would be fine.

Well hope you liked it. Chapter 4 will be out ASAP. Please give me a review and any suggestions on what you'd like to see here. Maybe I will be able to work it in. Sorry for the looonngg wait. I've been EXTREMELY busy. Hopefully you won't have to wait so long this time.