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Casey twittled her fingers, not wanting to speak. What can she even say? It wasn't like she should be happy about this. Was she supposed to talk? She glanced over at Derek as he drove with a concerned look on his face. She just looked back down at her hands.
"Can you say something?" he asked softly.
Casey only turned her head and looked out the window. She didn't want to talk. She wanted to be in her dorm so she could cry properly alone.
"I'm sorry, Case. I feel like a shit…" he sighed, glancing over at her quickly, and looked back at the road.
Derek had cheated on her. After everything they'd been through already, he goes and cheats on her. He'd gone into long detail about studying with this girl from his psychology class, and how he'd kissed her and fled afterwards. Casey had only stared at him, and refused to make a scene because he'd chosen to tell her in a restaurant on their date night. She hadn't said anything after that. Just asked him to pay the bill, and she walked to the car alone.
Now they were a few minutes from her dorm, and all she wanted to do was be there and not with him. She needed to breathe and collect herself, but she knew he wouldn't let her out of the car unless she said something.
"Casey, I'm—"
"Stop telling me you're sorry." She cut him off, looking straight ahead now as he parked in front of her dorm. "I don't want to hear it."
Derek stayed quiet as they sat in the car. Neither of them said a thing. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, as he waited for her to explode. The wrath of Casey is a thing to stay away from.
"Do you want to break it off?" she faced him now.
"No!" he panicked. He felt his stomach drop, because once his lips touched that girls, he knew this would happen, and he couldn't lose Casey.
"Then why did you do it? I mean, why did you even go to her dorm alone? You had to have known something like this would happen." She wasn't yelling, but was speaking calmly to him. And right now, he wished she would yell. Calm Casey was scary.
"I wasn't thinking. I knew it was weird to go alone, but—"
"Do I look like an idiot?" her voice was ice and eerily low now. "Look at me, Derek." She scolded him.
He looked up, and to his surprise, he didn't find hate in her eyes. She was crying.
"Baby, don't cry…" he whispered.
"Don't baby me, Derek!" she fiercely wiped her tears. "I trusted you…" she broke, and faced forward again and put her head in her hands. She flinched away when he tried to wrap his arms around her.
"Case, I won't do it again, I promise…"
"After everything with Scott, and Truman…I thought my judgment was better…"
"It is, Casey! I'm not ever talking to her again…" he said softly. "Please don't break up with me."
Derek Venturi was begging. Derek didn't do begging. Yet, here he was, trying to fix what he screwed up with the only girl he'd ever seen a future with.
"That's the fucked up thing here, Derek…" she shuddered out a sob. "I don't want to end it…I just want to know why you would do this to us?" she looked up at him.
She didn't want to hear a reply. She reached to her feet, and grabbed her purse.
"I need to be alone."
And swiftly, she was out of the car. It'd happened fast enough for Derek to get confused. He quickly turned off the car, and raced after her, just before she pushed her key into her door.
"Casey!" he grabbed her arm softly.
"I need to think, Derek…" she shook her head.
He grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her in for a hug. Instead of fighting him, she leaned into his warmth.
"I was fucking stupid, Princess…" he whispered, kissing her hair.
"I just need time to think, Derek…" she mumbled against his chest.
Derek sighed, and released her, still holding onto her shoulders he looked down at her. He had to let her have her time, he knew. If he continuously begged for forgiveness, she would only get angrier.
"I'll give you all the time you need…just…" he released her, and stepped back, "please…" he shook his head, unable to beg her not to leave him again.
"I'm not breaking up with you, Der." She shook her head. She was probably being stupid, but she loved him, and she knew damn well that he'd work his ass off to make it up to her.
He released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding in. "If it helps at all…I puked on her bed after…" he winced, and looked away from her. How embarrassing.
A giggle erupted from Casey's lips, and she clapped her hand over her mouth. He looked at her, a little horrified that she was laughing at him. Yeah, sure, he deserved it, but he didn't expect her to laugh.
"What?!" he whined.
Casey giggled more, and reached behind his head to press a small kiss to his lips.
"Feel like puking now?" she asked softly against his lips.
He shook his head, and leaned in for another kiss. "You're the girl I love, Case. I'm an idiot…I wasn't thinking." He leaned his forehead on hers, and she sighed as she closed her eyes thoughtfully.
"Let me sleep and think on this." She whispered.
And quickly enough, she unlocked her door, and closed it behind her.
Derek stared at the door, and leaned his forehead on it. After leaving him on that last note, he knew it would all be okay. He would never stray from Casey McDonald again.
Idk, something swimming around my head.
I might make a story out of this. I'm thinking of How Far Will He Go? pt2. This might be in it, with a few edits, of course. Who knows.
If you haven't already, check out my story The Cure.
Ps. I saw Les Mis a couple days ago, and a hundred time since. It's one of my favorite movies now. Michael Seater loves the movie, so I decided to check it out. To my surprise, it was really beautiful. I ugly cried watching it. Have y'all seen it?
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