Casey...

I needed some new CD's, and I had the time so why not go and do some shopping? I picked up a few CD's and was walking to my car when I noticed a guy leaning against it.

"Nice stereo system." he looked in my car then looked up at me. "Hey Casey." Derek said smiling.

"Are you following me?"

He pointed to the shop across the street. "I was in the laundromat, I saw your car and thought I'd say hi."

"Hi" I started walking to my car and tried to open the door but he pushed it closed as he leaned on it. "Not a big talker are you?" he asked.

"Depends on the topic, my stereo system don't exactly 'whip me into a verbal frenzy'." I tried yet again to open the door but Derek intercepted with a question.

"You're not afraid of me are you?" he asked smiling.

"Afraid of you? Why would I be afraid of you?" I thought this question was stupid and I wanted to leave already! My frustration was at its peak.

"Well maybe you're not afraid of me but I'm sure you've thought about me naked huh?" he said smiling and winking. He was a little cute...No Casey! I told myself. Get out of there now!

"Am I that transparent? I want you, I need you. Oh baby, oh baby." I groaned rolling my eyes. He finally let me in the car and just as I was about to pull out Satan himself pulled up behind me. "Andrew" I groaned to myself. He saw I was about to leave but still stayed behind me and got out of the car. "What is this? Asshole day?" I was beyond frustration now. "Do you mind?!" I called out to him.

"Not at all." and he continued walking to the store.

The intensifying rage built up and all I could think to do was drive home...which is what I did. I put the car in reverse and slammed into Andrew's car as hard as I could since I knew my truck would be scratchless if it hit that tiny red convertible.

Andrew came out of the store looking like he was about to break down and cry while Derek laughed his head off. "You bitch!" Andrew yelled.

I turned around and looked at Andrew and his mangled car. "Whoops"

"Whoops?" my dad yelled at me after Andrew called and told him the story of how his car became a twisted hunk of metal.

I looked up at my dad from the book I was reading. He was burning red and looked like he was about to explode.

"My insurance does not cover PMS."

I rolled my eyes and went back to my book. "Well then tell them I had a seizure!"

He shook his head. "Casey, I'm doing my best right now not to lose it."

"And you're doing a fabulous job!" I added sarcastically. I looked across the room at the piano and saw a stack of mail. "Is that-?" I walked over the mail and shuffled through the letters where I found the one I was looking for. I ripped open a large envelope with the address from "Sarah Lawrence University". I pulled out a letter and read it as fast as I could, searching for the words I was craving to read. "I GOT IN!" I yelled.

"Into what?" my dad said messaging his temples trying to get rid of his throbbing headache.

"Sarah Lawrence!"

My dad stopped and looked at me with confused eyes. "Sarah Lawrence as in Bronxville, New York Sarah Lawrence?"

"Is there another?" I flopped on the couch and began reading the informational packet they sent me.

"Isn't that all the way in the United States?"

"Thus the basis of its appeal!" I said still reading the packet.

He was stunned "Didn't you decide to go to Queen's Law School like me? In Kingston? Much closer to home!" he said smiling.

"No, you decided." I said sternly.

"You're not going all the way to New York Casey, end of story."

I was simply baffled at that statement "Wait, so you're just going to tell me what I'm going to do with my future?"

"I'm your father, that's my right."

"So what I want doesn't matter?" I asked

He looked at me like I just told the funniest joke on the planet. "You're 18, you don't know what you want. And you won't know until you're 35, and by then, you'll be too old to use it!"

I stood up and faced him "I want to go to an east coast school. I want you to trust me to make my own decisions and stop trying to control my life, just because you can't control yours!"

My dad was mad. "You know what I want?" Suddenly his cell phone rang. "We'll continue this later."

"Can't wait!" I said sarcastically. I began to walk upstairs until I saw Lizzie storm up to me in anger. "Did you really just mame Andrew's car?!"

"Yup, looks like you're going to have to take the bus." I continued walking upstairs.

"Has the fact that you're completely psycho managed to escape your attention?!" she continued. I kept walking tuning out my sister's complaints about her chauffer getting what he deserved. "Daddy!" was the last thing I heard.