Author's Note: Omg, I totally forgot to update yesterday. I remembered when I was on earlier today, but then my internet wouldn't work for some weird reason (my messengers worked, but not the web.) So this story will be one day late to being complete. But here's the chapter!
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Chapter Thirteen- He Regrets, Yet He Pleads Double Wrongs
Last night, at Stenzel Bar, the famous Derek Venturi, and his fiancée were caught making out with someone not each other. What's going on with the two? Venturi was seen frenching his wedding planner, ex-girlfriend, and step-sister. Britany Chalet, his fiancée, was caught going homerun with some unidentified random guy from the bar.
Who's the bad guy? Venturi, or Chalet?
"I would say congratulations. But making front page, isn't something to be proud of when it's about that," Lauren said slowly, the next morning.
I groaned, "Oh my god."
Lauren gave me a hug, "Don't worry. As long as Derek doesn't regret it, you'll be fine. I mean, he always wins, doesn't he?" Lauren said, trying to cheer me up.
I froze, "But what if he regrets it?" I said worried, then burst into tears.
"It's okay, Case." Lauren chanted.
I just sobbed more.
Then my cell phone range.
"Hello?" I said quietly.
"Macdonald!" my boss yelled from the other end.
"Yes?" I stammered.
"What is this about Venturi?" she barked.
"I swear it'll never happen again."
"It better not," she snapped then hung up.
Then Tessa came through the doors, and rushed over to my side.
She hugged me tightly, "It's okay."
I wiped away my tears.
"Thanks," I said, "I'm gonna get take a walk."
Tessa and Lauren nodded.
I slipped my keys and cell phone into my gray sweatshirt pocket, and walked out with my hands in my pocket.
I walked down the streets of Ottawa, my head down.
Then I heard familiar voices.
"Why'd you kiss her?"
My eyebrows knited together.
Derek and Britany.
They were arguing behind their hotel.
I silently crept around, and watched as they argued.
"Why'd you have sex with some random guy?"
"Because he was hot," Britanys aid in a 'duh' tone, "Now answer my question."
"Because she's hot," Derek said, clearly annoyed.
Britany slapped him across the cheek.
Not hard enough for him to flinch though.
"What is wrong with you?" she hissed.
"What's wrong with you?" Derek said to her.
"Stop saying what I'm saying," Britany yelled at him.
"Fine," Derek shrugged, "And anyway, why do you care so much about who I kiss? It's not like it meant anything."
I gasped, but that loud.
But loud enough for them to hear.
They both turned around.
Britany glared at me, while Derek's face was emotionless.
Then I ran.
I sat on the rocks by the river, as my cell phone continuously vibrated in my pocket.
Tears along with my make-up streamed down my cheeks.
Then the vibrating stopped, I took it out, and played the messages.
Casey, please. Pick up, I didn't mean it.
Case. You okay? Derek keeps on calling for you. What happened? Call back asap.
Casey. Pick up. I beg you. Where are you? I have to talk to you.
"Casey!" I heard Derek yell from behind me, as I was only on my third voice message.
I got up, and went another direction, putting my cell phone back into my pocket.
Derek hopped my rock to rock, and grabbed my arm.
"I didn't mean it," he said pleadingly.
I pulled my arm away from his grip, "Didn't mean what? The kiss? Then why'd you kiss me," I hissed, then turned abruptly.
Derek grabbed my arm again, and spun my around.
"Don't. Touch. Me." I hissed, then continued walked down the river bank.
Derek rushed in front of me.
"Please. Let me explain," Derek begged.
I slapped Derek painfully across the face.
"Get. Away from me," I said, then walking away.
But Derek had me cornered at a cliff.
I looked down, it was water.
It wouldn't be a long fall...
"Casey, please. Let my explain," Derek pleaded.
"No. I don't wanna hear your excuses, Derek."
"But it's not what---" Derek stopped.
I had jumped.