Author's NoteI got my comp fixed! Yay! But I still won't post another story after this because school is about to start for me. I need to focus on my studies, but in my free time I will be writing, just not on the computer. Too many distractions caused by the net. I'm sure a lot of people can relate. So when I do post a story after this, it will be finished in no time flat! In the meantime, you can expect quicker chapter posts, and it's closing on the last chapters. (I know that a few author's notes back I said it'd be done by at least 25, but I think it may take two or three more chaps. .) Enjoy and Review!
DisclaimerI don't own Life with Derek. At least that's what the writers claim. Psh.
Derek could still hear her screams and cries as he jogged quickly across the parking lot. A voice called out his name, and he hesitantly stopped and turned around to see Sam jogging up to him.
"Derek, who was that?" Derek glanced over Sam's shoulder and motioned for him to walk and talk with him. All that was going through his mind was getting away from Rachel as fast and as far as possible.
"Um. That was Rachel."
"Rachel?" Derek shook his head yes. "What did you upset her with?"
"Me?! Upset her?!" Sam put up a defensive hand.
"Please, I think my ears are ringing from her yelling." Derek's mouth gaped open when he realized, again, what she had yelled. You practically told me you fucked your step-sister.
"Enough about Rachel, I just need to get-"
"Just one more thing." Derek closed his eyes, and then rolled them. "What was she saying about screwing Casey?" He turned sharply toward Sam. Sam's eyes were wide and curious, almost panicky. "Cause I'm pretty sure she wasn't meaning your other step-sib."
"She was delusional. She was rambling about drugs, and rape, and I don't know. I tried to block it out."
"So you're saying she had no reason to say that?" He questioned solidly.
"Yeah." Derek attempted to end it with finality in his voice, but Sam continued to persist.
"I really find that hard to believe." They came to a stop-light and had to wait for the cars to pass through till they could cross.
"That's not my problem." Derek smirked weakly at him, hoping that that would shut him up.
"Yeah. It is your problem, because I have to tell your parents." The light switched for them to go and Sam sort of stomped off ahead of him. He was taller, and had longer strides, so he jogged slightly to keep up. When they reached the other side, Derek set up his argument.
"No use in worrying them in something that isn't there."
"It is Derek. I know it is." Derek stopped, and Sam turned to face him.
"You have no proof." Sam pursed his lips, and Derek prepared himself for a list of things.
"You don't complain about Casey, and since I am friends with Emily I know that she doesn't complain about you. Before school ended I saw you looking at her differently, and you never made a rude comment in front of her." Sam was counting these with his fingers. "You haven't gone out with any girls since these other events happened, you even talk to me less. You missed practice!" Seven fingers were up, and he continued, "When we do talk, you actually listen to what I'm saying instead of thinking about girls and food." Derek's mouth opened wide and interjected.
"I think of girls! Are you calling me gay?"
"No. Because you're thinking of Casey. You're even starting to act more like her, and she's starting to act more like you." Derek looked up and pushed his palms on his eyelids. This is not happening. I need to get away, maybe he'll just go away.
"Sam, you still like-"He interjected Derek forcefully.
"All those things, and what happened in the restaurant lead me to believe that there is something going on between you two." Derek brushed past him and started walking. Sam caught up to him and continued talking but he blocked him out. He couldn't stand that Sam was lecturing him. It wasn't often that he had the guts to stand up to Derek. In fact, know that he thought about it, the only times he stood up to Derek it involved Casey.
"Sam, you still like Casey don't you?" He said amidst Sam mindless blabber.
They rounded the street the Venturi-MacDonald household was on in silence. One house away and Derek stopped Sam in his tracks.
"Sam. Whatever you do, don't tell my Dad or Nora." Sam looked down in thought. If Sam was still an okay dude, he wouldn't breathe a word.
"Yeah, sure Derek. I just wish you would have told me when this happened." Derek raised his eyebrows and walked past Sam and into his house. Slowly Sam followed him. George looked up from the chair in confusion. Sam shut the door behind him.
"Am I missing something? Did the date go sour?" Derek laughed.
"More like rotten dead fish, extremely spicy, with lots of sour…and that's how the date went."
"That bad?" Derek nodded his head. George looked down, defeated. Casey ran excitedly down the stairs, past Derek, and wrapped her arms around Sam. He clenched his fists, but let go once he realized the tension spreading in his body.
"I've missed you Sam!" She said excitedly, in an annoying high-pitched squeal. Derek knew that she was faking to make him jealous. He rolled his eyes and pulled Casey off of him.
"No hugs in my vicinity, remember?" She rolled fleeting eyes at him and sat down on the couch.
"So what's Sam doing here?" George asked curiously.
"I'm here because I saw Derek leaving the restaurant after Rachel burst into tears." Casey gasped and George contorted to that of an angry father-look.
"I thought I told you to be a gentleman!" Derek, feeling like all he was doing today was protecting himself, put up defensive hands.
"That girl had major issues Dad. All I asked was why her mom set us up and she started screaming and crying about drugs and junkies, something about suicide I think. I can't really remember. I tried to make her feel better, but she wouldn't listen. So I got out of there as quickly as possible." Sam shifted and Derek could feel him rolling his eyes in Derek's twisted truth. George gave out a breathy sigh, and Casey was pretending to be interested in a book.
"Well, maybe she is still there. I need to give her a ride home." George sat up and grabbed his car keys out of his pocket.
"I wouldn't recommend going back." Derek said simply.
"I'm her ride. She doesn't really know this part."
"Hey, could you give me a ride back to my place?" George shook his head yes and Sam walked with him out the door. Casey looked up from her book when the door closed. Derek imbedded his hands in his pockets and looked down guiltily. She closed it and sat up.
"Can we talk in my room?" He nodded his head yes, and they headed upstairs.