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Dinner was an interesting event for the MacDonald-Venturi household. Nobody seemed to notice that Derek and I were completely silent through the entire barbecue. We didn't even look at each other.
Okay, that was a lie. I stole a few glances. He seemed to be really concentrating on his cheeseburger. As I stared down at my own hot dog, I thought about what he had said.
"I do love you, Case." The words sounded much too sincere to be a joke. And the look on his face… I would never forget that look on his face.
Did he really love me?
I glanced up at him. He was still very much into his cheeseburger. He was obviously avoiding me. I guess I couldn't blame him, having not responded at all to him when he made his declaration.
I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say. It took me by complete surprise. I wasn't even sure if he was serious or if it was some big joke to get me to sleep with him or something like that. Did he really mean it? Had he fallen for me the way that I was unwillingly beginning to fall for him?
I contemplated this thought. Love does make you do crazy things, I heard my mother's voice say in my head. It was her response when I questioned her about getting engaged to George so quickly.
Love.
I stole another glance over at Derek. Was I actually falling in love with Derek of all people? I turned away as I thought of Sam guiltily. Sam was a great guy. He didn't deserve to be cheated on. Especially not with his best friend…by his best friend's stepsister.
I sighed out loud. This whole thing was so warped. I mean, I know that Derek and I weren't actually related… but we were related in almost all accounts except for blood. We shared the same house, the same family. I thought of Edwin and Marti as my little brother and sister, just like Lizzie was my real sister.
Why was Derek any different?
Why did he give me butterflies when I looked at him and why did I feel sparks whenever he touched me? Why were the kisses we shared the best kisses I've ever experienced in my life? How could one person infuriate me and infatuate me at the same time?
So many questions. I didn't have any of the answers.