Derek's POV

"DAD! NORA! I'M LEAVING! PARTY! DON'T WAIT UP!" I yelled while putting my jacket on.

"What party?" I jumped. I turned around and saw Casey on the couch looking up at me. I can tell she'd been reading.

"Uh. Kristin Taylor's End Of the School Year thing. It's gonna be stupid, but its a big annual thing and my presence is sort of necessary."

"Can I come?" she asked.

"What? You sure? I mean, with Kristin being Sam's new girlfriend and all..." I started.

"That's kind of why I wanna go. I don't know. It's a Casey thing, I guess. Please take me," she begged.

"All right. Suit yourself. Go get dressed, I'm counting ten minutes or else I'll be late and I'm leaving without you!"

She rushed upstairs. I looked at my watch. Once it was already 9 1/2 minutes, I called, "CASEY. Get down here in 3...2..."

"Calm down. I'm ready!"

My eyes bugged out like one of those cartoon shows. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt and red long-sleeved mesh shirt, but from under the shirt, you can clearly see her red lacy bra. A perfect outfit to expose her toned stomach and legs, which she rarely ever did. She had a lot more makeup on, then she normally did. Her eyes lined with black and her lips standing out with a soft bright red., it was safe to say that she looked hot. I couldn't imagine that she got ready in 10 minutes to look like this, when it takes her half an hour every morning to look like.. well, Casey.

"Wa..wa..wa... WOW!" I said, thinking of nothing better to say.

"I guess that means I'm ready," she said while walking downstairs.

I snapped out of it, realizing that I was checking out my sister again, "Okay! Let's go!"

I didn't open the car door for her, trying to avoid a moment like before and this afternoon, in the bathroom. Once we were in the car, I turned the radio on all the way to distract myself from looking over at Casey.

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Casey's POV

As soon as Derek and I walked into the party, I felt like all the guys were looking at was me and my ass.

"Ow! Looking HOT!"

"Who's that girl with Derek?"

"Derek's scored another one!"

I felt multiple guys pinch me from behind.

"God, I feel like a piece of meat," I whispered to Derek.

"Look at what your wearing Casey! What did you expect to be treated like? Royalty?" Derek called back at me.

He was right. Who was I fooling dressing like this? What was I thinking. I sat on a couch in a corner, away from everybody else. I watched Derek. He was so comfortable in this kind of scene. He knew exactly what he was doing. Unlike me, who didn't know what to do. Even when I was sitting on a couch doing nothing, I still didn't know what I was doing. I walked upstairs, hoping to find a bathroom or something to wash this makeup off my face.

I opened the first door to see Sam and Kristin half naked on the bed. They were too into each other to notice me, so I just closed the door quietly and just went back downstairs and sat on the couch watching the party.

An hour later, I saw Sam and Kristin come downstairs. Something came over me. I walked over and pulled Derek away from the blonde bimbo he was hitting on, "Dance with me." I pulled him over to where Sam can get a clear view of us.

I took his hand and placed it on my hip, but I kept my hand on top of his and placed my other arm around his neck. At first, it was only to make Sam jealous, but on that dance floor, everything felt so right. Derek and I dancing, our bodies grinding together. His hand was feeling every curve on the side of my body. All I could do was stare into his lust-filled eyes. At that moment, Sam meant nothing to me. The song stopped. I looked around, everyone was staring at us, including Sam, with their jaws hanging wide open.

"Derek, can we go home?"

"Sure, let's go!"

He didn't even ask why. He got his keys and we were out of there.

"Casey, what was that all about?" he asked, still driving.

"What? The dancing or leaving?"

"Both."

"Well, I walked in on Sam and Kristin having sex upstairs and when I saw them come downstairs. I don't know, I guess wanted to show him what he was missing out on. And then when everybody was staring at us, I felt kind of weird. So here we are!"

"Oh."

"Okay, Derek. Here's the thing, it started out just me trying to prove Sam wrong, but then, when we were out there dancing, it was like Sam was the last thing on my mind and I just wanted to keep dancing with you forever."

"Believe me, Case. I know exactly how that feels because I felt the same way tonight."

"Really?" I asked looking at him.

"Yeah," he answered while reaching for my hand.

The rest of the drive home was silent, but yet, romantic. With his hand in mine, everything just felt perfect.