The Smirking Idiot

Chap 3: Acting Out

Authors note: Hey guys, thanks for your reviews. First off, I realize that Derek didn't exactly wash his hands before he hugged Martie, but masturbating is a natural act, and his penis is not exactly lethal. Don't' complain about it.

Secondly, this story is raunchy. Yea. Rating will go up. And kind of dramatic. Suggestions on where the plot should go are appreciated.

It seemed like Derek had forgotten everything the next morning, as he glided into the kitchen with his typical smirk. "Food. Give it."

"You sound like a caveman." Nora smiled, dishing out a pan of eggs. One of the reasons she was becoming fond of Derek was because he enjoyed her cooking.

Casey, on the other hand, was sitting at the table glumly, staring at her untouched bowel of cereal. 'you're not eating Casey! Come on!" complained Nora.

Derek cast a slight, indifferent glance, "Yea , skin and bones… where's your figure? You're like a man."

"That's enough!" snapped George from behind his paper. "Leave Casey alone, she's just not hungry." Casey looked to her stepdad gratefully. Besides being a bit slobby and possessing a short temper, he was actually a pretty good guy, and she was glad her mom married him rather than some of the other boyfriends she's had.

It was just too bad that his son was a complete and utter pig. She looked at Derek shoveling breakfast into his mouth and her face flushed at the remembrance of kissing those lips which were now covered in egg. Half angry and half mortified, she could not keep her eyes off him, and he caught her gaze. Grinning slyly, he made slight kissing motions. Casey wanted to die.

Evil was in his nature. She was convinced of it.

"I should get to school." She said, putting on her coat and quickly walking out the door before her mother could object to her lack of breakfast.

The cold air was inviting to her heated face, and it calmed her body. "Hey Casey…" The hair on her neck stood up as Derek's breath blew hotly in her ear. "Don't worry about last night, I finished off without you.

Outraged, she shoved him aside. "SHUT UP DEREK ITS NOT FUNNY!"

"I'll say! you aren't half as good as I thought you'd be."

"I HATE YOU!" she screeched and Derek smiled at the fact that she was being herself again. Good old dramatic Casey. To be honest, he hated it when she was silent and reclusive like she was this morning. He had to work harder on being mean to her so she'll never realize…. Well… realize what exactly? He wasn't completely sure.

He rolled his eyes, "So dramatic Casey. Just because you'll never be good enough for me-." She stormed to school by herself as Derek just shrugged and sauntered over to Sam's house.

The sleepy blonde opened the door, slightly surprised, "Hey? You're up early."

"Yea well… Case got mad and ditched me"

He shook his head, "You're always pissing her off."

"Yep." Derek grinned, "I know."

"So…." Sam's eyes wandered to the space behind where his friend was standing. "She's not here now?"

"No."

His face faltered as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and shut the door behind him, Derek raised his brow, "What? He demanded.

"Nothing. I just thought it would be cool if she walked with us."

Derek rolled his eyes, "Oh jeez…"

"What man?" He shrugged in his careless, brolike way, "I like Casey. She's hot or whatever…"

Derek couldn't help but scowl. "Get over it."

By this time they had fallen into a silent walk. Sam knew not to make conversation with Derek when he was angry. He wasn't sure what it was, but he decided to bring up something that would most probably make him happy. "So, do you have your eye on anyone too?"

Derek sighed, lowering his lids as if he could not care less that Sam was speaking. "I guess."

He nudged his side playfully, "who man? Is she hot?"

And Derek retaliated with a fierce shove that caused him to fall into a rosebush "What the HELL is your problem?" he spluttered, struggling within the bush's thorny embrace. Derek just glared at him darkly, offering no apologies.

He finally got out and stabbed a finger in his chest, "You're being a huge ass today! Sometimes I feel really sorry for Casey. It must really suck living with you!" and he stormed off by him self as well, a trail of leaves fluttering off his clothes with each step.

Derek maintained his impassive glare. He couldn't care less. He really couldn't.