Author's Note: Don't worry, this story isn't going to be like Parties Weren't Meant to Last or Wanting Casey ;-) I've got a few twists coming your way soon!Thanks for the reviews, they discipline me to update faster:-p Enjoy!
Derek's party was in full force. The music was booming. Guys and girls from his school were laughing, dancing, drinking, and generally having a great time. He looked around the living room, sipping on a beer casually as his eyes scanned the crowd.
"Hey, Derek! Rockin' party!" Emily came over to Derek all giggly.
"Yeah," he gave his traditional Derek smirk. But he was distracted, still looking around for the one person he wanted to see. He eyed Emily, who was touching his arm flirtily and blabbering about God-knows-what. "Where's Casey?" he asked as casually as possible, interrupting her rambling.
Emily blinked several times. "Oh, Casey?" she asked, as if she had forgotten about her best friend completely. "I tried to get her to come but she refused." She shrugged. "I guess she's just not the partying type. No surprise there," Emily joked. But Derek didn't laugh along with her. He eyed her with an un-amused expression, and took off, leaving her in the dust.
"Go fish," Casey grinned cheekily at Edwin.
Edwin growled in frustration and picked up yet another card from the pile in the center of the floor.
"Wow, you're pretty bad at this game," Lizzie noted to her stepbrother and Edwin just shot her a look in return.
"My turn, my turn!" Marti exclaimed, waving her cards in the air for the umpteenth time. Everyone already knew all of her cards by memory because of her habit of doing that. "Lizzie, do you have a seven?"
All of the sudden, the door burst open. Derek stood there, and quickly took in the sight before him. There was his brother, sister, and two stepsisters playing a game of cards while the biggest party of the year was going on just a floor below them.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Derek scoffed, eyes mainly on Casey.
Casey's blue eyes narrowed at her stepbrother. "What do you want, Derek?"
"For you to be normal and come join the party?" Derek shot back.
Casey looked a bit surprised. "Why?"
Derek quickly tried to cover up the fact that he had practically said that he wanted her at his party. "Uh… just trying to help boost your reputation?" he offered lamely. "You know, get you away from 'Klutzilla' Status?"
"Thanks, but no thanks," Casey said smoothly. "I'm perfectly happy staying up here."
"We're having our own party!" Marti informed her brother indignantly.
Derek stared at Casey. She was hopeless. And yet… she looked so damn hot sitting there on the hardwood floor in loungewear, a messy ponytail, and barefeet.
God did he want her.
"Just make a quick appearance," Derek insisted. "Just five minutes."
Casey locked eyes with Derek. She didn't understand why he wanted her at the party so badly. She had given up any hope that he actually wanted her, and convinced herself that nothing could ever happen between us. So maybe he wanted her there purely for the fact that it would boost her stupid reputation (which she didn't really care much about) up a few points.
She was about to decline, but, once again, she knew that's what Derek most likely thought she would do. And she wanted to defy him. Defy everything he had ever thought about her.
"Fine," Casey said firmly, standing up and brushing past a shocked Derek. "Five minutes!" she reminded him as she went into her bedroom.
She had to at least get out of her sweatpants and tank-top. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a black spaghetti-strap top, then pulled her hair down, brushing it out. She added a little bit of make-up, just enough to look like she had put in some effort, and dug through her closet for the one thing she hadn't worn since she had moved into the Venturi Household.
A pair of sexy black heels.
She opened her bedroom door to find Derek standing right there in front of her. His eyes moved down her body, wondering why her legs looked especially long and sleek. When he noticed her high heels, his eyes widened a bit. He always had a thing for girls in heels. And he had a thing for Casey, too.
The two combined was…well…lethal.
"Casey…" Derek gulped, wondering if his stepsister was purposely trying to kill him.
"Five minutes," she winked, knowing that he liked the way she looked. Smiling to herself, she moved past him, feeling his eyes on her ass the whole time.
She just reached the stairs and was about to start down them when she felt hands on either side of her waist.
"Not just yet," Derek whispered hotly into her ear.
