SHOUTOUTS\ANSWERS
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SPOTTY: Too true. Too true.
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Spuffyshipper: Thanks. Hope this is soon enough. Me too. That happens to me too. Yeah, I think you're right. Sad but true.
Atruwriter: Thanks. Nope, not a Dasey. Just a sibling thing. Keep readin' and see. Me too. I know exactly what you mean. Thanks. Here ya go.
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DISCLAIMER
LWD belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. I only own characters you don't recognize. I don't know the Principal's name, so I'm just gonna make somethin' up. I'm also aware that Brent's identification is way too fast, but I'm trying to finish this fic so I can focus on my other stuff.
Derek clenched his fists. He could feel his anger rising as the older boy walked among his peers laughing as if nothing happened.
"Hey, Derek!" Brent noticed. "What's up, man?" he asked casually. That did it. Before Derek even knew what was happening, he had lunged at the older boy and shoved him against the lockers.
"Dude! What's your problem?" Brent asked.
"You dirty rat! You raped her!" Derek shouted.
"Derek, stop!" he heard someone yell. It sounded like Casey, but he couldn't be sure.
"You come into my house and then you rape my sister?" he cried, shaking him.
"Dude. Chill. It's not like I didn't do anything she didn't want to do," Brent said oily. Derek reared back a fist and punched him in the face.
"She said, 'No'. She said 'Stop'. Both which you ignored," he snapped.
"Come on. A quiet girl like that. She was just dying to be taken," the older boy smirked. Derek punched him again.
"All right! That is enough!" Principal Harris shouted. However, the boy kept punching. After awhile, he felt himself being pulled away from the other boy.
"Keep him away from me!" Brent cried.
"What is going on here?" Principal Harris questioned.
"I was just walking down the hall minding my own business when this little psycho attacked me," Brent accused.
"He insulted Casey," Derek shot back.
"You should call the cops. He assaulted me," Brent stated.
"Yeah, get them down here. I'm sure they have plenty of evidence against you by now," Derke sneered.
"What's going on?" a kid whispered.
"Derek went ballistic and attacked Brent. Then he accused him of raping Casey," another kid whispered back.
"No way," the first kid said.
"Way," his friend confirmed.
"Now, what was this all about?" Principal Harris demanded.
"Casey's a total wreck because of this jerk!" Derek shouted.
"Derek. Derek, it's okay. Just calm down," Casey said.
"No! It's not okay! He comes into our house and then betrays our trust!" Derek cried. Before he could say anything else, two police officers walked in.
"Brent Hartwood?" a familiar asked.
"Detective Kingston?" Casey questioned in surprise.
"Oh, man. You again? What now?" Brent wondered. Confused, Casey and Derek looked at each other. Again? How did Brent know her?
"Brent Hardwood. Come with me," Detective Kingston told him crooking a finger.
"What do you want now?" Brent asked, doing as he was told.
"Brent Hartwood, you're under arrest for the rape of Casey MacDonald," Detective Kingston responded, cuffing him.
"What? This is---" Brent began to protest.
"Save it. We matched up your prints with your last assualt. Perhaps you remember her: Stacey Cainbridge?" Detective Kingston interrupted.
"Well, what about Venturi? He punched me in the face," Brent accused.
"Kid, you raped his sister. At the very least you're gonna get socked in the nose," Detective Kingston retorted. Casey leaned into Derek, who hugged her briefly. Sam put a hand on her shoulder. Casey tensed slightly, but then relaxed.
"It's okay, Case. You're safe now," Derek murmured.
"Thanks, you guys. Thanks for everything," Casey whispered. It was then that Derek noticed everyone staring at them.
"What's everyone lookin' at? Disperse," he told them. Everyone scattered.
"Derek, I couldn't have done that better myself," Principal Harris noted. Then, "Casey, are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes, I'm okay. At least...I'm gonna be," Casey replied.
"If you and brother would like to go home early today---" Principal Harris began.
"You know what? That would be great," Derek interrupted.
"Derek!" Casey objected.
"What? I'm---I'm just thinking of you," he responded.
"Uh-huh. And I'm sure the fact that you can go home early has nothing to do with it," she said.
"No," he anwered. Then, "Well, not much."
"Oh, good grief," she said, shaking her head.
"Miss MacDonald?" the principal queried.
"Well, actually, I---I am feelin' kinda shaky," she admitted.
"Then, come on. Let's go," he told her. With that, the two walked out of the building.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
The "my sister" line was not a mistake. I actually wanted Derek to say it that way. I'm most likely not gonna do a trial because this story is becoming long enough as it is.
