A/N I have the whole story planned out in my head but I haven't written it yet. If you have figured it out italic words are kinda like an inner monologue in Derek's head. I don't know if I want the whole story from his POV yet but so far that's how its going to be. I know it sounds very typical right now but I assure you its going to be quite the plot twister. Review please. I know my writing style is a bit messy right now but the more I develop the story the more it'll smooth out. Oh yeah I probably should've noted the strong language in the summery but whatever.

Disclaimer - Obviously I don't own LED.


When Casey walked out of Paul's office, she saw Derek leaning against the wall. She figured he had got into trouble again and was waiting to see the principal. She wasn't even gonna bother asking what he had done because she was sure she would hear about it when they got home. She was about to head to lunch when Derek grabbed her arm.

"DEREK!" Casey shouted a bit too loudly. She didn't mean to catch the attention of everyone in the hall. "Let go of me." She said in an almost begging tone that would have turned Derek on if he wasn't preoccupied with other thoughts.

"I need your help." He said not letting go of his grip even though she squirmed to get loose.

"I'll help you if you let go of your death grip on me. Unless it's pushing drugs for you instead of CDS because that's something I won't help you with. I won't sell CDs either. You remember last time." Casey said with a very serious look on her face. She was positive she'd have a bruise if he didn't let up soon. He rolled his eyes and complied.

"Sell drugs?" he raised his eyebrows at her accusation but continued nonetheless. "Nothing like that I just needed some information on someone."

"You know I don't know any people Derek. They all make fun of me and call me a grade grubber and klutzilla."

Derek ignored her need to point out that it was his fault that she lacked popularity. "The new girl. What do you know about her? Sam said he saw you two talking earlier today."

"Why do you care?" Casey said questioning his motives.

"I want to ask her out if you must know." He said a little impatiently.

"She's not your type." Responded Casey flat out.

"She's hot. So she's my type."

"Let me rephrase that. You're not her type."

"What does she eat pussy or something?" he said knowing he'd get a rise out of her.

"DEEEEEEEEEEEEREK! Don't talk like that. It's degrading."

This time of bickering was common with the two step-siblings but Derek was irritated and wanted answers. And when he's irritated he says things that Casey hates. That's probably why she wouldn't fuck him because she can't stand his cave man speak.

If your gonna get questions answered, your gonna have to make nice Derek. I know it's hard but come on.

"Whatever is she like not into guys?"

"As far as I know. She gave no clues for me to see so otherwise at least."

"Well than how am I not her type? I'm God around here, all girls want me." Derek said giving Casey a wink that made her disgusted with her step brother.

"I think this one is different." She said in an almost annoyingly sure way.

"Are you gonna tell me about her or not? Cause I don't have all day for this Case."

"Not. I need to get to lunch now Derek. Good luck, you'll need it." she said walking away from her very annoyed step-brother.

Derek let out a grunt and walked into the lunch room after Casey resuming his usual seat next to the popular kids and Sam.

"How did it go with Casey?" his friend asked.

"She wouldn't tell me anything." Derek said. Sam almost snickered at that but knew it wouldn't be wise to piss Derek off.

"So what are you gonna do?"

"Give me a second to work out a plan."

What to do, what to do. Perhaps you should just let it go. Is all this trouble really gonna be worth it for a girl you don't even know anything about?