Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek... but by the end of the week, I'll be able to talk to the producers again! And don't worry... I have an excellent plan.
a/n: In this story, Sam and Casey aren't dating anymore. However, they did at one time date and are now broken up.
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Can I Help?
Rumours
Casey was not having a good day. She fell asleep with her hair wet so it was now sticking every which way, she left her homework at home so she now had detention after school, Emily was sick, and now she couldn't seem to get her books together without dropping them. And yet through it all, she wasn't breaking down and flipping out. The most she'd done was rant to Paul for a few minutes, and then went to class.
"Augh!" she let out a frustrated cry as yet another book slipped to the ground. When she bent to pick it up, two more fell. "Good for nothing books… Do you want to meet a match?" Somebody stared at her strangely. "What!" she snapped. "Do YOU want to carry them?" The kid quickly turned away.
"Hey Casey," Sam called, splitting away from Derek. He bent and gathered her books, taking the ones from her arms as well. "Let me carry them."
Casey looked up, caught between a good nervous and the desire to just run away. Allowing the more positive of the two feelings take over, she grinned and tucked her hair behind her ear, "Thanks Sam."
Somebody passing snickered and they heard, "Don't let Derek catch you."
Sam and Casey looked at each other. "You'd think they'd get over that whole male-code fight… it was ages ago."
"I can tell you first hand, they don't forget easily in this school. I should know," Casey answered dryly when someone whispered 'grub' in her direction. Derek had stopped them from being loud about the nickname, but had failed to stop it all together.
"Watch out, Derek might get jealous!" another student called out in pseudo worry as the two walked past.
"What's with these people?" Sam said annoyed.
Casey waved her hand, "Just ignore them, it's easier. …This is my stop." She turned to face him and leaned in for a kiss. Remembering herself she stopped and blushed a bright red, muttering sorry and walking into class quickly. She heard Sam laugh a little, then, "Don't be, Case!"
She couldn't help but smile, until a bimbo-y, bubbly voice forced its way into her ears. Her smile vanished and it felt as if her heart stopped.
"So I heard you hooked up with Derek Venturi."
Derek muttered curses under his breath as he rushed to open his hockey locker and tear off his shirt. He was late. He knew he was late. He glanced around him quickly and groaned. He was so late that there wasn't even anybody else in the locker room. That was a bad sign; the boys usually joked around for five or ten minutes longer than coach liked. Well, he was going to be doing extra laps.
"DEREK!" a high pitched scream came from behind him and he whirled around before he could register that he was in the guy's locker room and a girl had just screamed his name. Not in the good way either…and not just any girl. He had whirled around to be face to face with Casey McDonald.
"Uh… Case! You do know that you're in the guy's locker room, right?" Derek babbled nervously, trying to cover himself clumsily.
"I DON 'T CARE !" the angry teenager yelled. "I JUST SPENT SIX CLASSES TRYING TO CONVINCE PEOPLE THAT I DID NOT ' HOOK UP' WITH YOU!"
Derek tripped over his pants, which he was in the process of trying to pull up. "You WHAT?"
"Honestly, I KNEW I shouldn't have expected anything from you, you- you- AUGH!" She threw her hands in the air, unable to think of an insult foul enough to describe him.
Now thoroughly confused, with his pants halfway up, sitting on the locker room floor, Derek stared up at Casey. "What are you TALKING about!"
"How can you ask me what I'm TALKING about! Is this something you do so often that you can't even remember it anymore?" Casey yelled, standing over him. "I mean, GOD, you're so low!"
"First of all," Derek started, annoyed, and stood up with his pants around his ankles. He had been surprised at first, but the shock was wearing off and nobody talked to Derek Venturi like that. He pushed her (gently) down onto the bench. "Sit down and shut the fuck up."
Casey fell into sitting position onto the wooden bench and slammed her mouth shut, taken aback by his language.
One of his trademark smirks appeared on his face and he continued, "Now that you're not shrieking like a banshee… tell me what you're talking about."
She pursed her lips and crossed her arms. "Don't you dare try to act inn-"
"Uh-uh," he bent until he was eye level with her and stuck his index finger out, telling her to be quiet. "Don't accuse me; don't yell at me. Just tell me what it is that was so important that you had to barge in on me in the locker room and make me late…. –er to practice."
"You told people that we slept together."
"WHAT?" Derek plopped down next to her, doubled over in a fit of laughter.
"This isn't funny, Derek!" Casey yelled, jumping up.
Derek sobered himself enough to stand up, take her arm and guide her back down to the bench. "You're right, you're right. I'm sorry. It's not… funny," he couldn't keep himself from cracking a smile at the very end. "But Case," his face turned serious, "Case, I didn't say that. I've never said that about anybody. That's low even for me, as you say."
"Then… who said it?" Casey looked so drained now. She had nobody that she knew of to blame and it made her feel so… helpless. Derek felt like he had to say something; he had to make her smile. That was his job, he decided- to make sure she never got down like this. Keep her happy or keep her fighting him, but never let her get that dejected look she had at present.
"Maybe it was someone who likes to fantasize about us together," he joked, wiggling his eyebrows and nudging her.
"Ew, Derek!" she laughed and punched him in the arm, trying to sound disgusted.
He laughed as well and rubbed his arm, "Hey, watch it… I'm still a little sore from the other night!"
From up the aisle came a, "Oh, I uh… I'm sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt" and the student scurried away. Casey and Derek looked at each other, gaping, then down at Derek's pants around his ankles. Casey covered her face with a cry and Derek leaned over, burying his head in his arms.
Simultaneously they groaned, "Oh no…"
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a/n: I was going to end this chapter at the star, but I decided that that was way too short for my wonderful readers... so I kept going and... I hope ya'll like it:-P
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