A/N: I'm not really happy with how long this is but eh. At least every chapter has been vital IMO.

In the locker rooms, as Derek began putting on his ice skates he recognized Sam's "Derek."

Derek gave him a look of malice hoping Sam would leave him be.

Sam slowly explained "I know for some reason I'm not your favorite person right now but dude things got a little hot between Casey and me--"

Derek stood and raised his voice. His finger pointed dangerously at Sam, "Listen, pussy, I don't give a damn what you and Casey do. Just keep it behind closed doors. And it wouldn't hurt to close the fucking blinds and curtains."

He glared at Sam with pure hatred then sat back down. When the other guys in the room began to continue what they had been doing, Sam said quietly "She said your name."

That caught Derek's attention. "What?"

"Things were getting hot back at my place--but then she said your name dude." Sam said with a little more confidence.

Derek didn't know what to say.

Sam included "She made some lame story saying she thought she heard your voice, but…that's crazy. You look like the winds been knocked out of you."

"Well can you blame me. That shit is gross." he said completely appalled.

"I know, man." Sam said.

Derek shook his head. "No way. Maybe she did hear me."

The two guys looked at each then both agreed that wasn't it, "No."

"You never saw any signs before?" Sam asked.

"Hell no. Or maybe I just didn't think it was like that. I don't know. Little Miss Perfect liking a guy like me?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Add the fact that your step-siblings. It's pretty weird…I'll see you out on the ice."

"Yeah," Derek cleared his throat. He looked down at the blade on his skate and wondered what was stopping him from slicing Sam's dick off.

Casey decided to take a snack break before finishing up her essay. Her mother caught her in the kitchen.

"We're all going to Wal-mart a little later." Nora informed her.

"I can't. I'm still working on the paper." Casey replied.

"Well if there's anything you need add it to the grocery list." Nora pointed to the list on the counter and went downstairs.

The phone rang. Lizzie and Edwin were in the living room. She didn't know where George and Marti had gone.

So she answered it, "Venturi-MacDonald residence."

"Who is this?" a girl asked.

Casey held the phone a bit from her ears. The girl's voice was so preppy.

"Casey MacDonald. Who am I speaking with?" she asked annoyed. The snob was wasting her time.

"It's Lauren. Aren't you like Derek's sister?" she asked.

"No. No I'm not." Casey said severely.

"Well you're related to him somehow. Anyway is Derek around?" Lauren asked getting annoyed herself.

"No." Casey answered wanting to hang up.

"Tell him I called and I want to see him again." she said.

Casey's friendly voice lied. "Oh sure I'll add you to the list. Three girls called for him before you."

Lauren didn't say anything for a minute. "I know he's a player, but I can't help it. I knew I shouldn't have slept with him, but he's so--"

"Excuse me you--you slept with Derek?" Casey asked trying to keep her head straight.

"Yeah last night."

Casey felt her head cave in. She dropped the phone and slumped in a chair. She didn't think about hanging it up. She was trying to make sense of what she had heard. Edwin called out loudly and knew she had to get upstairs before anyone saw the heartbreak on her face.

As Lizzie walked to the kitchen she past her sister scrambling up the stairs with her hand covering her mouth. She almost asked her sister what was wrong when she saw the phone off the hook. She picked it up. A teenage girl was on the other end.