Mistake 2:
"Oh, no."
"Derek, open the door!" Casey shouted from the hall. I looked over at it, wide eyed for a few moments before jumping off the bed to unlock the door.
"What?" I snapped, avoiding looking at her in the eyes.. I felt torn between feeling annoyed at her for waking me up and relieved that I wasn't still dreaming about her.
Casey glared at me before holding something out for me to take. I looked down. Pride and Prejudice. "You left this in English," she said in a falsely sweet voice. I glared at her and snatched the book from her hand. "And dinner is ready." I watch her walk off before throwing the book on the floor and following her downstairs.
I was the last one to the table. I immediately started piling food onto my plate, trying to busy myself with anything so my mind didn't wander to the dream. I shoved a mouthful of rice into my mouth. It had obviously just been cooked. I could feel it burning my tongue and spit it back out onto the side of my plate.
"Ewe," Casey complained, "Derek others are trying to eat without losing their appetite."
My eyes snapped to hers and my stomach twisted as a picture of me pushing her onto her bed invaded my mind, making it almost impossible to come up with a decent comeback. I just stared at her for a moment before looking around the table and then back at Casey. "Well then maybe you should leave the table," I finally said coolly. Casey just stared at me like she was confused at first. I realized that maybe it was a little late to reply.
"Der-rek," Dad scolded from his seat at the other end of the table. I just shrugged at him before taking a drink of water to cool off my mouth, but I could feel the bumps already forming on my tongue from the burn.
I went through the rest of dinner staring down at my plate without talking much at all. Mostly, I just listened to Edwin and Lizzie talk about research or Marti tell her latest story about Daphne. Anything not to look or listen to Casey. By the time I finished my food I had the outer design of my plate memorized.
When my plate was clean I threw my napkin down and started standing up to go back to my room.
"You were the last one to the table," Dad said, "You do the dishes tonight."
That's fine. I'll just—
"And no forcing Edwin to do it."
Damn.
That's how I got stuck filling the sink up with warm, soapy water. Dad and Nora were sitting in the living room, so there was no way for me to go get Ed. I put my headphones over my ears and turned it up to drown out the sappy chick flick Nora had gotten Dad to watch.
With the music blaring in my ears I didn't hear Casey coming up behind me to put ice cubes down the back of my shirt. I involuntarily arched my back forward so the ice would easily fall out the back. I let the headphones slide off my ears to rest around my neck and turned to look at her as she laughed and took a cookie out of the cookie jar. I threw the wet dishcloth at her as she was about to take a bite. It landed perfectly so it got her face wet and knocked the cookie out her hand. It was my turn to laugh.
"Hey," she protested.
"Hey, what?"
Casey picked the washcloth up and hit me with it. I stopped laughing and took a step towards her to take it. Dream or no dream I was not going to let her think she won.
As I got closer she started trying to whack me repeatedly with the thing, which was a very stupid thing to do. I caught it easily in my hand and pulled it out of her grip. She cringed and turned sideways, expecting me to just hit her with it. Instead I stuffed it down the back of her shirt, making her soaked. She gasped and reached behind her to get it and threw it at me before running upstairs to her room. I chuckled at the large wet spot on her back and turned to the sink.
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I peeked out of the janitor's closet. Her next class was down that hall and she would have to walk right past my hiding spot to get there. The bell had rung several minutes ago, which meant she would be passing the closet soon. I was ready to pull her in the second I saw her.
Finally, I saw hert. She wasn't walking fast, which made it easier. I reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her in with me. She stumbled a little and looked annoyed. Then she looked up and her eyes softened as she smiled at me.
I didn't say anything as I pushed her against the wall. I kissed her hard and ran my tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She gave it almost immediately and our tongues battled. I put my hands on her hips under her shirt, running my hands up and down her sides so I could feel her soft skin.
"Derek we have class," she said, putting her hands on my chest to try and push me away. I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.
"I don't care," I managed to say before attacking her lips again.
My eyes opened to the darkness of my room. My throat felt like sandpaper. I rolled over, but was met with a six year old face, staring at me from the edge of my bed. I sat up quickly, startled by the unsuspected visitor.
"Marti," I hissed, "What are you doing?"
"I had a bad dream," she said simply.
I nodded and reached over to pick her up. "Yeah, so did I Smarti."
I lied back on my pillows with Marti leaning against me. She was asleep almost instantly, leaving me to contemplate the second make-out session I dreamt about with Casey.