Author's Note: I'm really sorry I haven't updated in awhile… but I am still writing this story, and am determined to finish it. I know its short…this is just a teaser for Chapters Five and Six, which I plan on posting this weekend.

Chapter Five (Teaser)

Casey didn't necessarily hate hockey. She just found it mind numbingly boring and incredibly pointless. Unfortunately, ever since the McDonald/Venturi merger, she had been forced to bare witness to every single one of Derek's games. Even though she rarely watched the games, she privately thought that she knew more about the rules of hockey then the referees, which was why she was openly scowling as Derek pushed away from the boards after a particularly nasty check.

"'Come on!" Edwin shouted indignantly, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. "Where's the call?!"

"I have to go to the bathroom," Marti whined suddenly, looking up at Casey expectantly.

Casey sighed. Due to the fact that she was normally bored out of her mind during Derek's hockey games, she had become Marti's unofficial babysitter, which unfortunately meant numerous trips to the bathroom.

"'Come on," she said, taking her hand.

Once they managed to work their way to the bottom of the stands, Marti made a desperate dash for the bathroom, leaving Casey to jog after her.

Casey waited inside, hiding in the shadows as a group of girls from her high school primped themselves in front of the mirror. They were all seniors, and every single one of them was on the cheerleading squad. They were the most popular, beautiful girls in high school. Every guy wanted to date them, and every girl hated them.

"I can't believe we're even here," one of the girls complained, examining her perfectly manicured nails. "Can't you just ask him to the party and save us all the grief?"

"Why do you think we're here?" another girl snapped. Brittney, Casey vaguely remembered.

"You've gotta admit," a blonde said slyly. "Derek Venturi is pretty cute, for a sophomore. And its kinda sweet how he's always standing up for his loser step-sister."

Casey felt the tips of her ears burn as she heard another toilet flush, praying that by some miracle, Marti had not heard them. The bathroom door opened, and Casey held her breath.

Marti marched over to the girls, glaring at them as she pushed her way through to the sinks. For a brief moment, Casey thought that she wasn't going to say anything. Marti went about her business, ignoring the girls, until she was finished drying her hands.

Then she turned around, her hands on her hips, and all of Casey's hopes deflated like a punctured hot air baloon.

"Derek Venturi is my brother," she informed them staunchly. "And I don't think he's going to go to some stupid party with you."

The girls laughed. "Oh really?" Brittney said, amused. "And why not?"

"Because you're nothing like Casey," Marti told her, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And without another word, Marti spun around, leaving the girls to process what she had just said.

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