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A/N: A pretty short chapter. I'm dedicating the next one to all the people who've reviewed chapters 1-3. Thanks so much for sharing your opinion and suggesting a better summary. It helped a lot.

Chapter 4… I'm Not Like That Though

x o x x o casey's p.o.v. o x x o x

The whole rest of the day I twisted uncomfortably in my seat, paying almost no attention in class. Lunch time came and when I went to the bathroom at my usual time to get it out of my system, it hurt even more that usual and my stomach, which usually still felt full after I ridded myself of food, growled in anger and hollowness. I clutched my stomach tightly and managed to get through the rest of the day without acknowledging the pain. I stood by my locker at the end of the day in nervous anticipation, Derek's words still in my mind. "Oh yes, the lesbian party girl." Was it true?

I didn't have much time to contemplate this when I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Amy, smiling at me. "Hey, you ready to go?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, picking up my backpack from its resting place on the floor beside me.

"Alright," Amy said, hooking one of her arms in mine in what I hoped was a friendly way, "Let's go."

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As we pulled up to her house, I couldn't help it. My jaw dropped. It was a mansion. We pulled up the circular driveway and she parked right in front of it, pausing to look at me and laugh. "Yeah, it's pretty big, isn't it?"

"Are you kidding? It's huge!" I answered. Suddenly I felt like a little kid. Using the word 'huge'. How stupid.

Amy didn't seem to notice because she got out of the car and walked around to the front door. "Well?" she called. "Come on!"

I opened the car door hesitantly and followed her in.

The inside was what I'd expected it to be, probably professionally decorated. But I couldn't keep focused on that. All I was thinking of what Amy expected us to do here. I've never even tasted beer or tried drugs. But what does Derek know anyways, I thought, watching Amy walk into another part of the house. I followed her into what I knew to be the kitchen. She had her head in the fridge when she called, "What something to drink?"

"Umm…Sure…" I said. "What do you guys have?"

"We have milk, apple juice, and a ton of pop. Just pick whatever," she said, grabbing a diet coke for herself. I took a good look at her. She had to be a size 3. Everything was perfectly proportioned. Her hips were just the right size, her butt was just the right size, her thighs were just the right size… It was seriously sickening to think of her looking in the mirror at herself. Thinking, Not good enough Amy.

I looked up at her face. She had noticed me looking and smiled, mid-sip. I looked away and blushed until I was sure I was as red as a tomato. I had no clue what to say.

"It's alright," she said, setting her drink on the counter and placing her hands on her hips. "I don't mind," she said, a hint of flirtatiousness that I noticed immediately.

"I'm not like that, though," I said quickly, closing my eyes tightly. I really wasn't checking her out, she had it all wrong. But if I told her what I really was thinking about I thought it would hurt her. And I didn't want to hurt her.

"Oh…" she said. I could see the disappointment in her eyes as we gazed over at one another. Suddenly, she shook her head really fast as if coming out of a trance. "So, you wanna watch a movie?" she asked, grabbing her drink and beginning to walk over to the living room.

"Sure…"

After the movie (in which I sat a foot away from her), I told her I should be getting home. She offered to drive me home. The whole way there, thoughts filled my head. I was so lost in my mind that she had to tap my shoulder to get my attention when we pulled up to my house.

"You alright?" she asked, a look of true concern on her modeling-career-bound face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking," I answered truthfully.

"Well it was cool having you over," she said, wearing a small smile. "We'll have to do it again sometime."

"Yeah," I answered, my voice all breathy like I'd just finished running.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said, biting her lip and looking past me at my house. "Say a good 'Go to Hell' to your brother for me," she said, laughing.

I laughed genuinely with her. At least there's one thing I could do to make her happy…