Only You

by Dye-my-hands-violet

How do you tell the one person that matters, I want you, only you, forever? Derek confesses he cares for Casey when he comes home drunk, but kisses another girl when she confesses. She ignores him for two months until finally...Dasey. R&R Complete!

2. Tutor Me

Author's NoteThis won't be as intense as my other fanfic for LWD, but I hope you guys like it none-the-less. Heheh. There will be good stuff later of course, right now though, I have to get them talking to one another.

DisclaimerDye-my-hands-violet is in the middle of the ocean at the moment. This is Dye-my-hands-yellow and I would like to tell you that- Okay… I'll quit lying. I DO own Life with Derek. Heheh. And no one can stop me. ---Struggle ensues---Sorry, this is Dye-my-hands-violet and I would like to apologize on my sisters behalf. She is a dunce and thinks she knows, and owns everything. She's a tad egotistic and narcissistic. Neither of us own Life with Derek. But thanks for reading this!

After Kendra, Derek had gone out with three other girls, Ashley, Reba, and Danielle. It was Danielle that he made out with at a party two months ago. Derek laid in his bed and put his hands behind his head. Casey said she would be in the room in an hour, after hours trying to convince her to help him, so he had an hour to do nothing.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember what exactly happened. It was so hazy, he had been drinking. Derek remembered the confusion, of what Casey was meaning, when he was walking up to his room. She was helping him, and he said something in her ear.

But he just couldn't remember.

I remember falling in front of my door and looking up at her. I think I was smiling. She looked worried, and said something…What was it? I remember I was sitting on my bed, and she was standing in front of me. Casey said that she wouldn't have told me if I wasn't wasted. Is there something I am forgetting? I know she told me that she had a crush and she wanted to get rid of it.

Did I ask her why?

I should have. I can't remember. Then Danielle came upstairs and I jumped on her and started making out with her right in front of Casey. She ran out crying.

"I am such an asshole." Derek muttered to himself. He couldn't remember the last time he didn't feel guilty doing the right thing. Why did he feel so guilty? Maybe it was a childhood memory that he had repressed. He didn't dwell on it.

Derek looked over at the clock. Only five minutes had passed. He rolled his eyes and got up. He didn't want to wait an hour for Casey to come in here so he went into her room to get her but she wasn't there. He glanced across her room, like he usually did when he was in there, and saw an open notebook lying out on her bed. Hesitantly, he walked over to it and looked at the first bit of writing.

"Dear Diary,

Derek asked me to tutor him today. I don't want to, I hate being around him. He's a conniving jerk that only wants to hurt my feelings. It's all he ever does and it's all he ever will do. I hope he doesn't know that he hurts me, I would NEVER want to give him that satisfaction. Hopefully, after I told him about how I felt, he forgot because I want to try to keep at least a little bit of my pride. I don't even know what I was thinking—"

Derek jumped at the bathroom door opening, and he rushed out of Casey's room. He acted casual as he saw Lizzie come out of the bathroom.

"Hey Liz. Do you know where Casey is?"

"No. Why?"

"Oh, uh, I just wanted her to tutor me now instead of later." Lizzie raised her eyebrows.

"Err…What?"

"I asked her to tutor me. I don't want to fail and that's what I'm going to get without her help."

"But you don't like Casey, why'd you ask her?"

"Convenience. I live with her." She shrugged her shoulders and started to walk away.

"If I see her I'll tell her you were looking for her." Derek watched her go downstairs, and then he snuck back into Casey's room. He sat down and peered at the journal.

"I don't even know what I was thinking. Me and Derek? Never…There was a time I hoped, but it's silly. I still remember when I first saw him, before our parents got married. He was so cute. It's been about two years now, and he's gotten hot. But I'm his step-sister…AND HE'S A JERK. I—"

"What are you doing?" Derek snapped his head up. Her face was red with embarrassment.

"Nothing. I was just wondering if you would tutor me right now. I have nothing to do."

"Well I do. Why don't you try thinking of other people instead of yourself!" Casey crossed her arms. Derek quickly glanced at the diary entry so he could finish it.

"I HATE HIM."

"I was just asking Casey. Calm down."

"Get out please." She looked away from him. Again, she was silently saying what her journal said and what he already knew. Casey hated him.

An hour ticked by as he sat at his computer chatting it up with random people on the net. He enjoyed that he could talk to girls from all over the world. It gave him new vibes to use when picking up chicks.

A small knock sounded on the door, and then Casey entered before he could answer. She sat on the edge of the bed, furthest away from him, and pulled out a pencil and a piece of paper. He walked over with his English textbook and opened it to Julius Caesar. Boring.

"You are stuck on Julius Caesar?"

"I don't even know how to spell it. Do you think I understand what they are talking about?" She rolled her eyes at him and took the book from him. Casey jotted down some notes and added a few question marks. "Can I have a piece of paper?" Without looking from the book, she snatched out a piece of clean paper and handed it to him. Derek took it and set it on his nightstand. He grabbed a pencil and started writing down a note to her. If he couldn't say it, maybe he could write it.

Casey.

I'm sorry for anything I did that you hated. I don't actually try to hurt you. I hope you forgive me. I am truly sorry.

Even writing it made him feel guilty. He handed it back to her and she glanced over it then jotted something down angrily and shoved it into his chest.

I don't hate what you did Derek. I hate YOU.

Derek's mouth flew open, but he closed it when the shock passed. He thought that she would be sure to forgive him and everything would be better.

I don't know if I fully understand what I did.

He handed it back to her.

That's too bad isn't it? I thought you wanted me to tutor you?

I do want you to tutor me…it's just. I'm sorry! I can't say anymore than that.

Why are you so insensitive?

Insensitive?

Oh. Right, you probably don't know what that means.

I know what insensitive means. I just don't know how I am insensitive when I am sitting here actually trying to apologize to you.

Women are like god. We work in mysterious ways, and you can't pretend to know what we mean.

"That's for sure." Casey looked at him with a heart-wrenching glare.

"If this is what I am in here for, then I am leaving." She got up and started to leave. He grabbed her by the wrist and she turned to look at him. Derek felt his face turn sympathetic and he saw the anger leave her eyes.

"Just tutor me then."

Casey sat next to him, as far away as she could be without being too far, and they studied Julius Caesar until he understood it. Derek thought deep about.

"It's amazing that no matter how famous or popular you are, someone always hates you." Derek stated. Casey kept her eyes down, and she spoke solemnly.

"Yeah. Someone always hates you." He looked at her. She glanced up at him. Derek smirked at her. Casey got up and left the room. Why exactly do I care if she's mad at me?