Author's NoteI was having some problems with my chapter 11 and I am sure that someone tried to post a review, dani I think, and I would like you to go back and re-read it because I ended up taking it down after twenty minutes. I made a bunch of changes and it's important to the story. So if I say 'what did Dereka and Paul talk about?', and you have no clue then you need to read last chapter. Sorry! I love reviews! And I love all my regular reviewers! (Danimarie92, Mac-alicious, Megan, Claire, KRB--I love you guys!!) Special thanks to anonymous Claire for telling me a canadian restaruant. I changed Denny's to Wimpy's. YAY!

Disclaimer There are few things in the world that make me cry, and not owning Micheal Seater is one of them. One day, when I have brainwashed the nonconformists into my evil scheme I will force them to brainwash the owners of Life with Derek to sign it ALL over to me! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAah. Hah. Take that.

Yesterday Casey had looked truly hurt, but Derek didn't know what to do. He wanted to do something, but he had no clue what could possibly be done. If he wanted to be friends with her first, then he should be doing something. Friends, friends with girls, do that right?

It was Sunday, and Casey was getting ready for a dance thing. He knew he couldn't talk to her about it right now, but what he could do made him feel guilty for the first time.

She was in the shower, singing, and her bedroom was empty. Her journal wasn't lying out this time, but he looked silently around her room for it. As Derek sifted through her drawers, he came across the panty drawer. Curious, he looked at the many different colored ones and even spotted a few thongs. Derek was surprised. Oddly enough he wanted to see her wearing them. Heat squirreled through his crotch and he hurriedly closed the drawer.

Derek looked atop her shelves, and looked underneath her bed. When he finally found it he felt stupid for not looking there first. It was underneath her pillows. Derek tried to open it, but it was locked.

"Damn it." He cursed. Just as he was about to leave the room he saw a lanyard hanging on the doorknob. On it was a house key, a room key, and a much smaller key. Derek smirked and used it on the diary. It opened with ease. He put the lanyard back on the doorknob and looked at last night's entry. His heart was starting to race, but his face refused to move and show his heart pounding fear. What if he had ruined it all last night?

Dear Diary,

I had decided to try it with Derek, just like I told you last entry, but Derek is so idiotic! I don't know why I even gave in. He won…He got me where he wanted, then he hurt me. I hope he's happy. He can tell everyone that he made Casey want him. I told him that I was willing to give it a shot, because I had this gut feeling…and I decided to actually listen to it instead of my head for a change, and he said we should just be friends! I knew that he wouldn't be interested for long. He is such a jerk. At least tomorrow I can dance to forget about him. When I dance, I forget about everything and for a rare moment I feel special because everyone's eyes are on me. I hope Derek's eyes shed tears, even though they probably won't, because then maybe I wouldn't feel as pathetic as I do right now.

Derek let out a sigh. He didn't see it like that; he figured that he was doing something good trying to be friends first, so if they did get together it would last longer. I think I'd want it to last longer. Derek continued surprising himself with thoughts he would never have dreamed of thinking. He thought he was the girl master, but there were still plenty of girls that he might not ever be able to master. Derek refused to keep going back and apologizing to Casey, but he would be able to tell her that what she thought wasn't what he meant. He didn't feel he needed to apologize. It was her fault she took it the wrong way. Derek closed the journal and heard the lock click as he placed it underneath her pillow. He sighed heavily as he stood and walked to the door.

Someone started opening it, which was sure to be Casey, and he jumped behind the door quickly. Casey shut the door and walked forward. She was wrapped in nothing but a towel, her hair was wet, and sticking to her back. Casey was clean, but she looked so messy. Derek liked it, and he smirked. Her back was to him and she was bent over grabbing some clean clothes. He didn't dare move.

Casey undid the towel and it fell to the ground revealing her water slicked back and round ass. Derek tilted his head back and closed his eyes, making sure he would forever remember the image. An erection grew in his pants, and all he wanted to do was fuck her silly. He couldn't though, and if she so much as turned slightly she would see him.

Derek looked back down and Casey was staring at him with her mouth open. He smirked, but inside he dreaded what he reaction would be.

"What are you doing in my room?" Casey said in a harsh whisper.

"I was looking for you." She was still in so much shock that she still hadn't covered up herself. He was viewing her as quickly as possible, his erection getting stiffer. Casey looked down at him, and then looked at herself. She slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming and she plunged beneath her blankets.

"How dare you Derek! I bet you were just waiting for me to get out so you could see me like this! Why do you do this to me! Get out!" Casey started going on and on, yelling in that quiet way so no one would come in. Derek had tuned her out because it was stupid yelling. He sat on the bed next to her.

"Casey shut up." She just looked at him with a shocked glare, her face getting red. "Do you want the truth?" He managed to sigh out of him.

"Yes, that would be nice for a change." Casey said angrily.

"I've been reading your journal." She smirked at him. Derek made a confused face.

"That's exactly what I wanted you to do. That's why I've only been writing about you." Casey crossed her arms. He was still confused.

"Don't be stupid, I saw you reading it the first time. I don't know what journal entry you read, but I saw you. I'm not stupid, unlike some people."

"I'm not stupid Casey." Derek stated simply.

"Street smarts don't count. Besides, how stupid can you be to read my journal instead of just asking me directly?" Derek shrugged his shoulders.

"Why would you want me to read your journal?"

"Because if you were reading it without my permission you wouldn't be able to respond to it. Why did you want to read it?" Derek looked down.

"I don't know."

"Yeah you do. You just don't want to tell me."

"So."

"I told you. Why can't you tell me? If you want to be friends that bad then why don't you say it?" Casey uncrossed then re-crossed her arms over the comforter. His erection was starting to go down. Derek sighed and looked back up.

"Because I wanted to know what I always did that was so wrong. I talked to Paul last week and he said that I should try being 'just friends' with someone who wanted commitment. I can't give that to you, and I know you want it." Casey looked down.

"Paul said that?"

"Yeah." Derek said solemnly. He knew that she trusted Paul with nearly everything.

"Could you leave now? I need to get dressed. I can't think. I have to think. I have to practice. I just…leave?" Derek let out a very aggravated sigh and exited the room. He wanted to keep talking to her; Casey's voice sometimes could calm him. But he knew that he had to give her space, and he needed some time away from her too.