AN: One of my friends Lindsay wanted to finish the story so I let her. Personally Im done with Dasey fics they are now all cliched and copying other works or just not interesting. I do not take credit for the work in this chapter.

Casey closed her locker as a arm belonging to Derek draped across her shoulder. "Let's take a walk," he said as they took steps.

"Not with you," she replied pushing his arm off her.

"Aw your mad at me. Please don't be, you never get mad at me," he teased with a grin.

"Im sick of you Derek. Leave me alone." she crossed her arms as she began walking past him. He continued beside her.

"Youre no fun, Case. You take everything so fuckin seriously." he looked at her unamused.

"I know you think life is a game, but its not." she said miserably.

"Fine, guess I won't be playing with you anymore. There's plenty of girls who know how to have a good time." he said simply.

There it was: her freedom. She was free to no longer feel like a posession to be used when needed. But with that freedom came fear. She had been a pawn of Derek's for so long, it was new to feel like she wasn't. Restraints that had once been wrapt around her were gone and she felt as if something was misplaced. Something was missing, leaving her with no ties to hold on to. Those restraints were her crutch. They kept her from having to stand on her own feet.

So she and Derek were done. She was no different from the other girls on his list. She had been foolish, thinking she could have been different from them in his eyes, that he could keep a stable relationship with her because he was going to fall in love with her. She thought she could be the one to change him into a better person. Had she really been so naive. Now she realized all the other girls must have thought the same thing. How could she have been stupid? Why hadn't she thought before getting trapped? Why did her mind seem to go missing in action?

She knew their affair meant nothing to him. She had always known it wouldn't last. She knew one day he wouldn't be into her anymore. She knew the story. She had watched the ending with the many girls Derek had been involved with.

Why had he chose her? He knew she didn't want to mess around, that she wanted a serious relationship, so why did he pick her? Because a girl who had been strong, until he so easily broke her down, tasted delicious.

He deserved to fall apart. She wanted to see him hurt. She wished he could feel as meaningless as he made her feel. She wiped her tears.

She was fervor with hate. She waited for him, ready to attack. He came home and headed upstairs. As he entered his room, Casey marched in. Her eyes pierced sharply into him. She shut the door behind her, clearly angry.

"Get out," he said faintly annoyed.

"Youre an asshole." she said vehemently.

He smiled. "You haven't been this upset in a long time. I thought you lost your fighting spirit. Its nice to see you can get hateful like you used to. I was beginning to think you didn't hate me anymore."

"Oh believe me I hate you," she stated and there was no doubt.

He clicked his tongue. "I love it when you look at me like that. You'll never look at another guy the way you look at me you know that right?" His fingers grazed her cheek.

Casey smacked his hand off of hers. "No other girl's fury turns you on like mine." she responded.

He laughed like she had said something ridiculous. "Ive had sexier. Yeah definately."

She almost became the sad, pathetic girl again, but she refused to let him bring her down once more.

She scoffed. "I don't think so. Nothing gets your dick harder than me irritated with you."

She could tell he was surprised that she stood her ground. "The only sexy thing about you is that your my stepsister."

That was a lie. He tried too hard to sell it. "Yeah," she challenged.

"Yeah...but if you want another roll in the sheets with me. I'll be nice. I'll make you feel better."

He put a hand on the small of her back and the other gripped her waist. Like one in thirst tasting drops of cool water, she felt gratification in his touch. She didn't care if he took everything in her, as long as he took her.

For the moment, nothing else mattered but feeling him, being close to him. To hell with feeling independent, it was only lonliness in disguise. She didn't want to be strong, it was tiring. She didn't care about being right, man never always is. So what if she lost all the other virtuous traits, as long as she didn't lose this, she thought, as Derek kissed her.

But if she ignored all that, she would lose him. Those traits are what made her more desirable than the other girls. So if she wanted him to keep that mantra she had to be strong, determined, righteous and independent. Realizing this she pushed him off. Denying him left him craving for her, though he would never admit that, being too proud.

Every once in a while to keep him interested she wouldn't give in leaving him secretly begging for more. This way she was the only one who could provoke his greatest sexual desires. Derek never quit being cruel, but she used it as fuel to ignite her anger and direct it at him. It was a process that, toxic as it may be, made them perfect together.