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So…here's Chapter 5, R&R and please, no flames!

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degrassichick

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Chapter 5

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Finally! A normal date!

My date with Brian was definitely relaxing after what went on with Chuck.

We went to see a movie and then ordered a pizza and ate it in the bed of his pickup truck with a blanket under us.

How cute is that?

"This house?" he asks, as he edges towards my house around 11:15.

"That's the one." I say sadly, I really don't want this date to end.

He pulls into the driveway and takes the key out of the ignition, "I had a really good time with you, Casey."

I smile, "I had a really good time with you too, Brian." I say softly.

"Can we hang out again soon?" he asks.

I nod, "Absolutely. Do you have a pen?"

He hands me a pen and I grab his hand, writing my phone number down.

I've watched too many teen movies.

"Well, I'll see you later…" he drifts off.

I smile and brush my lips softly against his, "Bye Brian." I say with a smile before hopping out of his truck and watching as he pulled out of my driveway and disappeared down the street.

Letting out a sigh, I make my way towards the front door, opening it and tiptoeing inside.

"Where have you been?" Derek's voice asks as soon as I shut the door.

I let out a scream and turn towards him, "God, Derek! Give me a heart attack, why don't you?"

"Where were you?"

"Out on my date with Brian, where did you think I was? You called like thirty minutes ago."

"You shouldn't be out that late on dates." Derek scolds.

What is wrong with him?

"Oh please," I scoff, "you're out on dates until three in the morning!" I exclaim, "And besides, Mom and George said it was fine when I called them, so relax."

"Well you broke the rules." Derek states.

My jaw drops, "How did I break the rules?"

"I didn't meet your date." He says, grinning triumphantly.

"He's the prize guy at Broadway Billiards! You saw what he looked like and he answered my cell when you called! That's all you needed was to know, that I was with him."

Derek's face pales, "Well…what was he doing with your phone in the first place?"

I groan, "Why do you even care?" I ask exasperatingly.

"Just looking out for you, Case."

I roll my eyes, "Well do yourself a favor, and don't look out for me anymore, okay?" I ask annoyingly before turning and running up the stairs towards my bedroom.

I slam my door shut behind me and lean against it, only to see Lizzie laying on her bed, reading a book.

"You're still up?" I ask confusingly.

"It's twenty after eleven." She says factually.

"Yeah, but it's a Sunday."

Lizzie rolls her eyes, "We don't have school tomorrow, remember?"

I rack through my brain, she's right. It's a vacation day.

"Oh…" I say, "You're right."

Lizzie sighs, "Nice argument with Derek."

"God, he's so infuriating!" I groan and throw myself on my bed.

"He was really worried about you." She declares.

I roll my eyes, "I don't care if he sent the police out looking for me, he had no right to flip out on me like that."

Lizzie lets out a sigh before sitting her book down on her nightstand and leaning back on her bed, "So, are you going to see him again?"

"Brian? Yeah, I hope so."

"Are you guys allowed to date the same person twice?" Lizzie asks.

I let out a sigh and shake my head, "Fifteen different people. That's why Derek's date from today didn't count."

"Does he know that?" Lizzie asks confusingly.

I smirk; if Derek would have known that then there is no way he would have gone on another date with Tiffanie.

"No, I don't think so."

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"Morning, sweetie. How was your weekend?" Nora asks me as she walks into the kitchen the next morning.

I shrug, "Fine, I guess."

I went on three dates with two psychos, nothing out of the norm.

"Morning, Mom." Casey chirps, jogging down the stairs and pecking her mom on the cheek before frowning towards me, "Detective Derek."

"Detective Derek?" Nora asks confusingly.

Casey nods, "Yep; your pathetic-excuse-of-a-stepson over there waited by the door for me last night."

"You waited by the door for Casey to get home?" Nora asks.

I shrug, "It was almost eleven thirty, Nora. Isn't that a bit late?"

Nora sighs, "Derek, I've known you to be out longer than that."

I roll my eyes, is everybody against me in this household?

"I'm going to go see if Marti is up yet, I was going to take her to the park." Nora says before excusing herself from the kitchen and retreating upstairs.

"So…I'm officially beating you." Casey says triumphantly.

What?

"No you're not," I laugh nervously, "we're tied up."

Casey grins and shakes her head, "Nope, sorry."

"We've both went on three dates, we're tied."

"Yes, but I went on three dates with three different people; you went on three dates as well, but two of the dates were with the same girl."

"So? That has nothing to do with it!"

Casey shakes her head, "It does, actually. You said, and I quote, 'I bet you that by the end of this week, I can have at least ten girls crawling all over me'."

"I never said different in that quote, Case." I say, taking a bite out of my cereal.

Casey rolls her eyes at me, "You didn't have to. You said 'at least ten girls' that means different. It doesn't count, you went out with Tiffanie twice; therefore, I am winning."

"But that's not fair."

Casey scoffs, "Sorry Derek, all's not fair in love, war, and high school."

"That's not even the right quote!" I shout out after her as she saunters out of the kitchen, "This conversation isn't over!"

"I think it is…" she sings out at me mockingly as she makes her way towards the stairs.

I'm an idiot.

I run a hand through my hair and let out a frustrated sigh.

"What's up your butt?" Edwin asks, walking into the kitchen.

"Casey." I grumble.

Edwin laughs, "What'd she do? Is she beating you?"

"Yes." I look up at him, "Apparently when I speak, I don't hear myself…because I missed a very important detail. And that's that you can't re-date the same person."

Edwin lets out a chuckle, "So your date from Hell yesterday didn't count?"

I roll my eyes, "Apparently."

Edwin keeps laughing.

What kind of crap is that? First he picks Casey over me to win this bet, and now he laughs at me.

Some brother I've got.

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I'm lying on my bed, reading a book, when the phone rings.

I sigh and roll off the bed, making my way towards the phone sitting on my nightstand, "Hello?"

"Is Derek there…?" a girl's voice asks.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, he's here."

"Oh, okay. Well could you tell him that Becca is waiting for him outside?"

Another date, go figure.

I sigh, "Sure, I'll tell him."

"Thanks." Becca says and hangs up.

I roll my eyes and toss my phone on the bed before making my way towards the hall, "Derek, Becca is outside for you!" I shout out.

"Who's Becca?" Derek calls back.

I scoff, "How should I know? Maybe it's Becca Peterson."

"What's she doing here?" Derek calls back.

"Just go ask her!" I yell before slamming my bedroom door shut.

I return to my bed and turn back to my book as I hear the front door shutting.

It makes sense if its Becca Peterson…I guess. She's in all advanced classes and is very brainy…plus-according to Emily, she's had a crush on Derek since the fourth grade.

I let out a frustrated sigh before curiosity gets the better of me and I make my way towards the window, pushing the sashes aside and glancing out at our front yard to see it is.

It's not Becca Peterson; it's Becca Reynolds-one of the most popular girls in our grade.

She's grinning at him flirtatiously and running a hand over his arm.

He says something that makes her laugh, her jaw dropping open and clomping up and down as she slings her hands around his neck and whispers something in his ear.

Derek grins and nods before wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her off down the sidewalk.

Great, we're tied up.

Wait a second, I have to meet her.

Haha! He's going to have the worst date on the planet…know why?

I'm following.

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He took her to the movies, how typical.

All the more reason to make out, I suppose.

I watch as they take their seats before plopping myself down two rows behind them.

I sit back on my chair and watch as they casually talk to one another, Derek slips his arm over her shoulder.

Why is he always so quick to his actions? Not all girls like that, you know!

Apparently, Becca does, because she grins and pecks his cheek.

I throw my forehead into my palm; can't a single girl (besides me, of course) just not like him?

Derek murmurs something towards her and Becca's face lights up.

Please tell me he didn't ask her to make-out.

The couple slowly begins to lean into each other.

He did ask her that!

My jaw clenches and I shake my head in disbelief, I can't believe this.

Just then, an overweight man comes in front of me and plops down right in front of my view of Derek and Becca.

Oh no…no, no, no!

I lean up as high as I can and try to catch a view, but all I can see is two heads meshing against each other.

Well, I now know for sure that they are making out at least.

If only the dude in front of me would just move already!

He lets out a cough and throws an arm over the chairs on either side of him.

I let out a frustrated sigh and tap him on the shoulder, "Excuse me, I'm supervising my step-brother's date in front of you and I was wondering if you could scoot down a few seats?"

The man turns around.

Oh…crap.

It's Chuck.

"Casey!" he exclaims, "Sit beside me, c'mon…don't be shy."

My face pales and I grimace, if I want to see what's going on with Derek and Becca, I guess it's my best move.

I stand up from where I am sitting and move to the row where Chuck is, sitting down beside him. His arm immediately clamps over my shoulder.

"This is great." He smiles triumphantly.

Yep…absolutely perfect.

Eh hem, not.

"Wait a minute; you're supervising your brother's date?" he asks, his voice suddenly growing angrier.

"Yeah, why?"

That's when I realize it.

Oh my God.

Tiffanie.

"That cheating punk!" Chuck exclaims before hurling his arm off of my shoulder and throwing it around Derek's neck, holding it up against the seat.

My mouth drops open.

This is very bad.

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"What the hell?" I choke out, trying to escape the psycho's arm, "Let me go!"

Becca squeals, "Oh no, Derek!" she cries out.

"You think you can just get away with cheating on my sister like that, you little ass?" a very familiar voice seethes.

It's Chuck.

Becca's mouth drops open, "You're with another girl?"

My eyes widen and I shake my head, "No, Becca…it's not that, I-"

SMACK.

"I can't believe I agreed to go on this date with you. I hate you, Derek Venturi!" she cries out before running down the aisle and up the stairs of the theater room we are in.

Shit. Now who's going to help me?

Go figure the only three of us in the theater were me, Becca, and Chuck.

"Chuck, let go." Another very familiar voice says.

My heart speeds up.
Casey is here.

"Okay, Case…sorry, baby." He says and releases his grip from my neck.

I jolt my head around to face Casey as the theater goes dark, the previews beginning to roll, "You told him?"
Casey shakes her head, "I didn't actually know who I was talking to."

I roll my eyes and stand up, latching onto her arm and pulling her up with me.

"Where are you taking my girl?" Chuck asks, standing up as well.

I scoff, "I'm not taking your girl anywhere; I'm taking Casey home."

And with that I hauled her out of the theater.

"Thanks a lot, Case." I grumble as we brush past the concession area and towards the main center of the mall.

"All I said was that I was supervising my step brother's-" she cuts herself off.

I can see why.

I smirk, "Supervising? You followed me here?"

Casey rolls her eyes, "Not on purpose, you just…happened to be here."

"Then why were you supervising?"

Casey groans frustratingly, "Just shut up." She proclaims and stalks ahead of me.

I chuckle, "And why would I do that? We're now officially tied."

Casey stops and turns to face me, a smile slowly spreading to her face, "Nope."

My face pales, "What do you mean 'no'?"

Casey laughs, "Well, I came here to make it fair for you and meet your date. But I didn't get to meet her; therefore, the date doesn't count."

She isn't serious.

No way can she be serious.

"Well that's a stupid rule." I scoff.
Casey rolls her eyes, "You came up with it, genius."

"Well, can I take it back?" I ask.

Casey grins, "Nope, sorry." She says and hurries off ahead of me as she spots a guy standing by a cart selling hands.

Oh yeah, that's high rank.

First she asks out a guy with no job, then goes out with guy who could easily be on WANTED posters, then asks out a guy working at a prize counter, and now a guy working out a cap cart.

How classy of her.

She hurries up to him and smiles, he grins back and they stay like that for five minutes.

Wait a minute…she's rubbing his arm.

Why is she rubbing his arm?

She shouldn't be doing that, should she?

I shake my head and stalk up towards her, wrapping my arm around her waist.

"Baby, what are you doing?" I coo in her ear.

What is she doing?

No, what am I doing?

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So…what'd you think?

R&R and please, no flames!

Lotsa love, degrassichick