Hey! Well, I tried to update faster this time:-p LoL…

The end of this chapter is a bit…different, than I had planned when I started writing this…but oh, well! But there is something in this chapter that you might like (wink, wink)…

Well, here is Chapter 9…

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Lotsa love, degrassichick

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Chapter 9

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I watch as Derek's face pales at the sight of Sam.

Haha!

I smirk and begin to watch the conversation between them, Sam looks much happier than Derek, who looks like he just found out that hockey has been banned throughout Canada.

"Sam…what are you doing here?" Derek asks, his voice slightly shaking as he glances at his best friend curiously.

Sam brushes past him and smirks at me, handing me a bouquet of lilies, "I'm here to pick up Casey for our date."

Derek's jaw drops, "You're going on a date…with Casey?"

Sam smirks towards him, "Well, I'm sure as hell not going on a date with you, am I?"

Derek's eyes narrow at him before he shifts his gaze towards me, "Why didn't you tell me that you were going on a date with him?"

Excuse me?

"I'm sorry…" I say sarcastically, "I didn't know that I had to have your approval over who I can and can't date."

Derek rolls his eyes, "Well, you could have at least-"

"Hey Derek…sorry, I know you said that you'd pick me up but I was just driving around with some friends and they drove by your house so I just told them to drop me off here. I knew you were home, your car is still in the driveway." A soft and happy voice calls out.

I glance back towards the door and see Alyson Warner shyly stepping into our foyer.

I sneer towards her, "Hello Alyson."

She glances at me, her dark blue eyes twinkling, "Hey Casey." She says with a smile, giving me a small wave with her perfectly manicured hand, before she turns back towards Sam and Derek, "Hey Sam…Derek, are you ready to go?"

Derek glares at both Sam and me before turning towards her and smirking, "I have a better idea."

Uh oh, that's never good.

"What is it?" Alyson asks confusingly.

"Why don't we double date?" he suggests, smirking evilly towards me.

That asshole!

I shake my head, "No…Sam and I have our own-"

"I'm up for it." Sam states, nodding his head towards the three of us.

I must remind myself to kill him later.

Alyson smiles, "Sounds good to me." She turns her head towards me, "What do you say, Case?"

Case? She did not just call me Case!

I gulp before glancing at them, Derek is still smirking, "Fine, I guess."

I know I'm going to regret this, I just know it.

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"What topping do you want on the pizza, Casey?" Sam asks her as we sit at a booth at a local pizza joint.

Casey glances down at the menu, reading over the suggestions.

Oh please, she picks the same exact topping every single time we go out for pizza, why is she even bothering?

Sam eyes her, "Do you want-"

"She'll have the pepperoni and mushroom, thin crust, medium." I cut him off, saying to the waiter.

Casey shoots a glare up towards me at the same time that Sam does.

"Man, Derek… you know her pizza toppings just like that?"

I glare towards her, "After living with her for over two years, you learn that type of thing."

Casey glares at me before rolling her eyes and turning towards Sam, "I think I'm going to head to the girl's room." She says, sliding off of the booth and circling around the perimeter of booths and tables.

I glance towards Alyson before watching Casey walk off, my eyes focused on what part of her body; a certain lower part of her body.

I snap out of my stupor and glance towards Alyson, "I think I'm going to go see what type of music they play on the jukebox." I state.

Alyson smiles at me and nods, sliding off of the booth and letting me through.

I give her a small smirk before nodding my head towards Sam and heading off in the same direction that Casey went.

Thank God the jukebox is in the same corridor as the washrooms.

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Ugh, Derek had some nerve ordering for me.

I can't believe he actually remembers what pizza topping I like!

That's insane…but sweet at the same time.

I really wish he wouldn't have asked Sam and I to go with him and Alyson to the restaurant, I'm getting sick and tired of seeing Alyson and him sharing smiles and giggling, and it doesn't help much that every time Sam and I exclude Derek in a conversation, he glares at me and then shoots daggers at Sam with his eyes.

It's almost as if he's jealous or something!

Ha…yeah right.

I highly doubt that Derek Venturi ever gets jealous.

I turn on the faucet and let the cool water run over my hands before I splash it over my house, thank goodness I'm not wearing any mascara, it would kind of defeat the whole purpose of putting it on. Plus, I'd look like a raccoon.

I dry off my face with a paper towel and shake my head around, flipping my brown hair back over my shoulders before heading back towards the door of the bathroom and swinging it open.

Derek is standing at the door, leaning against the jukebox.

"Can I help you?" I ask annoyingly.

"You and Sam are getting cozy, now aren't you?"

I eye him confusingly, "What?"

"All the secret smiles and jokes, did you think I wasn't going to notice?"

"What are you talking about?"

Derek rolls his eyes, pushing himself off of the jukebox and stepping closer towards me, "Well if I would have known that you guys were going to spend the entire night flirting with each other, I never would have invited you two."

My jaw drops, "Oh, bullshit Derek! You invited us along on this stupid date just to see us doing something like this." Derek stares me up and down as I continue my lecture, his eyes lingering on my lips, "I don't know what your problem is, you're just such a jerk and all you care about is-"

I don't get to finish my sentence. I get cut off by Derek's lips crashing against my own.

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Damn, Casey looks so beautiful when she's pissed off.

I think that's what made me kiss her.

That's right. I, Derek Venturi, kissed Casey McDonald-my stepsister.

And I have to tell you, it feels damn good.

Casey struggles against me at first, as my lips crush against hers. She doesn't respond, just pounds her fists against my chest, trying to get me to let her go.

I don't, of course.

I sling one arm around her waist and circle the other one around her neck, pulling her closer towards me.

Her punching stops as her hands slide up around my neck, pushing my head towards her. I press my tongue against her closed lips and we begin a battle of dominance. I win of course, and my tongue slides into her mouth forcefully.

She groans against me and I slightly lift her up, staggering us into the washroom and pushing her up against the door as soon as it closes behind us. She wraps her arms around my neck tighter as she circles her legs around my waist.

I break my lips away from her own and slowly start of trail of kisses down to her neck. I can taste the perfume that she had lightly sprayed across her neck, it tastes like vanilla. I begin to press heated kisses around her neck, nipping and sucking.

She moans against me and begins to play with my hair, pulling my head back up to her lips as she kisses me deeper.

I groan against her, I never knew I wanted to kiss her this bad. I mean, sure, I've had dreams about her, dreams about kissing her and dreams about doing much more than just kissing her-more times than one, in fact.

"Derek…" she whimpers against me, pressing against me tighter until we almost begin to crumple down to the floor.

"Mommy! I can't get in, the doors blocked!" a young girl's shrieking voice calls out.

Casey and I break apart and she jumps down, wiping her lips and staring at me in shock, "Oh my God…oh my God…oh my God…that didn't happen." She concludes.

I eye her confusingly as we back away from the door.

She glances at the door as it slowly begins to open and she pushes me into a bathroom stall, "Shut the door!" she hisses.

I roll my eyes and close the door behind me, leaning against it.

I listen as the girl says hello to Casey before she heads to a stall.

The stall door opens up and Casey pokes her head in, "Come on." She mouths towards me.

I follow her out of the stall and we head back into the washroom corridor.

"That never happened Derek." Casey tells me as we stand by the jukebox.

I glance down at her neck, noticing the start of a hickey, "Looks like it did, Case." I say, nodding my head towards the spot.

Casey's eyes widen and she slaps her hand over her neck, "I could so kill you right now."

I roll my eyes, "You didn't exactly stop me from kissing you, now did you?"

Casey narrows her eyes at me and whips her hair around, her chestnut locks covering up the spot that marked her, "Go to Hell, Derek." She hisses before whipping around and stalking back towards the table.

I watch her walk off before running a hand through my hair and turning to the jukebox.

That's when it hits me.

I just made out with my stepsister. My stepsister! Not to mention my best friend's date! Okay, making out with my stepsister sounds a lot worse than making out with Sam's date.

Oh God, what did I just get myself into?

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As I sit back down at the booth, only one thought runs through my head.

I just made out with my stepbrother in a girl's washroom while on a date with his best friend.

"Hey, Case." Sam says with a smile as I slide back into the booth.

I glance towards him and give him a small smirk before twirling my straw around in my Pepsi.

What have I done?"

Derek returns back to the table, Learn to Fly by the Foo Fighters now blasting through the speakers.

I look up at him, rubbing my neck nervously.

"Wow, Derek…took a long time to choose a song, didn't it?" Alyson asks, smiling towards him.

Derek nods shortly, "Uh yeah…sorry. I got caught up in something." He looks up at me as well. Our eyes lock and I can feel my heart hammering against my chest, my stomach fluttering.

Oh my God, what's happening to me?

Our pizza arrives, but I can hardly eat. He made me lose my appetite. Derek Venturi made me actually lose my appetite.

I watch as Alyson smiles at Derek, slipping around him and kissing him on the cheek, whispering in his ear.

I gulp and glance down at my pizza disgustingly.

I crumple up my napkin and toss it down on my plate.

Sam eyes me confusingly, "Casey…are you okay?"

I gulp and look towards Derek and Alyson, who have now broken apart and are eyeing me confusingly.

I narrow my eyes at them before shooting my head towards Sam and gripping the front of his shirt, yanking towards me and pulling him into a deep kiss.

Sam cups his hands around my neck and kisses me deeper.

Sam isn't as good of a kisser as Derek.

Derek is much more passionate, and he's kind of rough. I like that about him. Sam just tries to hard and is just much more of a boring kisser than Derek is.

Oh God, I'm comparing my former crush's kissing to my stepbrother's kissing.

I am pathetic.

As mine and Sam's kiss drags on (and on and on...), I open my right eye and glance at Derek, who is glaring at the two of us.

"That's enough!" his voice booms as soon as I look at him.
Sam and I break apart and I glance at Derek evilly, "What's wrong Derek? Can't handle the PDA?"

Derek narrows his eyes at me, "We're leaving." He concludes.

Alyson's jaw drops, "But Derek…I haven't even started on my pizza yet!"

"Yeah, because you've been to busy purring in Derek's ear to even notice your food!"

"Well I haven't eaten my dinner yet either." Sam states.

Derek narrows his eyes, "Because you've been to busy playing tonsil hockey with my sister."

I correct him, "Stepsister." who you recently made out in the bathroom with. I finish the sentence in my head.

I know that Derek is thinking the same thing that I was.

"Well, fine. Sam, you can take Alyson home in your car. Casey, I'm taking you home."

That jerk.

I roll my eyes and smile apologetically at Sam, "See you tomorrow." I say softly before Derek practically hauls me up and pushes me out of the restaurant.

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Casey gives me the silent treatment all the way home.

It isn't until we get upstairs and I begin to head into my bedroom that she finally speaks up.

"What is your problem?" she practically shouts at me, following me into my room.

I whip my head towards her, "What is my problem? What is your problem, hot lips?"

Thank God nobody else is home but us, they would probably think that we had committed a crime with the way we were shouting at each other!

Okay, so we did slightly commit a crime. Incest. But we're not actually blood related, so it's not exactly incest…I don't think.

"You are my problem." She seethes, stepping up closer towards me and glaring up at me.

Well, I didn't exactly expect that comment.

"How am I your problem?" I ask, glaring down at her. We are so close that the toes of our shoes are pressing against each other.

Casey rolls her eyes and groans, "Well for starters, you attacked me in the bathroom-"

"In which you did not stop me."

Casey narrows her eyes at me, "Then, you had the nerve to start flirting with Alyson not even three minutes afterwards!" she exclaims.

"Wow Casey, you actually sound jealous."

I can tell that she is taken aback, her face pales and she begins to shake her head rapidly, "I am not jealous."

"Oh, really?" I smirk, "Because it seems like you are."

Casey places her hands on her hips, "Well, you don't know anything, obviously. Or else you would know that I was not jealous. What I showed at the restaurant was not jealousy, it was disgust."

I smirk down at her, "Whatever you say, Case."

I can tell she is getting annoyed at me by the way her lips purse.

"You're such an asshole, Derek."

"Well you weren't thinking that earlier tonight, now were-"

I get cut off by Casey's hand smacking against my cheek.

My head whips back and I lift my hand up to it and glance at her, "What the hell was that for?"

"Drop dead, Derek." She hisses before turning and stalking out of my bedroom.

Well, that went differently than I expected.

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Ta-da!

Well, I updated faster this time! Haha :-p

R&R and please, no flames!

Lotsa love, degrassichick