Derek's POV now! Um, sorry if I got anything wrong about college… yeah I know nothing about that. And it's mostly dialogue. Sorry about that too. The next chapter will be much better than this… Thank you, thank you, thank you to my reviewers!!!!! You guys are so incredibly nice and are what keeps me going! Here we go!

I stared ahead, fuming, still ticked off at that rat. How could he? How dare he?! My knuckles turned white clutching the steering wheel.

Casey placed a gentle hand on my arm. "It's okay, Derek. I'm okay." she said, barely audible. I relaxed a little under her grip and I glanced at her for a split second before looking back at the road. She looked nervous and pale. She said Truman didn't do anything to her, but did she really mean it? She was too shaken up for anything not to happen.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You look bad." I mentally slapped myself. Wow, talk about a horrible choice of words.

"I'm sure I don't look as bad as Truman." Casey laughed, and I gave a little chuckle. She did have a good sense of humor despite what other people said. "I'm fine, I promise." I realized her hand was still on my arm… Concentrate on the road Derek.

She sighed and sat back in her chair, removing her hand. My arm suddenly went cold. "Still, I feel kind of bad for just leaving him there."

I stared at her incredulously and then turned my attention back to the road. "You're kidding, right? I mean, that creep-"

"Yeah, Derek, he tried to kiss me and he is a crazy stalker." she shuddered a little. "But he will be stuck there forever if we don't go get him."

I shrugged. "Who cares?"

She looked at me reproachfully. "Do you really want to go to jail for murder?"

"Fine." I groaned, making a u-turn in the nearest driveway. "But I do not plan on being nice."

"Neither do I." she said, crossing her arms across her chest. "Trust me."

It took us about 15 minutes to get back to Truman. He was still sitting pathetically on the ground, now holding his cell phone in the air, apparently trying to get reception. What a loser.

He grinned as we approached, until he realized who was in the car. I pulled over and stepped out. He cowered a little, which made me laugh.

"Have you come back to beat the living daylights out of me again?" he asked. "I think once was enough."

"I could punch harder if you haven't learned your lesson." I said, holding up my fist. He stepped back a little. "Or, you could shut up, get in the car, and we could drive you to the nearest gas station where you could phone for help."

"Is this a trick?"

"No, Truman." said a voice behind me. Casey had gotten out of The Prince. "Just get in the car."

"So, you still do have feelings for me after all?" He smirked. I scowled, raising my fist a little higher for him to see.

Casey rolled her eyes. "Bye Truman." She turned to walk away and I followed in suit, turning back to shoot Truman a menacing glare.

"I'm just kidding!" he yelled, running over to the car and opening the door and jumping inside. "I promise I won't hit on you again!"

Casey shot a reassuring grin my way and we both got in the car. "Good." she said. "Because we don't have a problem throwing you out the window if you try to flirt with me again."

"Scout's honor." Truman put on his seatbelt and we sped away once again.

Nothing was said until we got to the gas station, happily depositing our unwanted cargo.

"Thanks." Truman mumbled as he stepped out of the car. I noticed him eyeing up a brunette that was filling up her car. I shook my head. Some people.

"Glad I could teach you a lesson." I said. "I'd be happy to do it again, but hopefully we won't have to go through that again. In fact, we better not ever have to go through that again, got it?"

Truman nodded solemnly and we were on our way again.

The silence was awkward and long as we made our way to the college campus, so I decided to say something. "So, um. I called and explained everything to the dean, considering we weren't there at the orientation. And I got you a dorm room too, just so they, you know, didn't run out by the time we got there."

I saw her smile out of the corner of my eye. "Derek, how did you-"

"You know, me and my sweet talk. It comes in handy quite often." I shot her a grin. I heard her laugh.

"You are something else, you know that?" she asked. "Thank you." she added. "For everything." Her hand came to rest on my arm again. I was instantly warm.

"Don't let anyone else know I did anything nice for you!" I warned her. "…And you're welcome." I took one of my hands of the steering wheel and grabbed her hand in my own without thinking. Warmness radiated throughout my whole body. But it was all my pleasure.

Next chapter comin at ya- soon! I promise. (when have I ever lied about Dasey?! lol)