Casey sat in a ball on her bedroom floor, crying. She thought back to the first time they met, and how rude he was. Had he liked her since then, or was it spur of the moment, like the other girls he's always kissing? She heard a knock on the door, and wiped her years as well as she could. "come in." she said in a shaky voice. Derek walked into her room and looked at her. "What do you want, Derek?" she asked, looking away so he wouldn't see her tears. "Case, have you been-crying?" he asked, pretending to find it funny when he really felt like someone had punched him in the gut. "Yeah, my favorite character died in my book." she lied, notioning to the book shelf. "right." Derek said, then closed the door and walked over. He pushed a pile of history books over and sat where they had been ext to her. "Listen, Casey, about, I, uh," he scratched the back of his head. Casey laughed, then hiccupped. "what?" he asked, looking at her. "Just, you always say to much and now when you actually should speak you don't." she said, smiling. Derek couldn't help but stare. she's even pretty when she cries, he thought, then shook his head. "I'm going to bed." Derek said, then stood up. Before he could leave he felt Casey's shaky hand grab his wrist. "wait, Derek, I'm sorry." Derek stared at his wrist where Casey's hand rested. His stomach danced with butterflies, and Derek wondered if she felt the same thing. Casey saw he was staring at her hand and quickly pulled it back. "goodnight, Derek." Casey said,standing up and climbing into her bed. "Goodnight, Case." Derek called over his shoulder
