Derek POV
I looked at the doll she put in my hands. It looked old and its hair was frizzy. I flipped it upside down and its frizzy hair fell down before my feet. "So what do you want me to do with this..thing?" Casey was staring out the window this time looked completely out of it. "Spasey? Caasey?" I waved my hand in front of her face. She turned to me and started blushing. Wonder what she was thinking about? I repeated myself. "What do you want me to do with this thing?" Casey looks down at my feet and gasps seeing the rag hair at my feet. She bends down and grabs it flipping her hair in my face when she stands. Was that a bend and snap? She puts it back on lopsided. "Take care of it for a day. I need some time off. I've done a lot of work and all you have done is flirt with sluts." I scoff. "That girl was not a slut. You are just jealous!" "Of what? Her fake boobs and contact lenses? I don't think so. Now be gone. I've got some resting to do."
She plops down on the bed and closes her eyes. I looked away and felt dirty for looking at her. Here she was all pretty, hair all over in a hot way, pink lips slightly parted, nice size chest right out there, it was like she was an advertisement for sex. Or maybe I am just perverted? I took this doll thing downstairs andturned around when I heard sicoticscreaming behind me. The dolls hair falls to the floor again and i see it was only Casey behind me. "What are you doing," I yelled at her. She paused and took a deep breath. "I think the baby is hungry? Tired, or maybe needs to be burped?" Oh! I get it she is trying to be the voice of the 'baby'. "Shut up!" She keeps screaming. I go to the kitchen and take out a bottle then stick it in the babies mouth. It spills all over the face, and clothes. Now she needs to be changed. I go to the laundry area and pick out some baby clothes. What are they even doing out? I redress the hairless freak doll andbounce it slightly. Casey keeps screaming. I'm surprised she is able to keep this long. She pauses only for a split second and screams again.
I look at her. I have tried feeding the doll, changing it, bouncing it to make it fall asleep? "I can't burp," she smirks and continues. Crap. "I'll do it for you. Just stop PLEASE!" The front door opens and Ed and Liz walk in with a dirty, torn up, ripped apart, Chucky/Julie doll. Casey stops screaming in shock of seeing the horrifying doll in our presences again and maybe because she looks like she is about to pass out. I take this time to run. I go straight up the stairs and back in her bedroom shutting the door and going straight for the window. Bye Bye screamer!
Casey POV
I stop screaming for a second to breath and am surprised to see Edwin andLizzie at the door holding up. Julie?! It can't be. For all I know it could be a dead animal, a dog toy, I don't know. "Just one second," I say to their puzzled looks and run after Derek. I get to the top and can't figure out which one he is in until I hear my door slam. I wipe it open and see Derek with his arm thrown back doll in hand and window open. I grab the dollie before it whisks out the window. What is he trying to do? Kill her too? "What are you doing?" "I'm done with taking care of dolls and babies. I want to call that girl back over and make out with her. I am done!"
"You can't be done! You've barely even done anything!" "Well if anything was like screaming at the top of your lunges for half an hour is what you went though I will pay you to do it again if it means I don't have to do it." I make a confused look. What does that mean? He'll pay me to watch our baby or to scream? I shrug. Either way money isn't going to get me a good grade. Suddenly an idea pops in my head. "I've got it. I'll email the teacher that something bad happened and maybe we can get a new one. But I don't accept your offer. I need a good grade not some cash." "Come on Casey. This is once in a life time chance!" "No." I throw the doll on my bed and click on the Internet.
Once it is all loaded up I click on my email and look down my contacts list. Derek peers over my shoulder. "You have the teachers on your contact list? Your such a nerd. And look at you on a Saturday all alone with no date." I glare at him. "Andlook at you. Your here with me." Did I just insult myself? "I could have a date if little miss motherly didn't sendher running away. You always ruin my chance of fun. You know I haven't had a real girlfriend since Sally?" I click on Mrs. Maldonado's name and begin typing. "And how is that my fault." "I don...its..you.. I just know its your fault okay?!" I roll my eyes. "You're a fast typer," he compliments me. Wow! "Thanks." "How did you get so fast?" "I type my homework out and I practice a lot since Max and I broke up." "Don't have anything better to do," Derek smirks.
I finish and press send. I wonder when she'll send back. For now I guess we are free. Not that I will tell Derek that. He'll run off with that girl. What was her name? It doesn't matter. She is a slut and will never be smart AND pretty like her. I push some of my hair behind my ear and spin around. Derek's face is so close to mine I swear I can taste the peppermint gum he had a while ago. I swallow a lump in my throat to kiss him. Hey! Where did that come from? His brown eyes that are deep and amazing. What? Derek calls my name and I snap back to attention. Jeez this is the 2nd time. I need to get my head straight. Derek is standing up and no longer close to my face. Thank god and I stand up too. "Yeah?" We both turn to see Lizzie and Edwin standing in front of my door with: baby, dog toy, dead animal thing.
"Can I help you," Dereksays annoyed. "Why did we find this at the side of the house. It was screaming and starting making weird sounds then went dead silent. Derek and I took a step back. "I would put that done if I were you," I say with trembling hands. "We don't want it anymore and you and defiantly not Marti can have it. Throw it away or something," Derek says. Edwin takes the doll from Lizzie and throws it back out the window. That works too. There is a thud and silence. Ah. "Can we ask why you don't want it?" "Long story," I wave my hand at them to leave. A quiet bing sound comes from my computer. That most be the teacher or Emily. I am hoping the Mrs. M. I feel a pain of jealousy that Ed and Liz can have a relationship and be so much in love ( at least from the looks of it) and I am a loser with no one.
When they are gone I turn to my computer and click on her message. Yes it is Mrs. M. Derek looks over my shoulder again. "That was really quick. She must be a boring loser like you." I ignore his comment and read the message. "What does it say?" "Can't you read," I hiss. "No I can't. That's why I have people read for me. Plus your big head is in the way." "Stupid," I mummbled and Derek hits my arm. Not hard kind of light like a playful hit? It sends millions of electirc shocks up my arm and it warms up. I feel myself blush and scold myself for doing so. "Uh, um, it uh, says we-" Derek hits me again. "Come on can't you read," he says mockingly. I take a deep breath. "We need to come in to get another one and to bring the bad one."
Derek's jaw drops. "No way! You can go. I am not going to school on a Saturday!" "We will just go in and out. Not going in and learning stuff." Derek folds his arms across his chest.
Derek POV
It's not like I have a choice. "Fine." Casey gets up andskips downstairs. I think she is happy. But why we could be free doing whatever we like. I follow slowly behind her and grab my jacket andkeys to the Prince. "Hey kids we're going out to school for a second. Be good don't do anything you wouldn't regert or if you won't regret it anything naughty." Edwin and Lizzie sitting on the couch blush a deep red. I smirk. Casey whacks me in the stomach. "Shut up. That's gross they know better then not to do that. Especially Liz." Liz slouches down like she wants to disappear. I laugh. "Bye." Casey and I head out and we get in the Prince.
"So we go the school get the baby and leave?" Casey nods but she seems distracted looking around my car. "What?" "Your car. It's clean! Did you get someone to clean it?" I shake my head. "I did it myself. When Sally was here." "Oh." Case stays quiet and doesn't say anything. "Yeah. So we are off." She gives me a small smile and I look at the road as we pull out of the driveway and head towards school. After a couple minutes I hear Super girl by Saving Jill or something. "Do you think your anything like that song?" "How do you even know what song this is?" "I do happen to live by girls everyday and hang around them a lot. Trust me I know." Casey rolls her eyes and flips open her phone. "Hello?!" She sounds a little desperate like it could be a boy or something. Ha! A guy calling Casey. That's funny. I laugh at my joke and Casey looks at me confused.
"Who is this?" She giggles and smiles brightly. Now I am curious about who this is. "Oh! Hey Trueman. What's up?" Great Trueman.
Casey POV
"Who is this?" "This is Trueman. You know that totally hot, guy who is a jerk that goes to your school that you secertly have a crush on Trueman." I giggle stupidly. "Oh! Hey Trueman. What's up?" "I was just wondering if you are doing anything today. I mean if your not that's okay but if your open we should go see a movie and just hang out." I sigh. "Sorry, I can't I've got to babysit. Thanks for asking though." "Okay. See you Monday." "Maybe," I smile. Not that he can see me but if I feel like smiling darn gon it I can. Truman laughs. "Bye." I hang up the phone and for some reason can't stop smiling. I used to hate him and think he was a jerk but now he was seeming cute and sweet and wow. Derek looks at me. "What," I say and bit my lip. "Nothing. It's just that. I thought you hated him." "I do," I cross my arms over my chest. "Didn't sound like it."
"Why does it matter?" "I'm just curious," Derek says as we pull up front of the school building. "Well don't be. There is nothing going on." We get out and go to the front door. We both look at each other like as if daring one other to open it first. I push on the door but it won't budge. "Great." I push again. "We should just go," Derek says andturns around. I grab the back of his shirt and pull. "I don't think so." I knock on the door. Nothing. I knock harder. Derek groans in annoyance. He pounds on the doors with his fists. "De-rek!" The door opens. "Sorry Mrs. M," I say. "No that's alright. I was in my room I wouldn't have been able to hear you anyways." Derek smirks.
We follow her in the empty hallways. "So you brought the first child?" Crap. "Nope we through it in a river. Swimming with the fishes now," Derek tries to get her to laugh. She scowls. "He's kidding. We didn't being her. I can bring it Monday?" Mrs. M sighs. "Okay. Can I ask what happened to," she looks down at the babies name. "Julie Venturi." "She fell out of a window," I bit my lip. Mrs. M holds her hand to her head. All of a sudden Mr. Hart the gym teacher walks in. He is here? Wait aren't the teachers supposed to be at home. "Okay I'll go get you a new one. But don't tell anyone." I nod. She goes into the backroom. Mr. Hart leans on the table. "Have you two been practicing the tango?" "No time. I've got hot babes to be chillen with," Derek smirks and leans on a desk. Mr. Hart looks at me and back at him
"You two go out?" Derek's face falls. "No that's not what I meant. I mean I met her but Casey ran her off. But I was with her. You are gross Mr. Hart." "Sorry. But you guys need to practice. We are going to have a compition. Why not you show Mrs. Maldonado what you have learned?" My jaw drops. "No I don't think that would be nesscerary. "Nonsense. I would love to see what Mr. Hart has teached you." "Mr. Hart didn't even teach us," Derek says. I can feel the tension in the room as we glare at our teachers. "How about this. You dance to half a song and you get this new doll," Mrs. M holds up a different baby. This one has brown eyes. "I have some music," Mrs. M blushes slightly. She holds up a cd. Come awn!
Derek seems to be holding his breath. I really don't want to dance with him again. I swallow hard. Mr. Hart pushes the desks back and Derek andI stand in front of each other. Not touching just looking at each other. His chest goes up and down. I look up at his eyes and try to contain myself from looking in his brown eyes which look back in my blue ones. Mrs. M starts the song. It's..Come on closer by Jem. This is a sex song. Great. Our hands go up andwe stand in position. The singer begins to sing and we dance. Not really the dance we learned but close. Derek leads and he is pretty good. Foot back, together, closer, apart, look down, look up, spin, and dip. This continues dance continues and it seems like it will never end. I almost feel like I don't want it to. But that would be crazy. Finally the music stopped andI look around remembering its not just us two dancing.
Mr. Hart looks over joyed. Like he did anything. I bet he was in the janiters closet with Mrs. M. Ew. Mrs. M hands us the baby. "That was really good," she smiles at us. Derek walks out of the room right away and Mr. Hart follows him. Mrs. M winks at me. What is that supposed to mean?
Derek's POV
I need to get out of here. I need a breath of air I just need to be away from Casey. "Derek wait," Mr. Hart calls after me. What does he want now? I turn around and glare at him as he runs up to me. "Yes," I hiss. "That was really good." I say nothing. What is there to say? "I just want to know if there is something going on and if there is not that it's any of my business but it's not like I will say anything." "With me and Casey?" He nods. "No! There is nothing going on. Why would you even say that? Just because we danced together, may I had by force doesn't mean we're dating!" "Do you like her?" "Why is it your business?" Mr. H takes a step back. "I see. I was just wondering. It's just you guys dancing had something." "Hate, annoyance? Because that's all there is." Mr. H rolls his eyes. "Your right. Good bye Derek." "No wait!" If he can get in my business why can't I sniff my nose in his. Aw man now I'm thinking her too. "Why are you here on a Saturday. Alone with Mrs. M?" Mr. Hart looks frazzled. "We were talking about some things." "Interesting. Why couldn't you wait until Monday?"
Casey just then walked up. "Derek. I am the teacher and you are the student so I don't think it is any of your buisness to know about my personal life." "You asked about mine," I yelled. Casey is holding a doll with big brown eyes andit looks around. "Good bye Derek," Mr. Hart walks away. I narrow my eyes but do nothing else. I turn to Casey. "Is that our new kid?" "Yep," she fake smiles. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Just something Mrs. M said." "What did she say?" "Nothing. It doesn't matter. What did Mr. Hart say to you?" "Nothing," I say. I take the new baby in my hands. "What should we name her?" Casey shrugs.
All the way to the car and back home we go back and forth with names. Casey says Katy I dated one. I say Lily anne and we both agree its stupid. We get home and Edwin and Lizzie are on the couch. His hand in her shirt and her hands in his hair and on his arm. Wow, go Edwin. Casey screams. I consider doing another I'm blind but I am holding the nameless baby. They break apart instantly. "What are you doing," she yells. Edwin's eyes are big and Liz looks like she could cry. Its silent except for the gurgling baby. Casey also told me the baby can move. So there was nothing really wrong with Julie. We should have funeral.
"Casey I am so sorry," Lizzie shouts. I curl in my lips so I don't say something stupid. "I guess I just got carried away," Edwin whispers. "Ya think," I smirk. Casey glares at me. "I am very disappointed in you Liz. What would have happened if we were gone longer? Would your shirts be off?" Lizzie starts to cry and Edwin is as red as a cherry. "Casey that is enough." "No Derek. She needs to learn that you can never get carried away. That is how you get pregenat!!" I pull Casey into the kitchen and leave Ed to deal with a broken and chewed up Lizzie.
"Casey. I think I can say for your sister and my brother they wouldn't go any farther." "How would you know?" "You've been with your sister since she was born and I have been with her for two years. We both can say for a fact she wouldn't do anything stupid and I can say the same for Edwin. He is embarrassed with himself. He would never have sex or do anything that I wouldn't do." "Your still a virgin," Casey almost yells. I cover her mouth with my free hand. "Shhh!" I removed my hand and Casey looks at me long and hard. "Your serious?" "Yeah. I've been up a girl's shirt a few times but never done there. I say I have but that is just to sound cool. I mean really. I was going to have my first be Sally of coarse she left so now I am just going to go with the next girl I see without a shirt on." Casey curls her lips in disgust. "You are a sick pig. I don't even believe you are still a virgin. I bet you even have had crabs."
I laugh at her stupidness. "Besides why did you look so happy when I said I was a virgin? Which I am." "I didn't look happy. Just suprised." "Right." "So what are we going to name her?" "Can I name her," Marti says walking in. "Do you even know what we are talking about Smarti," I scoop her up with my free hand. "That doll?" "Yeah Marti. What do you think we should name her," Casey smiles at her. Marti thinks for a moment. "Pink Princess since her cheeks are so pink and her hat." "What a great idea," I squeeze her. "But I was thinking of something better." "What?" "What about Marti?" "That's my name," she giggles. I set her down. My arms are getting tired. "Yep. What do you think Case?" Casey smiles at me. "I think that is great name Der." "Are you guys Marti's parents," Marti asks.
"I guess so," I shrug. I hold Marti the doll in front of Marti so she can see it better. "Does that mean your married?" "No," I laugh nervously. "But you have to be. Or in love or something. You can't be together and take care of kid without any sparks," Marti stomps her foot. "Your right Marti. Derek and I are very much in love. We are getting married in a couple of days," Casey says smiling at her. I almost drop Marti. " Yay," she claps her hands and skips off. I look at Casey andshe walks aroundhe island and opens the fridge. I look at her butt when Marti starts crying. I look down at the baby and Casey stands in front of me with a bottle. "Please don't stare at my butt again," she raises her eye brows. I feel my heart beat faster and take the bottle and feed the doll. It gets quiet. Casey keeps standing in front of me. "Derek." I look at her. "Do you want to know what Mrs. M told me?"