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Chap 3 Mine
Derek's POV
I had watched her all evening. I had watched as that Chris guy kept throwing his arm around her and talking in her ear and kissing her cheek. I'll admit, I was jealous, just not to anyone. The next morning I woke up to Marti bouncing on my bed telling me she, Ed, Liz, Dad and Nora were all going out for the day and that if Casey wasn't up by noon to wake her. I nodded and told Marti goodbye before rolling over and trying to get back to sleep.
Not long after Marti left, I found that I couldn't sleep anymore and got up and went to take a shower. But there was already someone in there. I waited, leaning against the wall, listening as Casey sang in the shower. As I was waiting I gave serious thought to getting D-Rock back together, just with a different drummer. He was way to focused on "the look" rather than the music. Not that the look wasn't important to me, I just really do like to play more than I like the cool factor. I know, weird, huh? Not normal Derek attitude.
The bathroom door opened and Casey came out wrapped in a towel. "Wow, no banging on the door. Surprising."
I shrugged. "Your friends coming by today?"
"Just for lunch. They're going back to Toronto this afternoon." She looked disappointed at that, and I hoped I didn't look as happy as I felt at the news.
I slipped into the bathroom as Casey went to her room. Once I had shut the door I could disntinctly smell her fruity shampoo. I climbed into the shower, still half asleep and started washing. I didn't realize really what I was doing until I started smelling her shampoo even stronger. Damn. Now I smelled like her. She would notice that.
I stepped out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I got dressed and stepped out of my room, immedeately walking into Casey. She frowned at me. "Did you use my shampoo?"
I nodded. "Grabbed the wrong bottle." I hoped she would be satisfied with the explanation. She just nodded and started walking away, but I still wasn't sure if she had accepted my explanation or not. I wasn't really lying, it just also wasn't the whole truth. Speaking of whole truths, before I could stop myself I blurted out, "Did you and Chris date?"
She turned back around and stared at me with a look in her eyes that confused me. It seemed like a mixture of knowing, cockiness, and surprise. But I didn't have time to analys it because I waiting for her answer. "No, we never dated."
That was all I got before she walked downstairs to get ready for her friends to come over. I went back in my room. I sat at my desk staring at my blank computer screen thinking about what she had said. I didn't think that she was lying to me, but I expected her to say more than just 'no'. I expected her to ask why I thought that. I expected that she would explain why he was trying to feel her up all evening. I expected more than what she gave me. I heard Casey yelling at me to come down and eat. I didn't realize it had been that long that I'd been sitting there. Slowly I got up and started down the stairs. I could hear her friends talking to her. I made as much noise as I could coming down the stairs, giving Chris plenty of time to step away from her.
I spent another meal with them and the entire time Chris was hanging on Casey whenever he had the chance. I wanted so badly to ring his neck, but again, I decided Casey wouldn't like me very much if I killed one of her friends. But I knew by the time lunch ended that Casey had probably been lying to me when she said they had never dated. If they hadn't then why would he have been hanging off her like that? When they left, saying their goodbyes, Chris went so far as to give Casey a kiss right on the mouth. Definitely dated. Casey walked her friends out to Megan's car and I fumed from the stairs.
I plopped down in my chair and turned on the tv. Casey came back in and sat down on the couch. I couldn't stand it. I shouldn't be this angry, but I love her and she lied to me. Why would she think she had to do that? I hate being lied to in general, but especially by Casey. I threw the remote at her and started up the stairs.
"Hey," I heard her call after me. She caught me just before I slammed the door to my room putting her hand on my door so it wouldn't close. "What is your deal?"
"Why'd you lie to me?"
She looked confused. "Huh?"
I looked her right in the eye. "You said you and Chris had never dated. Why'd you lie?"
She shook her head. "I didn't."
"Then what was that kiss?"
She smirked at me. Damn, that's MY smirk. She can't use it! "Did it make you jealous, Derek?"
I shook my head, but it wasn't exactly convincing. At all. In fact I think it was more like a nod anyway. "Derek, that was the whole reason he did it. My friends think you like me, as more than just a step sister, and they wanted to force you to act on it. Maybe they were wrong. That was the whole thing last night, too. That's why he was hanging on me. Something about him invading your territory or something."
I looked at my feet and gave a hollow laugh. "Apparently they don't realize that you don't belong to me."
She stood in my doorway, me just inside my room. She just stared at me and I suddenly felt very self-concious. She didn't do anything and stood there as if she was waiting for something. "What?" I finally asked.
She shrugged. "Nothing, I guess."
I could tell she was a little upset that I hadn't said more, but I just couldn't. As she started to walk off I grabbed her wrist and yanked her back to me. I looked in her eyes. She stared right back and I tried to say something. Before anything could come out of my mouth the front door opened and Marti yelled up the stairs. "Smerek, you promised you would play tea party with me!"
Casey was in her room by the end of Marti's proclamation and I yelled back down to her. "In a little while Marti, I'm busy right now." I closed my own door and cursed to fact that the others had come home. I laid down on my bed and stared at my ceiling, not moving until I was called down for dinner. If they hadn't come home, what would have happened?
As I came down the stairs Casey ran past me. But we both sat in our chairs at the same time. Marti started singing and dancing in her chair. "Casey and Derek have to do the dishes. Ha ha ha ha ha ha."
Casey sighed and I understood why she had been running. Because of pranks I had pulled, she had done the dishes every night this week. Oh, well. I smirked at her. I didn't know if the look she gave me meant that she really didn't want to be around me, or that she didn't want everyone else to know that she really did. She hadn't actually told me she had a crush on me, she just didn't say she didn't want me to be jealous. She just said that her friends thought I had one on her. My ceiling had been very kind in pointing that out to me. It had been very kind indeed in pointing out that nearly kissing her was probably the dumbest thing I could have done.
At any rate, I was excited that we were doing the dishes together.
"So, how was the day for the two of you?"
Nora looked at me and Casey. I shrugged, "Fine." But Casey launched into a recreation of what happened while her friends were at the house and how they had left. She did conviniently leave out the kiss Chris had left her with. Lizzie seemed disappointed that she had missed saying goodbye to them, but Casey told her (and the rest of the family) that they were planning on coming back in a couple of months.
"Well," Nora started. "You know I love your friends, honey, just promise me that you won't get into any trouble if you start seeing a lot of them again."
Casey nodded. "I promise."
Edwin started laughing. "Casey and trouble don't belong in the same sentence unless Casey is stopping the trouble."
Nora shook her head. "That isn't how she used to be. She's always made all A's and been more responsible than most, but that doesn't mean she hasn't had some rather stupid moments."
At this I had to start laughing. "I'm going to have to hear a story that can be backed up by many in order to believe that."
Casey glared at me. "Then go into Toronto's city records and you'll be able to find the time I got arrested."
My dad chuckled a little at this. Then stopped when Nora glared at him. "It really wasn't funny."
I couldn't help the joke that came out. "What were you arrested for, being too clean?"
Nora looked like she might hit me, but Casey calmly sipped her water. "Underage drinking and fighting."
The entire Venturi clan just stared at her. "Huh?" was all that I could get out of my mouth.
"How intelligent. I was at a party and I had been drinking and this guy tried to get me to sleep him. When I refused he tried to hit me and we started fighting. The guy was a senior at the high school and we were both arrested, though I got a REALLY light sentence out of pure luck."
"What was the sentence, and what kind of luck?"
"I only had to pay the party host back for a couple of things I broke while fighting and work 50 hours of community service. The luck was that the guy had actually been responsible for several rapes in the area, so my fighting him off the way I did, helped the authorities catch him and he was found guilty for underage drinking, attempted rape on me, and I think 4 other rapes. So, the judge took pity on me." She shrugged as if this was nothing new to her, but I stared at her with disbelief written on my face.
She glared at me. "I didn't just sprout a second head, Derek, this has been on my record since we met. The only difference is that now you know about it."
I nodded vigorously. "Yeah, now I know you're actually a badass." As my dad cleared his throat signaling that I shouldn't cuss in front of Marti, realization spread across my face. "I bet you played pranks at your old school."
She smiled at me.
"You could have gotten me back this entire time and you chose not to." Then I was indignant as I thought about the one time she had tried. "You let my student card fall out of that pocket on purpose."
Her smile turned to a look of pure inocence that was as phony as a politician, or a cheerleader. "How could you possibly accuse me of such a thing!"
"You did, didn't you?"
Then she started laughing and nodded.
Before I could tackle her from across the table my dad decided to figure out what I was talking about. "You remember when that massive prank was pulled on the new principle and everyone thought I did it and I had to confess or be expelled?"
My dad nodded. "Well, when Casey said she pulled the prank at dinner that night after she stood up for me, she wasn't lying. She had done it, that's why I said I didn't do it." Then I pointed a finger at her. "You were trying to get me expelled and got cold feet."
She shook her head. "Please, I thought you knew I was smarter than that. Of course I knew that he would tell you to confess or be expelled. Of course I left your student card there so there would be a good enough reason to expel you. But, I knew you would never confess if you hadn't done it and I knew that no principle is really willing to expel a student on his first week on the job, he just needs a good enough reason not to. And when you think about it my plan totally worked. You gained a slight amount of respect for me having the guts to pull something that big off and, after my little display in the school halls, you also had enough of a concience to not pull anymore pranks on me for a while, which was what I was going for."
I put my face in my hands. "I can't believe it." I looked back up at her. "All this time I thought you were trying to get me in trouble because of the pranks I had pulled. Only to find that I was actually pranked." I stood up and bowed. "I bow to the master of psychological warfare."
Dad and Nora stared at Casey and Lizzie laughed, while Ed and Marti comensed bowing as well. "Casey," Nora started. "I thought we had agreed on no more pranks. That's why I didn't believe it was you."
Casey shrugged. "I know, but I just couldn't take Derek's pranks anymore. And I knew that nothing would really happen to him. I knew that the most he would get would be a few days of detention. Which, for him, is nothing abnormal."
By this time everyone had finished their dinners and Nora just shook her head and told us to get started on the dishes and we would have desert afterwards. So, Casey and I took our plates to the kitchen. Casey started on cleaning plates as the family brought them to her and I started on putting away the left overs, then, giving Casey the bigger dishes, I started drying what she had already washed. "Are you mad at me?"
I was surprised by the sudden question. "For what?"
"For playing that joke on you."
I laughed and shook my head. "No, I can't be. I've pulled enough pranks on you that I can't really blame you for it."
We continued cleaning in silence and when we were done I grabbed the ice cream, scoop and bowls. As I started filling bowls with ice cream, Casey started putting choclate syrup in the bowls of those who would want it. We started chatting about nothing. I started insulting her about her lack of syrup pouring skills. She took the bowls to the table and called the family. I was still jeering at her as I put the ice cream away. Suddenly I felt something thick hit the top of my head. I stood there in complete shock as the chocolate syrup dripped down my forehead and off my nose.
I turned around and looked at a very smug Casey holding the bottle. "Did you just dump chocolate syrup on my head?"
She scoffed. "Well, I honestly didn't think you were THAT stupid, but yes."
I stared at her for a moment. Then I grabbed the sprayer from the sink and soaked her shirt and hair. She stood there, dripping wet, in the middle of the kitchen and stared at me. "It's on, now." She picked up the whipped topping and started shooting it and the syrup at me and I started spraying her again.
The fight continued for a few minutes until Nora and Dad came up from the basement. "What is going on in here?"
By this time we were on the ground both covered in chocolate, whipped topping. I had managed to wrestle the syrup from her and she had turned the sprayer on me a few times so we were both soaked from head to toe. Even my shoes were filled with water. The kitchen floor was also covered with chocolate. We grinned sheepishly and didn't look them in the eyes. Dad shook his head. "Clean up the kitchen and don't get the rest of the house messy when you two clean up."
We looked at each other and started laughing as they left the room. The kitchen didn't take long to clean up and when we were done I voiced a small problem. "How are we getting back upstairs?"
Casey rolled her eyes at me and grabbed my wrist pulling me into the laundry room. "We're going to walk."
"But we are covered in chocolate."
She stood in the middle of the laundry room and swiftly pulled her shirt off.
I just stared at her. She was hot. She wears a black, lacey bra?
She looked at me. "Derek, you will get the entire house messy and stain your clothes if you don't take them off here and put them in the washer."
I nodded and started pulling my shirt off. She grabbed it from me and put it in the washer with her clothes. As I pulled of my shoes I noticed that she had on black, girl's boxer-briefs, too. I pulled off my pants and she started giggling as she put them into the washer and started it. I glared at her. "What?"
"Your boxers have dogs on them."
I nodded, making sure I was standing absolutely strait. "I know."
She laughed at me. "YOu're proud of your doggie boxers?"
I folded my arms across my chest. "I'm not ashamed of them."
She grabbed one of my arms and we started up the back stairs. "Come on."
A/N: I have no idea how courts in Canada work. I just know that what I wrote sounded like it might work. The fight was supposed to be huge like windows and stuff broken and such. Derek finds out more detail in the next chapter. Anyway, many people have hit the review button before. I would like it to be hit again by you!