Chapter 4: Their Agreement

AN: I don't own LWD.

"Hey! I'm here," Derek announced as he walked into the room to meet Kendra. "What's going on?"

"Hold your horses, sailor. Let's wait for the others to get here."

"Others?"

"I'll explain when they get- Oh! There they are!" Kendra pointed to the door, in which two irritated females entered in.

"Can I just say, that for the record, it is not my fault that we are late." Sally announced as she sat down on the floor.

"It's only ten minutes," Casey pouted.

"You've never been on time for anything in your life, Miss Perfect."

"Oh, shut up! So, I have a problem with time. Sue me." Casey whined.

"Well, I we would if only there is a law about tardiness being crime."

"I'm sure you'll make one when you're in Congress, Miss Cranky-Pants."

"Oh, for the love of God. What the hell is going on here?" asked an exasperated Derek. Seriously. What is up with these chicks?

"Well, you see they're doing this thing called bickering. Sally's currently mocking Casey's time management skills," Kendra teased him.

"And Casey's mocking me for being strict about it,"

"That's not what I meant and you know it," He told her through gritted teeth.

"Okay, okay! Stop PMS-ing, Der-bear," Kendra told him as she pinched his cheek.

"Der-bear?" Casey asked, a smirk evident in her face.

"Goddamit, Kendra! You promised you wouldn't call me that name in front of other people," he whined.

"What can I say? I lied."

"She does that a lot," Sally quipped.

"Shut up," Kendra told her.

"You know what? As fascinating as this is, I do have other things to do," Derek announced. "And what are they doing here anyway?" Derek asked Kendra, pointing to Casey and Sally.

"Well, that's kind of why Kendra asked you here. You see... well... uhhh-" Sally stumbled for words.

"Oh, spit it out already," Derek snapped.

"Fine! Venturi, how much do you want to get back at Max?" Sally asked him.

He looked at her, utterly baffled as to what she was alluding to, "And how do you propose I do that?"

Sally silently answered his question by shifting her gaze to an obviously uncomfortable Casey.

"Through Klutzilla?" Derek exclaimed. Casey glared at him. "McDonald, I mean. And besides, why the hell would I do that? Why would you do that?" Derek ranted, obviously disturbed by the idea.

"Oh, shut up for a moment!" Casey exclaimed, louder than she had intended when she finally got fed up with his disgust at the idea of helping her. "He cheated on me, okay? There. Happy?"

Derek immediately sobered. "Seriously?"

"No, I was trying to bait you," Casey sarcastically replied. "What do you think, moron?" An agitated Casey snapped at him.

"Listen, Space Case," Derek said, slightly stammering, unsure as to what to say, "I'm really sorry. You deserve better than that."

"That's rich coming from you." She scoffed at him, too angry at the situation itself to have noticed his sincerity.

Kendra and Sally's eyes widened at her statement, expecting the blowup that would undoubtedly follow. Derek's demeanor immediately changed, his facial expression hardened, "What the bloody hell are you trying to say?"

"Well, you don't exactly have an honorable history with girls. So, who are you to talk?"

"That's not fair-"

"Why not?"

"Well, for one, I never promised those girls anything. I never told them that they meant anything more to me than they really did, I never lead them on—you know what? I don't know why I'm defending myself to you. You're just a spiteful bitch!" He spat at her before storming out of the room.

"Nice," Kendra sarcastically told her before running after Derek. "Derek, stop! Will you please at least talk to me?"

"Why the hell should I?" He asked her, facing was clear on his face that he was still seething with anger at what Casey had said to him. "She's hurt, Derek. I know she was a bitch back there, but you have to understand-"

"Stop. Just stop. I get that she's your friend. I really do, But just let me cool off, okay?" He told her before he walked away.

"He cheated on her with Emily," Kendra shouted after him.

Derek stopped in his place, "He always was an asshole" He stood there, rooted in his place for what felt like hours before he finally spoke, "So why do you need me?"

"She wants him back."

Derek turned to her, obviously puzzled by her statement, "Why the hell would she want that?"

"She's in love with him, Derek."

"Not a fucking good reason, if you ask me." Derek muttered.

"Says the person who's afraid of commitment," Kendra teased him in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Derek couldn't fight her on that statement- he knew that it was true. He had never been in love before, had never understood the way that people acted when they were in love. They act irrationally, foolishly. It was for those reasons that he could never picture himself actually falling for someone. "What do you need from me?"

"She wants to make him jealous. You'd be perfect for it. Just flirt with her, spend some time with her, make Max-hole jealous-"

"Max-hole?" asked an amused Derek.

"I like it."

"It does suit him rather well."

"So, will you do it?"

"Ken-"

"Derek, please? You're our only hope."

"Why me? There are millions of guys that'd love to spend time with her. Which, for the record, I don't understand because she is a nutcase. But you get my point."

"Well, you're the one that'd actually make Max-hole feel intimidated. You're perfect for it."

"Kendra, " he began, but when he saw her desperation, he couldn't rebuff her. "Fine. I'll think about it."

Kendra jumped on him, hugging him tightly, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you-"

"Calm down. I didn't say yes."

She climbed off of him, merely saying: "We'll see," before making her way back.

"Sup, D?" Sam greeted Derek as he entered his room and threw himself onto the couch opposite of the bed Derek was lying in.

"Don't you ever knock?" Derek asked him, not even bothering to raise his head to look at his friend.

"What the fuck for?"

Derek shrugged "I don't know. What if I was masturbating?"

Sam merely laughed. "I've seen your junk, man. I am already scarred."

Derek threw a pillow at him. "You're an idiot."

"Totally beside the point."

"And what is the point?"

"Kendra told me that you're to become Casey's new boy toy."

Derek shot up at that statement, "I'm not her boy toy!"

"And why the hell not? She's fucking bloody gorgeous!"

"She only wants me to do it because Max cheated on her. She needs someone to help make him jealous."

"I know. Kendra told me. So what's the problem?"

"What do you mean? How the hell is that a good idea?"

"Okay. For one, you get to be the hottest girl in school's boy toy. Then, there's the added bonus that will piss Max off."

"It just seems so stupid. She wants me to do this so she can get her cheating boyfriend to reform, to love her. It's retarded logic."

"I don't get it, what's stopping you from doing it?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe the fact that I think she's a bitch and she thinks I'm an ass. And the fact that there's no way that it'll work."

"You are an ass towards her though."

"She's a bitch towards me," Derek defended.

"Just seems like a waste to me. I mean, just think of how angry Max-hole would be if he caught wind of the fact that you were trying to steal his girl, and then picture his face when he realizes that she enjoys the attention."

"Space-case!" Derek greeted Casey, as she entered their homeroom.

"What is it, Venturi?"

"Just wanted to tell you that I'm in. You've got yourself a boy toy."