Author's Note Here is chapter five! Getting deeper and a little darker. If you guys feel like I may be taking it a little too fast let me know alright? Let's play a game! If you can find the symbolism I put in this chapter AND what I intended it to mean...I'll make a requested one-shot for you. And if you don't want to request a one-shot you can still do it for fun:D First one to get it gets the prize:D

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After about an hour of turning her brain around the fact of Derek wanting to be with her, she exited her room. Slowly she walked past Derek's door and went down the stairs. He was watching Hockey downstairs. Casey breathed in and walked down the stairs. Derek didn't turn, and he took no notice of her footsteps. She smiled. Un-liberated Casey was thoroughly afraid, so liberated Casey must be the opposite.

"Hey Derek, have you seen Lizzie?" He turned and looked at her.

"No, why?" Casey shrugged her shoulders.

"Thought I'd get a little education on soccer. I like the idea of sports and since I work out already, I'm fit for it. I've just never tried it." Derek furrowed her eyebrows.

"Um…alright? She should be around here somewhere. Go look." He made a go away motion with his hand, dismissing Casey from his presence. It's cause you're obsessed with that stupid hockey game isn't it. I don't need your help you ass.

"Alright. Thanks anyway." She wanted to sigh, but changed it to a smile and went to the kitchen. Nora was starting on dinner and George was doing the laundry. "Mom. Have you seen Lizzie?"

"I think she's in the back with Marti." Nora said, not looking away from the spaghetti noodles she was stirring.

"Thanks." Casey turned and walked past George and exited the house.

Marti and Lizzie were running around with little nets trying to catch the butterflies. Casey giggled.

"Hey Casey. What's up?" Lizzie asked while taking a small swing at a butterfly. She missed, then stopped to look at her older sister.

"Nothing much. I was wondering if you would teach me a little bit about soccer. I want to get into sports." Lizzie crossed her arms.

"Who is the guy this time?" She said in aggravation. Casey didn't change face. Why does she think this is about a guy?

"It's not a guy. I want to learn soccer. Or some sport. What's wrong with expanding my horizons?" Lizzie set her net down and walked up to Casey.

"Come on Casey. Blue eye shadow, new look, new attitude. And now? You want to learn soccer." Lizzie looked deeply at Casey. "It's a guy. Those are the signs you always show when you like a guy."

"Guess it really isn't this time."

"You are a really bad liar. And I'm not teaching you soccer just so you can have another relationship like the one you had with Max." She looked away from Casey and walked into the house.

Casey eyed the backyard carefully as though it would tell her why Lizzie acted so hurt by her asking about soccer.

"Why'd Lizzie leave? We didn't get the butterfly family! We only have butterfly Derek." Marti pointed to the cage that held a greenish-black butterfly.

"I think Lizzie is frustrated with me." Casey looked back at the door.

"No. Not with you." Marti said while trying to catch a purple butterfly. "Edwin is getting under her skin." Casey raised her eyebrows. "He told her that she doesn't need to date Jamie because there are better guys out there for her than a soccer-obsessed freako."

Casey laughed and turned to re-enter the house.

"Caught it!" She turned back as Marti put the purple butterfly into the cage. As she did the green one flew out. "Oh no! Derek got away! Hmph." Marti threw the net down. "At least Casey is now caged." Casey looked down, brushed the idea off and entered the house.

"Lizzie!" Casey yelled out. Nora let out a sigh.

"Casey, she went upstairs. Don't yell right now, I think I'm getting a head ache."

"Mom," That's just the heat, you don't get head-aches…, "Are you sure she went upstairs?" Smile like you could care less about her fake-head-ache.

"Yeah. She looked upset. Did you say something to her?" Casey decided not to answer and headed toward the steps. Derek's chair was empty, the hockey game was over. She must have caught him at the end of the game. After turning the corner upstairs, Casey saw Lizzie's closed door.

As she got closer, she realized her door was cracked open. Instead of knocking on Lizzie's door, she slowly opened her door.

Cautiously, she glanced around. Her heart was racing. Did I leave the door open? One of her drawers was slightly pulled out. Casey opened the door all the way with a light push and walked to the drawer. As she shut the dresser drawer, Casey heard the door click and shut.

Footsteps got closer to her and she turned.

"What are you doing in here?" Casey asked deeply. Her heart was beating so hard it pulsed in her ears.

"I need to…" Derek glanced down at her, "talk to you." He placed his left hand on her shoulder and she quickly brushed it away.

"Derek, please lea-" He entered her personal space, causing her to lean against her dresser.

"Why do you keep fighting me? You want me Casey. You just acted like I didn't tell you that I wanted you. Obviously, it doesn't bother you. Which means, you do want me." Derek put his right hand on her fore-arm. She shook it off and pushed him away from her.

"Quit lying to yourself." She headed to the door to get out of her room. Both Casey's died in the thought of them being alone with him. He was starting to scare her. The heartbeat in her head didn't slow.

"Shouldn't you stop lying to yourself?" Casey turned her head back at him.

"I would stop lying, but I can't stop what I'm not doing." Derek's face hardened and he rushed up to her, pressing her against the wall.

"You can't lie to me. I know you all to well." He held the position for a few moments and Casey did not blink. Her breath was held in, and her body was clenched stiffly. "I'll be talking to you again. Next time, I don't want to hear lies." Derek pushed on the wall and left the room.

Casey's breath let out when she heard the door shut. Her body unclenched and she fell to the floor.

Heavy erratic breaths escaped from her, and she could not figure out where all this was coming from. Did he want her from the start? Did he dream about me like the liberated girl I've become. Did he want that flirt to have an excuse to torment me like this? He was just messing. He's just trying to mess with my head. In the end he'll laugh about it.

Just like he always does, okay Casey. He's not really going to hurt you. He's Derek. Just annoying, self-absorbed Derek.

No need to fear him.