Derek could feel the daggers being thrown at his back, each tiny knife stinging worse
than the last. It wasn't his fault that Casey had become a pushover when it came to
him.
In all fairness, he had ruined every article of underclothing she had by cutting little
slits to make the knots tight. It wasn't the first time he wrecked something of hers
and she was delusional if she thought it would be the last.
Sure, Casey was his girl now and he figured that being nicer to her was in the rule
handbook of 'good boyfriend etiquette', but lets be realistic.
Derek and Casey not fighting was like saying sardines dipped in mayonnaise was a
delicacy. It just wouldn't happen. After all, they were like toothpaste and
orange juice.
Her head was resting on his back with a slender arm draped over his side. She had
come to him just like he had demanded in the note she found, but not exactly with
her new 'crotchless panties' like he had instructed.
Casey barged in with a purpose. A purpose that meant defeat of her enemy but she
failed to get two full sentences out before he took hold of her around the waist and
literally flung her on the bed.
They didn't lock horns like she had intended. She willingly let him have his way with
her like so many times before when she wanted to do nothing but fight.
"I hate you," she muttered into his back.
"So you've told me," Derek said with a half smile as he linked their fingers together
and gently stroked the top of her soft hand with his tumb.
"I love you, too," she admitted.
"So you've told me."
Casey sat up like a rocket and extracted Derek's pillow right out from under his head
and hit it with him directly in the nose.
"Ouch, watch it Klutzilla or you'll have blood on your hands to clean up."
"Like I would ever touch any blood of yours. You probably have an STD."
Derek raised his eyebrow and looked at her questioningly. "Think about what
you just said, Spacey."
Casey looked at him funny and then cast her eyes downward, blushing furiously
before springing out of bed naked and dressing furiously.
"You give me an STD and I'll tell everyone at school that...that..."
Derek smirked and sat up in bed, a sheet barely covering his lower half.
"You'll tell them what?" he challenged.
Casey looked smug as she crossed her arms over her still naked breast.
"I'll tell everyone you have a small penis."
"That's a lie!" Derek yelled which had Casey hushing him, afraid of waking the house
on a Saturday morning.
"It doesn't matter if it's a lie. Someone will believe it."
"First of all, I have slept with enough girls to know that your lie will never hold up in
a court of law; not to mention the locker room, so I suggest you come up with some
other way to get me back."
At the mention of other girls, Casey's face fell.
"Ah, come on Case. I've told you I've been around the block a few times."
"I know but...you didn't deny the whole STD thing."
"Do you honestly think that if I had a disease I would expose you to it?"
"Sometimes you can be jerky enough to do something like that."
Derek grunted with a false chuckle. "Knock you down the stairs, sure...leave you
stranded in the middle of no where for twenty minutes, absolutely...but infect you,
come on."
Casey just nodded her head and bent down to retrieve her small tank top that had
been thrown against the wall. Derek came up behind her and placed a hand on each
side of her face. "I love you, Casey. I wouldn't lie about something that can hurt
you."
Her furrowed brow quickly became an upside down frown.
"You sure changed fast."
"You don't say it as much as I do."
"Huh?"
"I love you and stuff. Just in a fast little scribble at the end of notes or a 'me
too'. It's nice to hear."
"What? I say it all the time," Derek contradicted as he turned his back and began to
gather his Smelly Nelly's uniform from the floor before heading into the bathroom to
get ready for work.
"A hand full of times, but that's it."
"It's only been three weeks, Case. If I told you how much I love you every waking
second it wouldn't have the same feel as, oh I don't know...every week or two."
He expected another retaliation but was suprised by a smile and shake of her head.
"I guess that's to be expected."
She walked out of his room leaving a soft click of his door. Derek didn't want to
give her false hope that he would be some 'poster boy' for her romantic fantasy's.
Casey was the first girl that Derek had ever been crazy about and saw an actual future
with, but he still wasn't any Don Juan.
He went into the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the cool water relax his
bones after the morning exertion with Casey. How had everything changed so quickly
between them?
It was as if the past year and half had been wasted when he could have been loving
her this whole time.
Author's Note: I had the worst writer's block for this chapter. I went to the gym, listened to music, and took time away from the computer. It usually takes me an hour to write a chapter. This one has taken me all day and it still is not what I hoped it could be. The story is just getting started. I have to showcase 'how' they love eachother on slightly different levels. Hopefully I'll be back in full swing next chapter.