Two weeks later

Derek drummed his fingers at a rapid pace on his open locker door. Across the hallway was non other than his step-sister and her stupid Truman French.

I bet his last name isn't even real. He probably made it up to sound more endearing because he looks like an ugly head on a stick.

"Yo, D. Who you looking to kill?"

Sam strolled up to Derek with a 'give me the details' look. It was the first time in five minutes that he tore his gaze away from their close-knit figures and French's fucking hand that was on Casey's hip, a hip that belonged to Derek...a body that belonged to Derek.

"What are you talking about?" he sneered while turning back to his locker, grabbing his Science book, and slamming the door with a force that nearly shook the whole school building.

"We have a week left of school, bro. Shouldn't you be looking mischievous and planning the party of the century instead of sniffin' out a fight?"

"Why the hell would I plan a party? We're ending our junior year. Now when we graduate, talk to me."

Sam leaned against a nearby locker and nodded his head. Derek had mood swings and lately they were getting worse. His best friend was on the docile side and let him have his moments without too much questioning, but he really was curious about the evil eye he was giving Truman.

"Seeing as there are a total of ten people out in the hallway and everyone else is in the Cafeteria, I'm guessing you're not taking to Casey's new boyfriend very well?"

"You know what, Sam," Derek barked, causing his blond comrade to lean back to keep Derek at bay. "I have had just about enough of that selfish, conceited, cocky, arrogant, peice of shit coming around the house."

Three breaths past...and then Sam laughed.

"And just what is it that you find funny about that, because let me tell you," Derek said while he huffed and puffed and nearly blew Sam down. "I find it repulsive and have this gripping need to rip his fucking head off."

"I'm so...sorry, D, but it's just so funny," Sam choked out while slapping his knee from hysteria.

Crossing his arms and tapping his foot faster than he had his fingers, Derek did not feel the same amusement. "mmmhmmm, and why is it so funny?"

"Whoooo," Sam stood up to his full height and wiped a tear from his eye. "You just described yourself when you talked about French."

"Huh? I did not!"

"Chilax, Killa. Sure you did. Case in point," and Sam held up his fingers, counting as he went. "Selfish, check...conceited, check...cocky, most definitely check, arrogant, double check, and a peice of sh..."

"Okay, I get it," Derek broke him off before he could finish. "If I'm so bad then why do you even out with me?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders and looked down the strip, noticing students beginning to fill up the halls. "Use to you, I guess."

"Great. My friends hang out with me because their use to having me around. Not because I'm wanted. You sure know how to make a guy feel special."

"Get off it, Derek. Somethings going on between you and that French guy so dish."

Derek stiffened his shoulders and peeked up just in time to see them walking hand and hand up the stairs that was located in the middle of the building. It was torture seeing her with another guy. It had never been fun with Sam and Max, but now it felt like a machine gun to his heart rather than a small irritation.

"If I tell you, you'll just add nasty and gross to the many things you don't like about me."

"Hey, I never said I didn't like your cocky, arrogant, selfish self."

"Ya you did. Two minutes ago."

"Noooo, what I said was that you had all of thoughs qualities. Your personality, even if it is irritating, has got me many double dates that I appreciate very much. Chicks seem to dig you for some weird reason so I take advantage of it."

Derek smirked while banging his knee against his locker and looked around to make sure no one was in earshot.

Here goes nothin'.

"For a short time, Casey and I...umm, we...uhh."

"Shut up!"

"I havn't even said anything yet." Derek furrowed his brow and dared to look at Sam for the first time since hitting his locker.

"You don't have to, D. I got the whole story with that unfinished bit."

"You a mindreader or something?'

"Please. The evil eye to French; the PMS attitude you have lately; you got a thing for miss perfect just like every other warm blooded male who notices that body. I mean, I know she's ur step-sis but it's not like you grew up together. Personally, I always saw it as a perfect opportunity and situation to take advantage of that you passed up on. If her bedroom was right next to mine...well, let me just say I wouldn't need any dirty magazines to build up something in my mind."

Derek hung his mouth open from shock. Sam had hit 90% of it right on the nail and he hadn't even needed to say anything.

"So am I right?'

"For the most part," he said quietly.

"What I'd miss?"

"Well, Casey and I did have a thing together...recently."

It was Sam's turned to looked shocked. He leaned in closer and looked a little hesitant before asked, "you sleep with her?"

Derek rolled his eyes. The locker room had always been the place to find out who was getting lucky, and Derek would be first in line to tell his stories, but not about Casey.

"It wasn't like that. We had it pretty serious between us for about a month but I screwed it up."

"So you didn't have sex."

"Is that all you care about. If I screwed Case?"

"Ah, teenage boy," Sam said pointing to his chest. "Isn't it what we all care about?"

"Fine! Yes we slept together but don't expect the gory details."

Sam folded his arms and leaned back once more. He had a look of confused hurt on his face. "She only let me kiss her if my hands were at 11 and 1 or 9 and 3."

"Eh, don't feel too bad. It took months and months of living in the same house and having argumentative foreplay to get me all the way."

Sam sniffed a laugh. "Ya, your right. And besides, I still don't get why your so mad. You said you were the one that screwed it up and you do have Sally."

Yes, Derek was still seeing Sally. How could he not when Casey had a date every night. He refused to be the one without somebody just so his little brunette spit fire can rub it in his face. But if truth be told, if it wasn't Sally, he would have ended it quickly. But his girlfriend stayed out of his buisness and didn't smother him. They had a good thing going to just give it up without a proper reason. And if Casey wouldn't even talk to him, then he didn't have a legitimate reason to get rid of Sally.

"Your right. I two-times once again like I do with every girl I date. But it still doesn't change how I feel about Spacey." Derek sounded sad, he cursed how pathetic he had let that comment slip out.

"I wouldn't worry about it. Let it run it's course and see what happens. It's not like Casey's going anywhere, even if you do have to grovel for the rest of your life for being such a dick."

"True. But..." Sam waited for Derek to finish.

"But what?"

"But I hate the thought of his hands on her. It's about to drive me crazy."

"Wow, D. Take a few steps back and think about it. This is Casey were talking about and I guarantee she's not giving up the goods."

"You think?" he asked a little to eagerly.

"Of course I do. It's been two weeks, bro. Just relax and not think about it because..." Sam breathed in and out using his hands like he was doing yoga.

"Because?"

"Our Casey is not a slut."

Derek laughed out loud and nodded his head with an actual grin on his face.

"Your right, Sam. I have time." And with that, they parted ways as Derek made his way to Science 103, hoping that what his friend said was 100% accurate.