Ahh, time for another chapter :D anyway thanks for reading the last two chapters and if you want, you can keep reading if you like. I know the story is getting kinda boring for some people but this is how I want it done (: please review if you like it! Oh and if you don't know what the Prince is, that's Derek's car.
Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek or it's characters.
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"My cheeks warmed up again. With Marti still in his arms, he went out the door merrily. I was still standing in the house, amazed by the good deed Derek had done. I'm sure that he was going to use this as leverage later on but I was still happy from the fact that he's not always the jerk that everyone thinks he is and happy that this morning, the only girls that he spent his time with was with his little sister and his step sister. Then my face suddenly changed from a grin to a frown as I realized that I was only his step sister and that's probably how he saw me, as his annoying little keener sister. I was only more worried when I saw that his act of kindness only made me like him even more..."
As I finally regained my composure, I started my walk out to the Prince. My nervousness started to rise with each step. I can still hear Marti and Derek bickering about the quality of his "classic" car. When I finally reached the Prince, I saw, through the window of the backseat, Marti still scrunching up her nose in response to the putrid smell. Wow, if the smell makes Marti gag, the girl who plays with bugs and dirt and slimy animals, then I wonder what that could do to me. I saw through the front window seat a certain Derek getting more impatient by the second. When I got into the car, Derek instantly commented on my "snail like" slowness.
"What took you so long? Gas is not getting any cheaper, Case" He hissed at me with an annoyance in his voice.
"But you didn't even start the car yet" I replied, "so how exactly are you wasting gas?"
He paused for a minute. I bet he's probably thinking up another insult because he can't think of an answer.
"Atoms deteriorate by the second," he said with a smirk on his face.
Oh, that was so clever.
"Right…," I said sarcastically, "I think you just made that up"
"Hey I pay attention in Chemistry."
"Derek, you're in biology" He failed bio the first time. I don't know why, I mean I think he already had experience with the anatomy of the female body.
"Same difference, Case. God, I didn't know that you were stalking me"
This provoked me.
"Just because I know what science class you take instantly makes me a stalker?" I was raising my voice. This guy really knows how to push my buttons.
"Don't be ashamed Case. You're not the only one," he stated slyly, "I mean no one can resist the charms of the sexy and charming Derek Ven-"
"CAN WE JUST GO!" Marti interrupted all of a sudden.
I was thankful too. I really didn't need this argument to go anywhere. Why did I like this guy? All he does is brag on and on about himself. Derek started the car and we were on the road.
"Just so you know, you're not "sexy" and "charming," I kept on arguing, "the real you is just a big headed jerk!"
I don't know why I still wanted to argue with him. I just felt that I needed to set some things straight. I really didn't need this guy to know that I liked him or else I would never hear the end of it.
"And I thought that you were the peacemaker. Why are you still arguing with me?"
"Just so I can stop the swelling of your big, giant head"
"Ouch, that really hurt, Case" Derek said back to me, with a hand over the place where his heart should be, instead that place is occupied with a black hole.
We reached Marti's school and she finally said goodbye to her "Smerek" and hopped her way to class. It was kind of awkward in the car after. There was only complete silence and only the purring of the engine was heard.
"So, Case, umm why are you acting so…different?" Derek said out of the blue.
I turned to look at him but his eyes were on the road, and he was trying not to make any eye contact with me. Does he know that I like him? Was it that obvious?
"What do you mean?" I asked back, my heart flipping up and down.
"I mean…. we haven't been arguing like usual"
"Well, don't you consider that a good thing, Derek? Now you don't have anyone stopping you from getting what you want anymore." I said back to him.
"Well, sometimes you know... I…like arguing with you," He said awkwardly, "I mean when I'm bored or something, its nice for someone to challenge me once in a while even though I'll know I'll crush them"
He started to smile. I could sense that it wasn't easy for him to say all this. He's not a very "show your emotions" guy.
"Well, sometimes I get so fed up with you, I don't even know why I try," I said back, smiling at him.
"Well, try for my sake, alright?"
I saw his hand reaching for mine for a second but then his hand stopped and returned back to the wheel. Was he going to hold my hand? My heart was beating rapidly at the thought of this. Or was my eye doing mind tricks on me?
"Gosh, Derek, do you really miss our petty fights that much?"
"No, I don't miss it. I just…," he was trying to get the words out, "love seeing you annoyed and suffering. Its really funny."
I rolled my eyes as I was seeing that he was trying to be classic Derek again.
"Well, you can't force me to pick a fight with you."
"Remember, what Derek wants, Derek gets." He started smirking. It started to get quiet in the car again.
"Well, maybe I'll consider going back to our manic ways if you compliment me just one time," I hardly believed he was going to do this but then I stood corrected when Derek actually complimented me, I think…
"Well, I thought it was kinda cute how… you were playing with Marti today, spinning her around and stuff," Derek started to say, "but I only thought it was cute because you know Marti is my "soft" spot as some people say."
"Well thanks Derek, I guess you aren't as big a jerk as I thought you were."
"Hey, I thought I asked you to start arguing with me, not praising me like everybody else."
"Well, if you compliment me, I have to compliment you back, right?"
"Hah, well isn't this a warm fuzzy brother-sister moment?"
My smile quickly turned upside down when I heard this. Brother and sister, that's all he thinks of me. Déjà vu.
"Um..yeah" I could hear my voice starting to crack. Man why was I such a cry baby?
Luckily he didn't notice.
"Hey we're here. I think this is the earliest I got to class ever," he started to say as he got out of the car, "you coming, Case?"
"yeah" I sighed out.
I forcefully opened my car door and slammed it. Derek of course didn't notice as he was already walking to his group of friends and gals. I silently walked to my locker and tried to slide out my heavy books. One of them was about to fall on me, but then a hand suddenly saved me as it grabbed it mid air. Hoping to see Derek, I turned to my left only to see my friend, Noel. I tried to greet him with smiles, ignoring my small disappointment.
"Wow, thanks. You just saved me from another display of my "Klutzilla-ness."
"Yeah, for a dancer, I thought you would have a more inner sense of balance" He said back with a perfect smile.
"Inner sense of balance? I sense that you recently watched Kung-fu Panda"
"Hah, no. I get all my wise sayings from fortune cookies."
"Nice, because if you got the wise sayings from a kids movie, it seriously would lose its wise-ness." I said back, laughing.
Noel offered to walk me to class, and I, of course, took it. As he and I were walking, I glanced at Derek due to my humongous crush on him and I was surprised to find him staring at me and Noel, a little concern in his eyes. Then he tore his eyes away as soon as he saw me looking back at him and he focused back on his talking friend. Was he jealous? No, it couldn't be. It just couldn't. He has about 3 girls standing next to him. Why would he be concerned with me?
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Well that's it for this chapter :D I liked writing this, It kills time and its super duper fun. Review review please!! it'll make me want to write even faster. Constructive criticism is mighty fine. I think my writing has been a little downhill from the first chapter. Thanks for reading.
