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Disclaimer: I don't own Life with Derek or its characters.
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"I tightened my hold on his hand again. That's when the very very annoying bell decided to ring, and he instantly let go of my hand as the emptiness of the hallway started to buzz with busy students. During all the traffic, I couldn't see him anymore and he was out of my sight. I leaned against the wall, taking in what just happened between my stepbrother and me, and what it meant."
The rest of the day went in a blur. Just everything didn't really matter as much anymore. I was practically useless, spacing out whenever I find time to think to myself. I kept on daydreaming throughout history. I put my history books in my locker, preparing for the long walk home. I guess Derek's nice enough to give me a ride to school but not nice enough to give me a ride back home.
As I started to walk out of the school, my heavy books needed for homework pressed against my chest, I noticed Derek leaning against his car and playing with the sleeve of his leather jacket. I started to smile and was going to walk up to him, but suddenly stopped as I saw a blonde girl approaching him. I couldn't find my breath. Maybe Derek's being a nice guy and giving his classmate a ride home, I thought to myself, hoping for it to be true, that they were just friends and nothing more. But my thoughts were proven wrong as Derek's and the blonde's bodies moved closer together and, as I held my breath, they started to make out. Classmates….more like playmates.
What was all the stuff at lunch? I thought that…that he was angry because Noel kissed me in his spot? I mean, he couldn't have been pissed because his food actually moved, right? Then I realized that this was Derek. He dated dozens of girls at one time. Well, not dozens, more like 3, but that's still a lot compared to my faithful ways. I meant nothing to him, probably just a harmless flirt, while he occupied my mind about 90 percent of the time. I sighed out, due to the frustration building up in my heart and from holding my breath. One sided love sucks, especially when you just found out that its one sided.
My eyes start to sting and as I rubbed them, my fingers became wet. I was crying, well not crazy-couldn't breathe-sobbing, but crying nonetheless. I guess I was really in love. This confirmed it. Well I know that a lot of girls cry over their crushes or boyfriends or whatever complicated relationships they're in even if they aren't in love, but I was kinda different from them. I never cry over romantic affairs; I guess that all-girls school made me independent, or what Mom calls "hard-headed."
Dammit, I thought. If I was crying, then my eyes will be red. Well duh, but I didn't want him to see me crying. I pulled the hair tie out of my hair, ruining my high ponytail, then did that flippy hair thingy I always see popular girls do in movies. Sections of my hair covered the sides of my face, making it almost impossible to see my expression on my face if someone was standing right next to me. Not to brag, but I had really thick hair, or is that something to brag about?
I started to on my path to home, and in the corner of my eye, I could see Derek still making out with his…classmate. After 10 minutes of walking and a few tears running down my face (I wiped them away with my sleeve), I heard a loud purr. I looked up from the ground to see the Prince driving slowly right next to me, and in the driver's seat was Derek.
"Hey, you want a ride?" he offered. He had the window rolled down, \one of his arms was resting on the empty window space, and he had his other hand on the steering wheel.
"No thanks," I muttered out.
"You sure? I kinda feel guilty about leaving you back there at school."
"You saw me?"
"Um, yeah. You were flipping your hair, and if you didn't notice, you hair hit some poor guy's face," Derek informed me, with an amused look on his face.
"I guess I was just trying to be cool, like you are right now with the whole one hand driving thing."
"I don't have to try to be cool, Case," he said with a smirk on his face. I thought I heard him mutter "but I try around you" but dismissed this, thinking I only heard it due my mind wanting to hear it.
"So, you felt guilty, huh?" I asked him.
"Yup, I mean what kind of stepbrother leaves their step-sis walking home in this heat?"
"Its about 70 degrees out here, what do you mean by heat?" I asked.
"Well, you always wear a friggin sweater everyday, it must be 90 degrees to you, I mean its ok to show a little skin once in a while," Derek smirked suggestively.
"You're gross," I told him, walking a little faster now.
He started to laugh as he drove the Prince a little faster so the car's speed matched my walking speed.
"Hey, I'm just saying," he started to say, "showing a little skin would look good on you."
I stopped walking, and turned to him and couldn't help smiling at his weird comment. As soon as he saw my face expression, his face changed from smiling to seriousand he coughed.
"I meant, it would be good for you," he corrected, "Anyway, you getting in the car or not?"
"Since when do you give me rides home from school?" I asked.
"Since now," he smiled.
"I meant, why are you giving me a ride, Derek."
"Just cause."
I needed no more explanation. I eyed him as I got into the passenger seat. He was eyeing me back the whole time. As I was on the seat, I buckled my seatbelt.
"Comfy?" he asked me.
"Very."
"Good, because that seat has your imprints on it, since you like riding in my car so much," he said. I saw the corner of his lips going up involuntarily.
"I only ride in your car because you offer to" I said to him, playfully hitting him on the shoulder, "And how do you know if the imprints are mine, they could be from anyone else that rides your car."
"Haha, nice try, Case. But that seat is only satten upon by you and only you."
I'm pretty sure that Derek wasn't trying to sound sincere; he was probably trying to sound the opposite of sincere. But that comment enlightened me. To know that this seat was inscribed to me was probably one of pleasing thoughts I had all day. I looked to Derek and saw that he had his eyes on the road, but looked at me at the corner of his eyes once in a while. I looked to his chest, and saw that it was missing a seatbelt.
"Put on your seatbelt, Derek."
"We're almost home, and besides I can't put a seatbelt on while driving."
"You're only driving with one arm," I said to him, rolling my eyes.
"True, but have you ever tried putting an seatbelt on with one arm, its kinda a hard thing to do."
"Fine, well, if we're in a car accident and you die because you got flung out of the car, don't blame me," I told him, crossing me arms.
"Well, I wouldn't want that to happen," he said with a thinking expression on his face, "so would you put it on for me?"
"What?"
"Put. On. The. Seatbelt. For. Moi."
"Wouldn't that distract you?"
"Hah, no. Casey, you couldn't distracted me if you tried."
This comment stung a little.
"OK, fine then."
I reached for his seatbelt from my seat but couldn't get it. So I had to reach over a little more. As I finally got the seatbelt shiny metal thingy in my grasp, I realized the awkward position we were in. My head was under his chin and near his chest, and I heard Derek inhaling. W-was he smelling my hair? And I saw that his chest was moving in and out, as if he was breathing really hard. I think he was nervous. But why would he be nervous because of me?
Then the car stopped abruptly as Derek hit the brakes, causing my head to softly crash into his chest. I was scared at the moment, so my hands were grasping at his shirt. I looked up at him, and his face was only a few inches away from mine. He was looking into my eyes as I looked into his. His eyes fluttered shut and his hand had moved to the back of my head, pushing me slowly towards him. My eyes remained opened, closing a little further and further as the space between me and him decreased. Our lips were less then an inch away, but then a car honked at us from behind and I returned back into my seat. Derek groaned in annoyance. He put on his seatbelt, and started the car again.
"Why'd you stop the car?" I asked him, wishing I hadn't.
"Cause, you were taking so freaking long to put on my seatbelt for me."
We didn't say anything for the rest of the car ride. As he pulled up onto the drive way, I got out of the car as soon as I could and headed toward the door. I could hear Derek slam his car door. I turned the handle but then it was locked. Shoot, I thought. I dug through my backpack in search for the key, but by the time I already found it, Derek was already at the door with me.
"I thought you would be more organized, Case," he said to me as he held up his key to my face.
I gave him a nervous half smile again. He put the key into the door handle. I waited for him to unlock it but instead he turned to me again.
"Hey, Case, you know that I care bout you right?" he said to me.
I nodded in response, but I guess my face expression seemed confused.
"I mean, of course I care bout you, cause you're my stepsister and all, so I have to," he started to ramble, "But I do care bout you, so don't ask me anymore questions like why I'm giving you a ride and stuff, alright?"
I nodded again, with a smile on my face. Then he turned to the door and turned the key in the handle.
It was later that night and I was doing my homework, well trying to. I couldn't help but think about Derek and our almost kiss in the car. Stupid honking stranger. I think that Derek likes me... but if that's true, then why was he making out with another girl earlier? I cringed at the thought of this. He cares about me….but as what? Well he did say it's because I'm his stepsister, but then what about that almost kiss in the car? I was confused, very confused. Is it possible for a guy to give mixed signals? I thought that only girls do that.
I needed to know. I needed to know if he liked me as much as I liked him (well that's kind of impossible). I was gonna tell him how I felt. At that moment, I didn't care what he would say back. I was going to tell him and see if he would returned my feelings. If he rejected me, it couldn't possibly be as bad as wondering if he did like me or not, because this was complete anguish.
I stood up and headed towards his room, with a clear motive on my mind. I marched to the door, and took a breath before turning the handle. As I opened the door, my heart was completely crushed as I saw Derek making out with the same blonde as before. Then they both broke their kisses as they both gazed up at me. I looked down to the ground, not wanting to see them together.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry," I said out loud, trying to fight back my tears," I'll come back another time."
I walked out the bedroom and closed the door behind me. I rushed into my room and locked the door. Then I let all the tears that I was suppressing before flow out. I was crying like earlier today. Silent tears, only there were a lot more of them than earlier. I knew that the questions I had before in my mind were answered.
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Aww, this was a sad chapter. I dunno if some people got the last sentence, but the questions refer to the questions about Derek liking her or not. Anyway this was the longest chapter ever woot woot. 2 thousand words. Please please review. I guess I kinda left it on a cliffhanger…Sorry for the "almost" kiss. I was really tempted to type that they did kiss, but I like subtle Dasey... Anyway I'll try to update asap after I get four reviews…so review review. If I get more than 4 I'll be ecstatic and write faster!
