-1Chapter Two

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12:11 AM

"I cannot believe I thought that you would be responsible Derek!"

George fumed at his son and step-daughter as they sat awaiting punishment on the living room couch.

"And I," Nora said, "cannot believe you would drag Casey into this!"

Derek held his head down in disappointment. Casey took notice and decided to take charge after their heart to heart in the bathroom.

"Mom, George," she began, "don't automatically assume it was Derek's fault."

"So, Casey are you saying you are partly to blame for this mess?"

"Yes mom and I fully understand it was the wrong thing to do." Casey said with her head held high, believing in helping Derek for once, truly thinking they were going to finally get along.

"Fine," George sighed, "we'll discuss this in the morning."

Then the married couple left, not without a few glares of disapproval towards the teens.

Derek turned to Casey and looked bewildered by her statement.

"Casey…" he started.

"Its okay."

"No, you surprised me tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Derek looked at her with complete sincerity that at once turned to his trademark smirk and laugh, "I can't believe you bought my sob story! Sucker!"

With that he ran upstairs leaving Casey with the look of bewilderment and a huge mess to clean up by herself.

"DEREK!"

12:48 AM

Casey had managed to put her pajamas on, clean the living room, and put all the party trash in a clear blue garbage bag. She realized it was easier to clean and take charge when she was enraged.

So, she marched upstairs with the trash bag and barged into Derek's bedroom.

"Derek, since I had to clean up the entire mess without any help, the least you could do is take out the trash."

"'Kay." Derek mumbled from reading his magazine.

Casey had enough. She hated how he always got what he wanted. Faster than he could realize what was happening, Casey dumped the entire bag of trash on him as he sit up on his bed reading. Then she walked out of his room with a grin on her face the size of Canada itself.

"Sucker." She said to herself.

1:06 AM

It had taken Derek almost twenty minutes to clean up the mess Casey had made in his room, not that it had been an exceptionally clean place to begin with. He took the garbage bag outside to get collected before he marched up the stairs right to Casey's room. He was determined to crush his stepsister.

Casey opened the door to find Derek standing there, glaring at her.

"Would you like me to give you my trash to take out too?" she asked, rather sweetly.

"Why did you do that Casey?"

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe it was because you left me to clean the entire house ouf party clutter when it was never my fault in the first place?"

"You could have stopped the party at any time sis."

"Oh yeah, is this before or after we got locked in the bathroom?"

"And whose fault was that, Klutzilla?" Derek asked, smirking with the satisfaction from annoying his stepsister. It was the one thing, besides making out with girls, that gave him true happiness.

"Well maybe," Casey said, just as pointedly, "if we didn't have this stupid party we would have never gotten in this mess Der."

"We? See you are admitting it al-" But he was cut off before he could make a point.

"No, no , no. You see, when I admit something, I make a point of it. And I only admit to things that are true. Unlike some people who manipulate others into actually thinking they were human. Because, the truth is Derek, you have no human qualities. You lie, cheat, manipulate, all to get what YOU want. I'm sick of it. And the one time I actually think I've gotten past that sarcastic exterior, you take it all back and prove that you will never have guilt, sadness, or any other normal human emotion. That's why I can't stand you, or people like you Derek. To tell the truth, I hate you. And that is a revelation I don't care to take back."

With that monologue of insults, Casey slammed the door in Derek's face.

He stood there for a moment, dumbfounded at the thought that Casey actually, fully and completely hated him. They joked around and annoyed each other, sure, but Derek never thought for a second that Casey felt this much animosity toward him.

It made him sick that he actually cared what she thought, so he quickly shook the thought out of his head and turned to go to his room.

But before he could turn the doorknob to get in, a little voice came from behind him.

"Smerek…"

Derek turned around to see Marti standing there in a fairy costume, looking as if a monster clipped her wings. She looked at him with her big brown eyes, questioning him deeply.

"Heeey Smarti." He said as he knelt down to her level. "What's with the long face?"

"Why do you make Casey hate you? I like her and you're gonna make her leave us."

"Casey isn't going to leave us Smarti. She's just being her usually emotionally unstable self."

"Does she hate me too?"

"No, she doesn't. Its only me that she hates."

Marti seemed satisfied with that answer and hopped away to her room.

Derek entered his room and flopped himself on the bed. He thought about everything Casey said to him and eventually fell asleep.

A/N: I know the Dasey action wasn't in here but I needed to set up the anger for later chapters. R and R: