Dear, dear Diary - Pt 9
Casey gloomily took out a history book from her locker, and stuffed it into her bag.
"So..." Emily almost made her jump.
"So... what?" Casey shrugged.
"So... spill it! Why were you late? You're never late! And you most definitely never get an answer wrong," Emily said, arms crossed.
Casey turned and stuffed some more book in her bag.
"It's nothing," she muffled.
"Oh, yes it is," Emily said, unmoved.
Casey knew she wasn't going to give up so easily. She sighed, closed her locker, and took her friend by the arm, leading her to the caffeteria.
"Well, it kinda all started when..."
XOXOXO
Emily's jaw dropped.
"Please say something," Casey said, her mouth in a sideways frown.
"W- What is there to say?"
"Anything! Is it that surprising?"
"YES!" Emily cried. "Yes, it is very surprising! Casey, he's your brother--"
"Step-brother," Casey corrected.
"-- it's just so wrong! I mean... my god."
Casey sighed and leaned back in her chair.
"Whyyy," she groaned. "Why am I making such bad choices?"
Emily used all her strength to pat her friends back, and give a small smile.
"Well, I guess you couldn't control it. And... I mean it is Derek."
Casey gave a little snort and shook her head.
Emily smiled and got up, taking her by the hand.
"Come on," she said.
"Where're we going?"
Emily stared at her in disbelief. "Wow, a guy can really do stuff to you. The bell rang. We gotta goto class."
XOXOXO
Casey slumped on the couch, sliding her bag down at her feet.
What's going on with me? Why am I thinking so... so... weird!? It's so unordinary.
Her thoughts were interrupted however, when the front door opened.
Derek and Sam made their way through the door, laughing.
Derek made a quick glance toward Casey, but quickly turned back.
"Hey, Casey," Sam said, his cheeks getting rosy.
"Hi Sam," she replied, trying to sound the least bit enthused. "How was hockey practice?"
"It was GREAT," Derek cut in before Sam could answer. "I totally made all the shots. Perfect game."
"Actually, I think I asked Sam."
"Oh, really?" Derek said innocently. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
Casey let out an, "Ugh" sound and went into the kitchen.
What did I ever see in him? She thought. There's days where he's a jerk, same old Derek. But then there's days where he gets so sensitive, and nice. A different side.
"Case?" Lizzie found her sister in the kitchen.
"Yeah, Liz, what's up?"
"We have to talk," the young one replied, leading Casey to their parents room.
"Whadda bout?" Casey whispered.
"You and Derek."
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