A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to update this story. I hope this will do. I don't know yet where I'm going with this. I'm open to ideas. Enjoy!

"Casey, did you eat my cereal?!" Derek burst into her room infuriated.

"What if I did?" she sat there calmly on her bed reading a book.

Derek ripped the book from her hands and threw it against the wall. "Big mistake," he glared at her.

She stood up and got in his face. "No, you are the mistake, Derek."

"What?!" he exclaimed irate and baffled.

"Moving here was a mistake!" she exclaimed.

"I'll agree with you on that one," he put in. "Stop trying to change the subject!"

She just gawked at him for a moment before saying, "God, everything is all about you! I'm sick of your shit!" She shoved him.

"Oh yeah? Well I'm sick of your shit!" he shoved her back.

Casey shrieked, lunging her body at him, knocking him to the carpeted floor. They wrestled each other until George and Nora dashed in and physically broke them up.

"Why can't you two ever get along?" George said to the two as the teenagers sat on Casey's bed.

"She's a frigid bitch, dad," exclaimed Derek.

"And you're an egotistic asshole," she shouted back at him.

"Stop!" Nora demanded and instantly the room became deathened in silence.

George sighed, calming himself. "Okay, how did this arguing start?"

"She ate all my cereal," said Derek upsettedly.

Casey rolled her eyes and murmured, "Jesus Christ…"

"Casey, watch your mouth!" Nora warned her.

"Casey, why must you always aggravate Derek?" George asked innocently.

Both Nora and Casey just gazed at George before Nora stated, "Hey, your son isn't exactly an angel either."

"I know, Nora, but let's face it, Casey is too full of herself to take a harmless prank much less a joke," George said.

Casey's jaw dropped in shocked as Derek smiled.

"And Derek is too cocky to take anything serious much less his future," Nora shot back angrily.

"Hey he takes hockey seriously," George raised his voice.

"Of course he would, because hockey is all about brawns and very little brain," Nora said pleasantly.

"Are you calling my son stupid?"

"You called my daughter snobby," Nora retorted.

George and Nora stared each other down as did Casey and Derek.

"Don't even think about coming to bed tonight," Nora said before storming out of the room.

George sighed, then turned to the two young adults. "You two are grounded for a month." With that he walked out.

"Bitch," Derek said before walking out.

"Asshole," she shouted back and slammed her door shut.

That night Derek couldn't sleep, not only because Nora and George were arguing in the kitchen, quite loudly, but because he couldn't get his mind off Casey. She was such a control freak and goody-two-shoes and yet she had an incredibly sexy side to her. Stupid bitch, he thought with a sigh. He heard the yelling downstairs come to an end with the slamming of doors. Just as he was about to fall asleep he heard his door gradually open. He turned his head and saw a tall slim silhouette walk in, the door closed and his eyes adjusted to darkness. It was Casey wearing nothing but a t-shirt that went down to her thighs.

The moonlight shone through his window as he sat up. On another note he was wearing nothing but his boxers. "What do you want?" he asked angrily.

Casey didn't reply, she walked over to the bed and straddled him roughly.

He stared up at her and noticed how her skin glowed in the light of the moon. "God, I fucking hate you," he said in a low deep voice.

She forced him to lay back down and vigorously pressed her lips against his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He grasped her hips and began to writhe himself against her core making her incredibly wet.

"Uhhh… you asshole," she whispered apparently enjoying every moment. She pulled down his boxers and worked her own panties off and slid onto his stiff shaft.

"God, I hate you," he moaned. He despised himself for enjoying the feel of being inside her, for cherishing the sound of his name escaping her lips.

Casey pulled off her t-shirt revealing her perky breasts and continued her writhing. Her lovely chest began to bounce and Derek couldn't help but to caress them roughly. She leaned forward so that he could caress her nipples with his tongue. He decided to take the upper hand and flipped her on her back, never separating from her.

They stared into each other's eyes as Derek moved in and out of her gradually, again and again. There was something about the way she was staring into his eyes, something he just couldn't understand. She ran her hands through his soft hair and moaned. She pulled his lips onto hers hard. She could feel her orgasm surfacing ever so quickly. "Huh… Oh god…" she moaned against his lips. "Oh shit…" her fingernails dug into his arms as she reached her blissful orgasm.

Derek increased his pace, feeling his muscles burning. Oh god… He kept going faster. Oh my god, I'm so close… Casey grabbed a pillow and squealed into it as she came again. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit… His stomach muscles tensed up as he released himself into her. He collapsed onto her tiredly, panting, still hating her. "You're such a bitch," he whispered into her ear and rolled off of her. He heard her chuckle lightly, then she stood up simultaneously putting her t-shirt on.

"Same time tomorrow?" Derek said half jokingly.

She paused and just gazed at him blankly for a moment before quietly walking out of his room closing the door behind her.

Derek laid back down a bit vexed. He was irked because every time him and Casey would have sex she would leave right after. Didn't she care about what he thought of this little arrangement? Wait… Why was he being such a little bitch about this anyway? He ran a hand through his hair very much frustrated. Dammit, Venturi, your such a fuckin' pussy…