Zeta Beta Alpha: Casey?
Disclaimer:I don't own Lwd
AN: Ahhhh

Chapter 2:
Territory

He pulled up the house and killed the engine. Why was he doing this again? Oh yeah, to piss off Casey. She didn't actually thing he'd say yes, did she? He was going to milk this for all it was worth. She would have to pay for dinner and deal with whatever pranks he'd come up with. I mean, she wanted to look good for the Bitch right?...But wasn't he in turn helping her? Ugh, this was all so messed up. He walked up the steps of the beautiful white house with the "ZBA" on the front. He sighed before pushing the door bell. Here goes nothing.

It seemed like almost immediately one of the the Sisters ran up and opened the door. She was a cute red head, petite and very bubbly. "Derek, right?" she asked showing off her million dollar smile. Asking... as if she didn't know! As if the whole house wasn't buzzing about "the pledge going out with Derek Venturi."

He fought the urge to roll his eyes and simply nodded. He couldn't even muster up a smile. He had this bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this...But it was too late to back out now. How would Casey look if he did? Not that he cared or anything.

"Come in." she said stepping aside. He walked in and was greeted by the overwhelming smell of pink: Strawberries and cupcakes, glitter and sprinkle. It was sweet... sickeningly sweet. To much girlieness! The house itself looked old and traditional but the girls seem to keep it fresh and modern. To his right laid the kitchen/dinning area which seemed to be throwing up that cupcake smell. He couldn't help but notice the giant flat screen that peeked out of there living room to his left. (Were they playing Call of Duty?) Hm... on second thought, he could stay a while.

"I'll go get Casey," she said leaving him at the foot of the stairs. He nodded looking around. He hasn't been in a sorority house yet. It was still early in the year he was still figuring out his prospects after all. Plus, he wasn't really into these preppy Greek girls. They weren't really his style. And wasn't there a rule that they could only date Frat guys? He shrugged at the thought. He didn't know much about the Greek life.

He sighed running his fingertips through his brown locks when he heard "Ahemm," coming from the foot of the stairs. He looked up and realized that every Sister seemed to be there waiting for him to pick Casey up. He couldn't understand why it was That big of a deal.

"Hey Derek," came Casey's surprisingly small voice from somewhere in the crowed of pink.

"Casey?" he asked hearing her but not finding her. And suddenly the seas parted. In the middle of all those girls laid Casey McDonald who was looking more like Ronald McDonald then herself.

Her skin seemed four shades darker with an orange tint (spray tan maybe?) Her eyes were a mix of black and dark purple eyeshadow with a hint of blue. He couldn't help but think someone had giving her a black eye. Her cheeks were stained with bloody red blush and her lips painted a dangerously hot pink. Her hair was left straight down, but it looked almost lifeless. The rest of her however was normal. Dark washed skinny jeans and a simple white top; very Casey. "What do you think Venturi? I did her makeup myself," Christina said, her voice spewing venom.

What did they do to her?

"I hope that's not your major," he mumbled out before thinking. He heard the gasps all over the room. Might not be the time to big a fight with the head Bitch. He was on her territory after all.

"Der-ek" she whispered to afraid to speak out.

"Come on Casey," he said holding out his hand. She gratefully took hold of him fast. As if she was drowning and he was the only one that could save her. "Have a good night now ladies," he announced before heading out.

He walked her to the car and even opened the passenger side door. He stormed around to the driver seat and slide in her eyes glazed over with anger.

"Whats wrong?" she asked. She knew he wasn't happy about spending the night with her...But she figured he would enjoy milking it for all it was worth. But she didn't expect him to be that mad!

He pushed down onto the accelerator. "Look in the mirror," he merely muttered. And so she did. He winced when heard her gasp. "What the hell did they do to you Casey?" he asked heading towards his dorm.

"I don't know..." she whispered touching her face gently, as if it was a bruise, as if it hurt. "She said she would do my makeup all pretty to impress you..." she said closing her yes as the tears started to spill out ruining the makeup job (as if that were actually possibly.)

"Impress me? Whats the whole point of this Case? Why did they make you ask me out?" He asked aggravated.

She bite her lip and looked away.

"Case," he prompted her.

"She doesn't want me to pledge. But there's nothing she can do about it. Everyone loves me and i haven't done anything wrong. So she thought embarrassing me would make me leave. She didn't think I would be able to ask you out. When she realized you said yes, she needed to make me look bad. I guess..." she finally admitted.

He shook his head."She has no idea who shes messing with," he muttered biting his lip in anger.

"Where are we going?" she asked softly. It hurt him to see her like that. He was so use to feisty Casey, never vulnerable. She never let him see her like that.

"My dorm. Your going to get cleaned up and were going out. And I promise you she WILL see us having a good time." he declared.

"Your mad..." she noted as he pulled into his parking spot.

"Furious." he admitted.

"Why?" she asked confused.

He killed the engine and looked at her. Why did he feel the sudden urge to pull her into his arms? "Who the hell does she think she is? To just swoop in and make your life hell? No one gets to do that but me. She invading my territory now, and I don't take kindly to shearing." he said.

Casey couldn't suppress a fit of giggles from spilling out of her pink lips. "What?" he asked found no part of this funny.

"You care," she smiled cupping his face.

He returned the smile and said, "Lets get you ready for tonight, Princess." before getting out of the Prince. He handed her his aviator shade to cover her eyes. Who cares if the sun had gone down hours ago. He put his arm around her shoulders as they walked into the dorms.

She had finally gotten all cleaned up and looking like the normal Casey he knew. Her face though held a pink color from all the scrubbing she did to remove all the gunk as he called it.

"Ok, what know?" she asked.

"Now we go out on our 'date' " he smirked pulling his leather jacket onto her small frame.

"Should I be nervous?" she asked looking into those big brown eyes.

He shrugged. "It's going to get ugly Case." he admitted before heading out.

AN: How do you feel about Derek in this chapter? Too mushy too soon?