Zeta Beta Alpha: Casey?
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AN: Enjoy
Chapter 3:
Date with Derek?
It seemed like everyone was at Jimmy's that night. Well it was understandable since it was the only place to get a decent beer on campus.
"Try to get us a table." He suggested. She nodded pulling away from him as he made his way to the bar to get them drinks. He knew they had no intention of getting drunk, or halfway there at that. They just needed to seem like they were having an awesome night. She'd nurse the same bottle of beer the whole night; he'd finish at least two. Not enough to do anything to him but enough to keep him going.
He found her in a corner looking around nervously. She looked like a fish out of water. He smiled at her innocence.
"Looking for me?" He whispered behind her causing goosebumps down her body. He had to flirt with her. He didn't know who was watching them. He didn't underestimate the Queen Bitch, he knew she had sources. Yeah, he was determined to make this good.
She smiled and nodded to the seat across from her. He placed their drinks down and shook his head; that seat wouldn't do. She seemed to look up at him, a bit confused but she understood when he slid his chair right next to her.
She shook her head smiling softly. "I will never invade your territory," she whispered into his ear, running her fingers into his soft locks. The music wasn't that loud but she didn't want anyone to hear them, and it looked pretty good to anyone who happened to be looking. She knew they were playing a part now.
He placed a stray piece of her hair behind her ear and nodded towards their drinks. "Cheers," they muttered. She took a tiny sip, he took a gulp. At least they were nice and settled when she walked in.
"Don't stress Princess. I've got a plan." He smirked proudly.
The Queen and her Minions walked over to them and he watched Casey sink into her seat, hoping to dissolve. He skimmed his fingertips down her arm, grabbing her hand. Come on Case, toughen up. His eyes seemed to scream at her.
"Interesting choice of seats," the Queen spoke.
"Oh...Why is that?" Derek asked confused.
"Because this is where we always sit," she spoke.
Derek couldn't help but laugh. "What is this high school ladies? I sincerely apologize. I just picked the first seats I saw." He shrugged taking the blame. Nice one Case! He thought.
She gave him a smug smile with an eye roll. "What happened to your face Casey?" She asked as if there was now something wrong with Casey's face.
She shrugged and suddenly grew a pair. "Derek hates makeup. He'd rather have his girls natural." She spoke her voice gaining back her confidence.
"Yeah, natural." He repeated his eyes skimming over the Queens chest. (Plastic!)
She huffed and walked away with the rest of them, who seemed to be just as speechless.
Hours seem to pass but it was really only minutes. It's amazing how much two people can bond when they're not at each other's throats. And of course adding the open flirtiness that they usually suppress helped a bit.
"You drunk enough yet?" He asked.
She raised an eyebrow. "Drunk enough for what exactly?" She asked suspiciously.
He smiled turning his head towards the mechanical bull in the back. "No way Derek!" She opposed right away. She had thought about it but never had she actually gotten near that god-forsaken thing!
"Come on Casey." He spoke into her neck. She knew he was acting but she couldn't help but have a reaction to him.
"She's looking?" Casey asked softly. He nodded kissing along the base of her neck. His acting was starting to get too good. She grabbed a handful of his hair pulling him back. He couldn't help but love the aggressive Casey.
"No." She repeated once more.
"Come one. We can even make a bet to keep it interesting." He pushed.
She rolled her eyes knowing full well that she would do it. "Fine." She said swallowing the last of her beer. "Name your wager."
"Break a minute and I'll take you out for ice cream."
"And if I lose?" She asked curiously.
"Ice creams on you!" He smiled.
They got her settled above the leather covered mechanical bull. She was obviously nervous.
"Come on Case, you got this," he yelled before the bull started, first it rocked very slowly.
"This is easy!" She told him. She hadn't even looked at the crowd that started to gather around her. The bull was mostly only used with drunken riders. Casey seemed to have the guts to ride it sober and everyone seemed to notice; including the Queen of course.
"I know exactly what you're trying to do," came a voice from behind him. He peeked out of the corner of his eye to see who was speaking to him. (He couldn't take his eyes off Casey for a second.)
He huffed. "Really? What am I up to Christina?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest, giving Casey most of his attention.
"You think she's a piece of ass. Cleaning her up, buying her drinks getting her on a bull. You really think she's going to give it up that easily?" She asked.
He was taken back a bit. Christina defending Casey's virtue? Maybe he had it all wrong...
"And if that's all you wanted, you didn't have to work so hard." She said running her fingers down his muscular arm. He jumped back as if she'd hurt him. Coincidentally, Casey fell off the bull at the same time. (Hm... Could it have anything to do with Christina touching Derek?)
"You disgust me," he said shaking his head. This was supposed to be Casey's "sister"? Christina narrowed her eyes, surprised that she actually got rejected. He walked off leaving her there to sulk as he went to get Casey.
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"What happened?" She asked him out of breath. That was a thrill, one that she might have to do again!
He shook his head. "Don't worry about it," he said kissing her forehead gently. "You did good Princess."
She smiled accepting his compliment, those were rare from Derek. "Ice cream?" She asked.
He laughed nodding. They walked out of Jimmy's, holding hands.
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