Zeta Beta Alpha: Casey?
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Chapter 4:
A Cup of Revenge

She walked into the coffee shop and spotted him in the corner right way. Her eyes seemed to spot him anywhere now-a-days. I guess it was safe to say that after three weeks, they were "dating". He continued to pick her up at the ZBA house, always making a big entrance gaining everyone's attention. They could easily be spotted all over campus holding hands and laughing; their acting was turning out pretty well. She sat down across from him, without him even noticing (he was too caught up with his phone - guys and their gadgets!)

"Is this seat taken?" She asked like a typical girl.

He looked up at her and flashed that smoldering smile. "Why hello there gorgeous. I'd love it if you took a seat," he replied.

She rolled her eyes, as she remained in her seat. "Girls actually fall for your corny lines?" She asked taking a sip of her coffee.

"Corny lines? Psh! They're all from here baby," he said pointing to his head.

She laughed softly. "So what's up Venturi? Did you really just want to see my face or do you have something for me?" She asked getting down to business, because one thing was acting when people where around, another was going out of her way just to see him for no particular reason. Things like that could get a girl attached!

"Both," he smirked.

"Spill," she said kicking him softly under the table.

"Well, Case... You know why I'm doing this, right?" He asked suddenly getting serious.

She froze for a second as if he caught her off guard, but she knew this was coming. "Of course," she nodded. "No one takes over your territory." She shrugged turning all her attention towards her cup of Joe, because if she dared look at him she might just cry. Why? Because she had gotten use to the sweet Derek, but she couldn't allow herself that pleasure…..she'd be breaking her own heart if she did.

"Yeah... I don't want you to think it's anything more." He said awkwardly, staring at the ground. He needed to make it clear, but clear to who really? Him or Casey? Casey seemed to know, and her answer sort of bothered him more than it should.

"Just to get back at Christina, I know." She nodded.

Another stab at his heart. She seemed so sure that it couldn't be anything more. Well, why the hell not McDonald? Do you think I lack feelings? He thought upset for a moment. But then he caught himself. He needed to relax. They were playing a game. However, for the first time they were on the same side.

"Cool," he said running his fingers through his hair. He had an image to keep up after all. "So I got someone to dig up some dirt," he said leaning toward her so no one could here.

"Mhmm," she urged him to go on, glad to be off the original topic. "Edwin?" She asked hoping he'd say no.

He nodded. "He's a good source! He knows how to hack into anything!" He defended.

She rolled her eyes, nodding because she knew it was true.

"So he found out that she wants to keep you around now."

"And why is that?" She asked confused.

"Because they're slacking. They're trying to become top house again. And if you noticed the Alpha Phi Omega girls dominate the football team, and the Delta Gamma Delta girls have the basketball team. So... they're trying to monopolize the hockey team." He breathed out the last part, because it wasn't easy to say.

She sat back retaining the information he had just given her. "They're using me to date you...so they could get dibs on your team?" She asked.

He nodded. He knew it wasn't something she wanted to hear. Of course she hoped that deep down, Christina wasn't evil and that maybe they could be friends, but she was wrong.

"I'm sorry Casey," he said as he took her hands into his. She nodded because well, she knew he didn't mean for this to happen. But it did.

"Well would you look at that! My favorite pledge and my favorite hockey player, playing footsies and holding hands. Adorable!" Christina spoke of pure sarcasm. Where did she even come from? Seems like she has some sort of GPS on Casey these days.

Casey groaned loudly. She was in no mood to humor Christina.

"Leave her alone Chris," he defended, using the nickname that was forbidden!

She glared at him. "Someone's a bit on edge. What, Casey's not doing it for you?" She mocked.

Casey's vision blurred. "Don't worry about what I do or don't do for him. You should just be praying he sticks around!" She snared.

"Oh? Why is that?" She said taking a step towards Casey. (Can you say cat fight?)

"Because-" Casey started.

"Because I make her happy enough to actually deal with you," he smiled, cutting her off. She was just about to ruin the plan! If Christina knew that Casey knew, it would all go bad. But no worries, he fixed it after all.

Casey rolled her eyes and shot up as she was not going to sit there and deal with Christina anymore. She grabbed her coat and got out of there as fast as she could.

"What's her deal?" Christina asked with a triumphant smile.

Derek ignored her and ran after Casey. "Case," he called after her. She didn't even respond. She was quick, but he was quicker. She just kept walking, as if she didn't hear him. "Come on, what'd I do?" He asked confused.

"Nothing," she finally reported as she continued her fast pace.

"Talk to me," he begged.

She finally slowed her pace when she found a bench nearby. She quickly sat down, hiding her face in her hands, as she tried to calm herself down.

"What the hell Casey?" He yelled, once he approached the bench. He was use to dramatic Casey, but this was something completely different.

"She irks me Derek! I thought it was all just about initiation, you know? That she was testing me. That she wanted me to prove that I can be one of them. But this? I mean really? And on top of that she's trying to steal you away from me? I don't even want to be part of it anymore!" She yelled right back at him.

Christina couldn't steal him away from Casey. He wasn't even 'Casey's' to begin with. And even if he was, there was still no chance in hell.

He knelled down in front of her and occupied the spot in between her legs. "So don't be part of it." He said suddenly, a million times softer. He took her hands into his, trying to calm her down.

She shook her head. "I'm not quitting. Not a chance in hell," she said staring down at him with an evil smile slowly forming on her face.

"Uh-oh. You're thinking about something in that little head of yours Casey. What is it?" He asked completely intrigued. Casey didn't do evil. No revenge was below her. But something, someone, had finally gotten her to the edge, to the place of no return. He was almost jealous there for a second. He always wanted to have that honor, but then he realized that he wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of Casey's anger.

"We're stepping it up a bit." She declared.

"Oh?" He asked, because he really wasn't sure what was next considering that they were already pretty out there as it was.

"Mhmm. There's a party tomorrow night. Pledges aren't allowed to go, unless they're working it." She explained.

"Working it?" He asked, finally getting off the ground and sitting next to her.

"Being the 'Sober Sister'; making sure everyone gets home okay." She went on.

"Alright..." He said urging her to continue.

"I wasn't up for it. But now, I'm definitely in. And of course you'll be there too; I need a date after all. And we're going to be the life of the party." She stated.

"Oh?" he asked intrested.

She nodded "And it's going to piss Christina off. But she won't be able to do anything about it, 'cause she needs us around. So we're just gonna mess with her a little. Hopefully she'll end up getting really drunk-"

"And then we'll have to take her home," he said catching on.

"How do you feel about staying over?" Casey asked winking.

"You're bad McDonald." He said with a wide grin. He was proud of her after all.

"I learned from the worst," she shrugged.

"The worst?" He asked offended.

She laughed. Game on.

AN: AHHHH! Caseys been pushed over thee edge!