Zeta Beta Alpha: Casey?
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Chapter 6:
Pillow Talk

"So...since when do we dance like that?" He questioned once he was settled; now asking her a question that had been burning in his mind all night. He didn't have a problem with it, he was just curious. Should he expect her to dance on him like that from now on?

They were surprisingly alone. Casey's roommate was out so there was an empty bed where he could sleep on, but the idea never occurred to him. Why wouldn't he sleep with Casey?

She laughed softly, making her way out of the bathroom, fresh and ready for bed in a simple tank top and shorts. "Well the first time we did anything like that was for Dance Mania." She reminded him.

"Yeah...but that was rated PG-13. What you did tonight, not so much." He teased as he stuck out his tongue.

"Oh, what I did tonight?" She asked while crawling over his body. It was a small bed, she had no choice. She settled herself on top of his torso, gazing down at him. "Because you had no part in it?" She asked sarcastically.

"None what so ever!" He joked, running his finger tips down her bare thighs again. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off her today. "I was just an innocent bystander."

"It takes two to tango sweetheart," she replied with a cute smirk that she barely managed to pull off. He could tell that she would rather smile, but she'd play this part, just to tempt him. He had taught her well.

"Wanna test out that theory?" He responded, possibly a little too quickly.

"Der-ek!" She yelled getting off of him. She settled herself onto the small empty part of her bed, laying her head on his chest.

She laughed sending vibrations through his body.

"What?" He asked tilting his head a bit.

"You seem to have liked it," she winked as she looked up at him.

"Don't flatter yourself Princess. I would have loved it if any girl danced on me like that. It's a biological reaction," he defended his nature as he tried to keep his hands off her. It wasn't easy; she was laying on top of him after all. Where was the appropriate place to keep his hands? He thought.

"Yeah? Hm, well besides your erm...body," she blushed, glad that it was too dark for him to notice. "You seemed to enjoy touching me as well Venturi." She playfully argued back.

"You looked hot, can you blame me?" He asked, running a hand through his hair like he usual did when he's caught in something.

"I thought I looked 'alright'." She rolled her eyes, remembering the moment in the car earlier.

"You think I'm going to tell you what I really think?" He asked. Since when did he do that? They hadn't changed that much after all. Get your head out of the clouds Casey!

"I forgot you're a guy, that's like a sin." She said sarcastically. Why though? Why was it so hard to just tell her what was on his mind? It would make things so much easier. Mixed signals were way too hard to decode. They were already in a weird situation as it was; they didn't need excess troubles.

He ignored her completely as silence overtook them for a few minutes. "Do you ever think about how we would be if we ever meet before the wedding?" He asked softly, running his fingers through her hair. Yes, he was back to touching her.

"Exactly the same" she muttered, her voice velvety smooth.

He laughed a little and but he thought about it first. "Why?" He simply asked.

"Because," she said looking up at him. "You'd still be the bad boy. I'd still be a klutz and a grade grubber. You probably would still call me Princess. You'd still find me attractive-"

"Woah woah woah." He interrupted her, holding his hand up in a defensive manner. "Still find you attractive? I don't find you attractive now Spacey." He teased.

She rolled her eyes and ignored his comment as she went on. "We so would have dated," she admitted. "I'd be the one girl you could never get, which would just make you want me so much more. Eventually I'd give in, just to shut you up. I'd promise you 'one date'." She smiled just thinking about it. That's exactly how it would have been...

"Yup. Then it would turn into many more. Soon you would have been that annoying girl who changes her relationship status every five minutes, every time we'd fight." He added onto the story they seemed to be building.

"Nuh uh Venturi. If you're with me, you're with me. No in-betweens. If I wanted to break up a million times and get back together, I wouldn't have said yes in the first place." She stated a bit too honestly. She didn't think he would notice, but he did. The way she talked about it...man it sounded like it was real. But the thought of breaking up with him a million times stung her a bit. She wouldn't want to go through that pain. Heart break was bad enough on a normal basis, but when the guy's your step brother...well that just makes things ten times worse. Imagine what Christmas's back home would be like?

"Yeah but just because you change your relationship status doesn't mean we've broken up!" He defended quickly, as if he were in that argument right now. "It just means 'Casey's bitching about something I did and wants to piss me off by making it public'." He added.

"Not true!" She argued, slightly yelling into his ear. He would have flinched but he was already expecting it. Typical Princess.

"Very true," he deadpanned.

This time she was the one to go silent. "Do you think we would have lasted, D?" She whispered. She asked but she was afraid of the answer. What if he said no?

"Yeah..." he started, causing her heart to race and she hoped that he couldn't feel it, or much less hear it, cause she sure could. "I mean we would have had a big argument after graduation, knowing you." He laughed just thinking about it. Why was it so easy for him to picture their relationship play by play? It was almost scary actually. He could picture their heated fights ending with them kissing. He could picture her defying his PDA rule over and over again, but he wouldn't mind it. He could picture kicking Truman's ass for ever hurting his Princess. He could picture a lot of things. Things that maybe should be kept secret were pushed back into his mind.

"Me? Why me?" She questioned, though nothing was ever easy with Casey.

"Cause you'd pull the whole 'I think we should break up' speech." He mimicked her high pitched voice. "I'll say okay, just to piss you off, because when your mind's made up, even I can't change it. So you'd spend the summer hating me more then usual. Then when we get to school, you'll miss me and want to get back together. So you'll set me up with one of your friends as a test. I'll go out with her to annoy you and we'll fight and get back together. You're so predictable McDonald." He shrugged.

She looked up at him and burst into a fit of laughter, with tears and all. She just couldn't stop laughing.

"What?" He asked her since he didn't find the topic that funny. But maybe she was laughing at the idea of the two of them, which wasn't a good sign.

"We know us so well," she finally told him, after the laughter had stopped.

"Yeah, who else knows us like we do? But now that I'm thinking about it...I don't think I would want to date you, if we weren't related through marriage." He smirked, knowing it would wind her up. But that gave him more thrills to do it.

"Why not?" She asked with a slight hurtful tone. It wasn't exactly the kind of reaction he wanted from her. He just wanted to piss her off, not hurt her.

"Because there are perks to living with your girlfriend." He winked, making sure she knew he meant no harm.

"Der-ek!" Mission accomplished. But what was with her and the yelling? He questioned himself. It was late, so where was all this energy coming from? Maybe Derek just gave her an energy boost or something.

"That would have been another fight," he realized, bringing his fingertips back to her soft locks.

"What?" She asked, yawning. It was late after all yet she didn't want to sleep. She wanted to keep talking to Derek about the things that could've been. She wasn't use to Derek being so open and willing to share his feelings- or well the closest thing he had to feelings.

"Sex." He said simply. Oh yes. That three letter word would have started a few arguments with them indeed. It may have ended a few arguments as well.

"Of course. 'Cause that's all you need." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. He needed sex, didn't he? Well, Casey wasn't up for that just yet. So yeah, that would have definitely been a touchy subject if they dated. She wouldn't expect Derek to wait forever; he was probably use to an easy access to sex. But then again, she wasn't going to go ahead and change her morals because Derek Venturi wanted some. Plus, she wasn't one to please him.

"Yup. Make me a sandwich and sleep with me. That's what girlfriends are for. But if she can't make a good sandwich she'll never be my girlfriend."

"Oh? But I thought I was your 'girlfriend'" She smiled.

"Yeah, and you know how to make a slamming sandwich!" He defended.

She pulled the blankets over them and relished in its warmth as they started dozing off. "We would have worked." She admitted before she was too far gone in her slumber.

"Would have?" He asked, catching her words carefully. So they wouldn't now?

"Well, we can't...can we?" She asked him as she pulled him closer.

"I don't see why not. Isn't that kind of what we're doing now?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Words were suddenly becoming too hard to pronounce. She shrugged.

"Well... after your grand finale, what's gonna happen?" He asked.

She sighed, realizing she had no choice but to answer. "I guess we go our separate ways? Pretend we never had sex on the dance floor?" They laughed. "Go back to avoiding each other...?"

"I guess..." He said before finishing his statement. "But that wouldn't work." He continued.

"And why is that?"

"Because my hockey buddies think you're hot. And after tonight I'm sure the campus is buzzing about you, Pledge. I'll end up kicking somebody's ass."

"Jealous much, Der?" She smiled into his chest.

"Look who's talking! You're about to cut Christina's head off every time she touched me." He returned the smile.

"I guess we're both a bit jealous?"

"I have a reason to be. Your mine, damn it!" He gave into his emotions for a minute.

"Well Venturi, if you're going around claiming property, then I could do the same!" She raised her voice, her head popping up as she stared down into his eyes with fire.

"How much of it is real Case?" He asked, staring back at her, but the topic wasn't the same anymore. It wasn't about claiming each other. It was about telling each other what they wanted.

"I don't know..." Why did he have to ask her such hard questions? What if she knew that most of it was real, how was she actually supposed to tell him that? You just can't tell Derek, the guy you've hated for years, that you're actually falling for that little bit of charm that every girl in the universe falls for. You just can't. It can't be done. So she ignored his question.

"You know, I'm starting to think that were not acting anymore." He said, brushing the hair out of her face.

"Since when are you the reasonable one?" She said, leaning down towards his lips.

"Since you're the vengeful rebel good girl gone bad." He said, closing the gap between them. Was the kissing going to become a normal thing between them now?

"You like it though." She bit her lip a little. She looked amazing and if she kept this up, he was going to have to flip them over and do a lot more then just kissing.

"No comment." He responded, stuffing his head into her pillow, away from her eyes- her lips. He couldn't stare at her; he had to keep his hands to himself too.

"Ah hah! See!" She smiled victorious as he proved her right. Of course she was right, but he liked everything about her. Back in high school and now this, of course Casey didn't notice but maybe she just never let herself believe that something was there. Defense tactic? Who knows?

He shook his head realizing that they were getting nowhere with this conversation. To think he was about to ask her that night. "Go to sleep Princess." He suggested, by placing a kiss on her forehead. It was 4am after all.

"Well look who's enjoying his walk of shame." Jason laughed as he caught up with Derek in the parking lot in front of Casey's dorm.

"Trust me, there's no shame here." He smirked in triumph as he entered the Prince with a visible pep in his step. Now I wonder why that could be?

Once Derek was gone, Casey grabbed her phone, looking for that number. It was only to be called if there was an emergency. Actually, it was mostly just to know when the Devil was calling, so Casey could ignore it. Whatever the reason was now, Casey was calling that number.

"What Pledge?" The Queen yelled, clearly annoyed. I guess that hang over wasn't helping her normal moody self. Casey mused to herself.

Casey ignored the aggressive tone and spoke words she usually was on the receiving end of. "We need to talk." She spoke clearly with determination into the phone.

AN: Shorter chapter but I wanted Dasey to discuss...well Dasey =) I noticed the review fell, but I hope you guys are still with me!