A/N: First of all, thanks for all of those that have reviewed, added this story to their alert lists, and stopped by to read it. Appreciate the support.

Hope you guys and girls enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own LWD or any of the characters (well, expect one that I made up for this chapter)

Derek had remained in the bathroom for what seemed like an eternity to him. No movement, no plots of mischief, just him staring into the bathroom mirror trying to figure what is going on in his head.

'I can't take much more of this! I need to get all of this out of my head before it drives me to the loony bin!'

RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!! The sound of the bell for lunch snapped Derek out of his thoughts and back to reality.

'Great! Maybe some lunch will help me start feeling better!' Grabbing a couple of paper towels to dry his face off with, he quickly regained his composure and headed out of the bathroom.

"Yo, D-man!" a voice yelled as Derek exited the bathroom. He quickly turned to see Sam and Ralph coming down the hallway. In Ralph's hand was Derek's bookbag.

"Thanks." Derek muttered as he grabbed his books from Ralph.

"Hey man, you okay?" Sam asked.

"Why?"

"Well, you didn't look so good when you left the class."

"That. Wasn't feeling too great, but I'm better now. C'mon, let's get to the cafeteria before all the good food gets eaten." In a flash, Derek took off down the hallway, with Sam and Ralph on his heels.

After getting their trays and finding their usual seats in the cafeteria, Derek, Sam, and Ralph fell into the normal lunchtime routine of girls, hockey, and music. On this day in particular, the conversations were welcome to Derek. At least for a little while, they kept the thoughts in his head at bay.

"So, you guys up for a jam session tomorrow at my place?" Sam asked.

"You better believe it. We could use it, especially since we lost to Schlepper at the Battle of the Bands." Ralph chimed in.

"Sure." Was all Derek said. Mentally, he wanted to kick Ralph in the face for bringing that up because: 1) it reminded him of the embarrassment, and 2) it reminded him of when he asked Casey to be D-Rock's singer for that event. Derek decided to quickly change the subject before the 'evil' thoughts returned. "So, what's on for tonight?"

"Nothing for me, Derek. Practice has been killing me this week, so I'm taking tonight off." Sam said.

"Aw, c'mon! Dude, you're turning into a bitch!" Derek snapped at him. "What about you, Ralphie."

"Sorry man. I'm hanging out with Amanda tonight."

"Dude, I thought you two were just friends."

"We are, but she really insisted on us watching a movie together."

Derek let out a sigh. "You two are so lame. Guess I've got to find a back-up plan." Derek quickly scans the cafeteria.

'Let's see. Goth – no thanks. Cindy – 5 times already. Redhead with freaky hairdo – hell no. Wait, wait, wait. Blond, cute face, and looks like a C cup dead ahead Captain!' Derek quickly hops up and heads over to another table.

"Well, well, well. Hello, Derek." the blond girl at the table says as Derek takes a seat across from her.

"Hello, Tanya." He smirks. "So, I was…"

"You really expect me to fall for your charms. I've heard plenty about you." Tanya says, cutting him off.

"Well, we've got a problem. I've heard plenty about you two." Derek replies back in a calm manner.

"Oh really?" Tanya says, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Look Tanya, I'm sure there's been a lot of misinformation about you and me floating around out there. I'm sure if we could have a quiet dinner and a movie together, we could really get all the facts straight."

"Hmmmm…" Tanya thought it over while Derek gave her his patented smirk. After a moment, she replied. "Okay, Venturi. I don't know what you're up to, but I'll go along with it." She said.

"So, I'll pick you up at 7?"

"It's a date." She said with a smile as she grabbed her tray and walked off.

'Sweet. Good thing what I've heard about her is true. Looks like I'll be getting some stress relief tonight' Derek thought to himself with a grin.

"Oh my God! You are such a scumbag!" Derek rolled his eyes at Casey's comment and looked over a couple of seats down to where Casey and Emily were sitting.

"Butt out, Princess." Derek replied as calmly as possible.

"She's got a point. I mean, Tanya's the biggest sl…" Emily starts, but is cut off by Derek.

"Heard your points of view. Don't really care. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll be leaving."

"Gross." Casey said, sliding the keys to the Prince to Derek. "I think I'll take the bus home after school."

"Fine by me." Derek said as he grabbed the keys and left to go back to his friends.

(later that afternoon)

"Thank goodness for Fridays and short practices" Derek mutters to himself as he walks through the front door. He had a couple of hours before his date with Tanya and, judging from the looks of the house, nobody else was home. 'At least I'll have some time to myself before the date' he thought as he walked up the steps. As he walks through the hall, he heard a muffled sound in Casey's room. 'Casey's home?! I thought she would be at Emily's or something. Hmmmm…' A sly grin spread across his face as he quietly set his bookbag and hockey bag down by his bedroom door. Grabbing a bottle of water from his bag, he took the cap off and went over to Casey's door. Ever so slowly, he turned the handle and cracked the door open, making no noises in the process (he had sneaking around in this house down to an art form). He leaned his head into the room, expecting Casey to be sitting at her desk and reading a book, unaware of the impending prank. Instead, what he found left him staring wide eyed and in disbelief.

There was Casey, on her bed, lying on her back. Her left hand was slid underneath her shirt, causing it to raise up enough to expose her toned stomach. Derek could see her hand moving around underneath the shirt, rubbing over one breast and then to the next. But what really got his attention was the sight of her blue jeans and panties slid down to her knees. Her right hand, meanwhile, was positioned between her legs.

'HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!' was all that Derek could think as he watched the fingers from her hand slide in and out. He just stood there, lost in the sight of what was taking place. This was Casey! Casey, of all people! She was a keener, a goody-good! He never would have thought in a million years that she would do such a thing!

"Mmmmmm…." Casey let out before biting down on her lip again. She began to quicken the pace at which her hand was moving. Derek stared in awe as more moan escaped her lips and her hips started to rock with her hand movements.

'Damn, this is so sexy. GAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! WHAT AM I DOING?! THIS IS SO WRONG! I MEAN, IT'S CASEY, FOR GOD'S SAKE!' With every last ounce of will power he had, he managed to tear his eyes away from Casey and quietly close her door. He immediately looked down at the bulge that formed in his pants. 'Okay. Nothing a cold shower couldn't fix.'

'Boy, was I wrong.' Derek thought as he stood in the shower. Despite the cold water that was hitting his body, it did nothing to fix his current state. The sight of Casey masturbating was burned into his brain and his hard on wasn't going anywhere. He let out a loud sigh and switched the water over to hot. 'No sense in fighting a losing battle.'

He hated having to resort to this – especially since he was supposed to fix this problem later on his date with Tanya. Resigning himself to his fate, he began to stroke the length of his shaft with his hand. As he did so, his eyes closed and another fantasy clouded his mind.

"Der-ek! I saw you spying on me, you asshole!" Casey's voice sounded as she entered the bathroom.

"You can't prove it" Derek said on the other side of the shower curtain.

"Oh, yes I can." She said, snatching the shower curtain open. Derek noticed she was clad in only a towel. She then instinctively lowered her eyes down his body. "Oh, is that for little ol' me?" she asked in a seductive tone.

Before Derek could reply, Casey dropped the towel to the floor and climbed into the shower with him.

"Case, I…" Derek started before being cut off by Casey pressing a finger to his lips.

"Shhhhh. Just let me take care of everything." She said before kissing his passionately. Breaking the kiss, she then knelt now in front of Derek.

"Casey…" he moaned as he felt Casey's mouth wrap around him.

Derek's fantasy on fueled the speed that his hand moved along his shaft. All he could envision was Casey and being lost in the grips of passion with her. After a couple of minutes, he could feel the tension reaching its point.

"God, Casey." He moaned. Then, with a loud moan, he came, bracing himself against the shower wall with his other hand so he wouldn't lose balance. After he finished, he just stood there, letting the water from the shower run over him.

'It's official – I'm beyond fucked. I'm walking a yellow brick road straight to hell's gates.' He thought as he finished his shower and dried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he exited the bathroom.

"Put some clothes on!" he heard as he entered the hall.

"You know, you don't have to stare if it disgusts you that bad." He shot back at Casey, who was standing outside her bedroom. He saw Casey face-fault for a brief second, then watched as she crossed her arms, pressed her lips together, and glared at him.

"You're right about one thing, Derek."

"What?"

"I do find you disgusting." She said as she pushed past Derek and heads downstairs.

"Well, just as long as you find me, my dear stepsister." He replied with a smug smile before heading into his room to finish preparing for his date.

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