A/N: Another chapter: wooo-hooo! Would've had it up earlier in the week, but I had to babysit my wife's little brother while their dad was at work for a couple of days. Hope you enjoy. Before I move on, I must say I am surprised at how the story has done so far in terms of hits, reviews, favorites, and story alerts (some of which are far above and beyond what 'Whose Line Is It Anyway: Life With Derek Edition' did). Thanks for the support.
Disclaimer: Don't own LWD.
Now, on with the show!
Knock-knock-knock.
"Uuuugh…what the hell? It's 2:30 in the morning" Derek muttered to himself as he sat up out of the bed and went to open his door. 'Probably just Marti having a nightmare or something' he thinks as he opens the door. Looking down, expecting to see Marti, he is instead greeted by the sight of bunny slippers. Immediately jerking his head up, he is now looking Casey dead in the eyes. "Case…" was all he got out before her lips crashed into his. Suddenly snapped out of the last remnants of sleep, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his room, pushing the door shut with his foot.
Derek backed away from the door, pulling Casey along with her. When his legs reached the side of the bed, he ended up falling backwards, with Casey landing on top of him. After several seconds, his hands slide up from her hips and underneath her pajama top.
Casey breaks out into giggles as his fingers slide over a sensitive spot. "That tickles."
"Keep it down before you wake up one of the others" Derek whispers.
"They'll just have to get over it then. The only thing that matters right now is being in here with the man I love" she whispered back before they resumed kissing each other.
As they kissed, Derek began to undo the buttons of her top, granting him access to her breasts. Trailing kisses down her cheek and neck, he eventually made his way to his destination. Casey let out soft moans as he alternated from one breast to the other, kissing and sucking on her nipples. As he continued, Casey grabbed the waistbands of her pajama bottom and panties, sliding them down to her ankles. Derek grabbed her around the waist again, this time to lay her down on the bed. Sliding his pajama pants and boxers down, he leaned back in to Casey, kissing her again as he positioned himself.
Everything started out slow at first so that they could keep the noises down as much as possible. After several minutes, the intensity and passion between the two grew.
'Oh, yes Derek, that's it' Casey moaned in pleasure as Derek continued to thrust in and out of her.
"God, you feel so wonderful Casey" Derek let out.
"So do you baby. I love you so much" she manages to let out, despite biting down on her lip to muffle the sound.
"I love you too" he says before capturing her lips with his, swallowing another loud moan.
It was at that point the alarm clock decided to go off.
Derek shot up out of the bed, sweat pouring down his face. "Get out of my head" he tells himself, punching himself upside the head, before throwing the covers off. He hated Mondays with a passion already. Today was just going to be absolute hell – he was sure of it.
Casey and Emily sat as their usual perch on the bottom of the stairwell, staring at Derek, Sam, and Ralph as the gather around Derek's locker talking.
"I still can't believe Derek did all that for you. I guess that really was sweet of him" Emily says with a grin.
"Something's wrong with him" Casey says in an uneasy tone as she watches the conversation from afar.
"What are you talking about? He's probably just boasting about his date with Tanya" her best friend says, trying to reason with her.
"Em, you've known him longer than I have. Just look at the way he's acting – he's not bragging."
"So?"
"So? First, he actually placed a blanket over me Friday night when I fell asleep on the couch, when he would usually take the opportunity to draw on me with a marker. Then, he sticks up for me at that stupid party. Then, he actually tried to comfort me – I mean he dealt with the tears and the hugging. You know Derek doesn't do that stuff."
Emily thought for a moment. "Maybe he's actually trying to be nice to you" she said before bringing her water bottle to her lips.
"Doubt it. Although, it was nice that he loaned me his jacket to sleep in…" Casey's sentence was cut off by the sound of Emily splitting her water out.
"What?! He's never let anyone else wear his jacket…ever!" Emily gasped.
"Then, now would probably be a bad time to mention that he didn't fight me off when I gave him another hug the next morning" Casey said with an uneasy look on her face. As she remembered the incident, she involuntarily clutched at her stomach.
Emily looked down the hall back at Derek and his friends. "Breaking his no-hug policy twice in a row? I think you're right. Something must be seriously wrong with him."
Both teens watched as the conversation was cut short by a man walking toward Derek's locker.
(The same conversation that Casey and Emily had been watching)
"God, I hate my life" Derek said as he switched out books at his locker. All morning long, people had been bugging him about either his date with Tanya on Friday or about defending Casey at the party on Saturday. 'Seriously, don't these people have a life?'
"Dude, you are losing it" Sam said.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious" Derek snapped.
"I still don't get why you are hung up on Casey. I mean, there are plenty of other girls in this school to go after" Ralph added.
"I think this might have something to do with this" Derek said as he pulled out a couple sheets of paper and handed them to Sam. Sam scanned the paper over, eyes widening at a highlighted section.
"Where did you find this?" he asked.
"I looked it up on a psychology website. Ed recommended it to see if it would give me any answers regarding my situation" Derek replied.
"Whoa" was all Sam could come up with.
"Let me see that" Ralph said as he glanced over the same paper. "I don't get."
"Just give it a moment" Derek said, grabbing the papers and stuffing them back into his bookbag. "It will come to you."
After a moment, Ralph's eyes widen. "Whoa."
"There you go."
"So wait, are you saying…" Sam started before being interrupted by Derek.
"Most young men will find and fall for a woman kinda like the one that married dear old dad, but in my case…I doing the same fucking thing man" Derek let out before running his hands through his hair. "Oh God."
"Basically you're saying that you want to be with Casey because she's like your mom" Sam said.
"Don't forget about Nora" Derek chimed in.
"Okay, I'm confused" Ralph said.
"Think back to before my dad got divorced. Who was the one person who always stood up to me and rode my ass about ever single little thing?"
"Uh, your mom?" Sam replied.
"Exactly. Now, who is the only girl in all of Canada that stands up to me?"
"Oh!" Ralph lets out.
"Now, who were the women who stood up to the masculine doctrine that ruled our house after my mom left?"
"I see where you're going with this" Sam said.
"Every girl I have dated, no matter how beautiful or smart they are, usually caves in to my masculine desires. Casey is the only girl who will stand up to me and all my bullshit, no matter how hard I try to break her down."
"Don't forget that she is good looking" Ralph said.
"I know. I mean, she's perfect. Man, karma really is a bitch – making the perfect woman my stepsister."
"Mr. Venturi!" a voice boomed down the hallway. Derek, Sam, and Ralph all popped their heads up to see the hockey coach making his way to them.
"Shit. Later, D-man" Sam blurted out before grabbing Ralph. Both of them ran down the hallway toward the stairs and rounded the corner. Derek knew that they were just hiding, waiting for his coach to leave.
"Hey Coach, what's up?" Derek asked, gathering his composure and giving his patented smirk.
"I can tell you one thing that's not – your grades" Derek's coach replied. "We talked about this already, Venturi. You're suspended until you get your grades up."
"Coach Watson, wait, you can't be serious! I mean, we're playing Michael Power/St. Joseph's in less than two weeks! I mean, there are going to be so many scouts at that game!"
"Well, you should have thought about that before earning an 'F' in English" Coach Watson said coolly.
"Wait, wait, wait. There's got to be something we avoid this terrible tragedy from occurring."
"There's only one thing you can do. I talked to your English teacher, and see told me that you have a paper due the week of the game. If you get your grade up to passing by that Thursday before the game, you can play."
"But the final draft is due on game day?"
"Well, guess you better get a head start?" Coach Watson said before turning around and walking away.
As soon as the coach was down the hall, Derek turned around and started headbutting his locker. Sam and Ralph cautiously looked out from around the corner, while Casey and Emily watched these events from the stairwell.
"Yeah, it's official. Derek Venturi is losing it" Emily says to her best friend.
(3:15 P.M.)
Derek waited in the auditorium for Sam and Ralph to meet up with him. During 7th period, Ralph told him that they had a very serious issue that needed to be discussed. He didn't know what it was about, but Ralph actually sounded serious about this. 'I mean, if it's something that actually makes Ralph take something seriously, it must be bad.' Breaking himself from his train of thought, he looked up to see Sam, Ralph, and … Emily walking into the auditorium? And it looked like Sam was holding Emily by the back of her shirt.
"Okay, what's going on?" Derek asked. Before Sam or Ralph could say anything, Emily let out a yell.
"You're in love with Casey?! Oh my God!"
Derek could feel the blood drain from his face. This had to be one of the worst things to happen regarding his situation. Casey's best friend finding out about his secret had to be the closest thing to a death sentence. "Sam, Ralph, how could you?!" he shouted as he started toward them. Emily ducked out of the way to avoid him as he grabbed his best friends by their shirt collars and pushed them into the nearest wall. "I'm going to kill you two for telling her this!"
"Derek, please don't get mad at them! They didn't mean for me to find out! I was eavesdropping on them during a conversation!" Emily screamed, trying to calm him down.
He immediately let go of Sam and Ralph and looked at her. "You were eavesdropping? Why?" he asked. He was still sheathing, but figured yelling at Emily would probably be a very bad thing to do right now.
Emily let out a deep breath before she continued. "Casey and I were talking earlier. She mentioned that something seemed wrong with you, so I spied on Sam and Ralph to see if they knew anything."
Derek let out a laugh before taking a seat. "Ain't that just freaking beautiful? First, I fall for my stepsister, coach suspends me for my grades, and now everyone is finding out about my secret. Dad, Nora, and Casey have to be the only ones that don't know about all of this – yet."
"Derek…" Emily started.
"Look Emily, I know you can't keep a secret about anything, especially from Space Case. I might as well find a gun and shoot myself."
"Derek, I'm not going to tell Casey" she declared.
"How do I know that?" he asked incredulously.
"Look, this is clearly something you don't want people interfering in. I'm going to respect that for as long as possible, but if I see that there is a way to help you and Casey out, I will get involved."
"What do you mean, if there is a way to help me and Casey out?"
"Look, I know both of you pretty well. Even though you're at each other's throats most of the time, you both care for each other a good bit. And besides, you're complete opposites."
"And?"
"My God, don't you watch chick flicks. It's like yin and yang – you're opposites, but you balance each other out. She tries to get you to think things through and stay out of trouble, and you try to get her to have fun and not be so uptight. You'd both protect and look out for each other. Face it, you're perfect for each other" let out with a smile.
Derek stared at the floor for a few seconds before he spoke again. "You really think that there is a shot in hell at me and Casey being together?" Emily nodded her head. Derek stood up. "Fine, but not a word to Casey unless I say otherwise."
"Or unless I notice an opportunity?"
Derek let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine" he said, extending his hand. She responded, shaking his hand in return. "Well, as fun as this was, I need to get going before I'm late for practice. I don't need Coach any further up my ass than he already is." he said before grabbing his bookbag and exiting the auditorium.
(7:03 P.M.)
Derek walked in through the front door, tossing his books and hockey gear down and throwing his jacket on the coat rack. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he was face to face with his dad.
"Derek" George said. Derek didn't like the tone in his dad's voice.
"Dad."
"Your hockey coach and your English teacher called me today about your current situation."
Derek let out an exasperated sigh. "Dad…"
"You can't expect to keep trying to charm and coast your way to through life. You need to focus on your schoolwork and I support your coach's decision."
"But Dad…"
"Don't 'but dad' me, Derek. I've already called your boss at Smelly Nelly's to let them know you will not be working on school nights for the next two weeks so that you can get that paper done on time" George said. "Now, go and get washed up for dinner."
Derek turned around and ran right up the stairs to the bathroom. As he washed his hands in the bathroom, he could hear Nora calling everyone to come to dinner. Finishing up, he made his way to the dining room. Dinner ended up being a quite affair – for Derek, not for everyone else. The rest of the children had something to talk about or brag about. Derek, on the other hand, just shoveled food into his mouth, ignoring everything else that was going on around him. As soon as he finished his last morsel of food, he got up to take his dishes into the kitchen. After dropping them off in the sink, he walked back through the dining room and, grabbing his bookbag, headed up the stairs. As he did so, he could hear the conversation unfolding behind him. Truthfully, he really didn't care how much they talked about him. Only one area of concern crossed his mind…
"Lord, please don't let Edwin, Lizzie, or Marti let anything slip. I don't think I can handle any more bad shit happening today' Derek said under his breath as he made his way into his room.
(8:30 P.M.)
Derek sat, looking through various websites, trying to figure out some good topics for his English papers. He was wearing his headphones, with "Given Up" by Linkin Park playing at a soothing one million decibels. The topic for his paper had to focus on a type of human characteristic or emotion. It had to be at least two pages and had to involve a lot of boring stuff: its cause, how it affected people, and examples of the characteristic/emotion. As he searched through website after website, he let out a groan. His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar presence – Casey. He hated the fact he could sense when she entered the room without having to look up.
Derek looked up to see her saying something that he was never going to hear with those headphones on.
"What?" he said, lifting off one side of the headphones.
"God, how are you not deaf yet?!" Casey exclaimed.
Derek switched off the music and took the headphones off completely. "What do you want, Princess?"
"Don't call me that. Anyway, I was just checking up on you."
"Why? Didn't Emily get enough info for you?"
Casey suddenly developed the deer in the headlights look. "W-w-what are you talking about?"
"Yeah, my boys caught her trying to spy on them and she told them everything."
"But…"
"Perhaps you've forgotten about the prime directive of the Venturi – McDonald Treaty Agreement, which is, and I quote, 'Stay out of my private life'!"
"Der-ek!" Casey whined.
'God, I hate the way she says my name like that. It sounds – hooooot!' Derek though. "I don't need your help. I got along fine before you came."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Before you came, I was one of those who noticed when the shit was about to hit the fan, and would step to the side so all the other normal little people would get sprayed. Ever since you came along, I've been finding myself getting caught behind the fan more often." Derek said, giving a smug grin.
"Leave it to you to blame me for your stupid problems! Why are you such a jerk?!"
Derek shrugged his shoulders. "Check back in a week. Mr. Nice Guy might be back by then."
"Asshole!" Casey let out before stomping out of his room and back to hers. A couple of seconds later, she stuck her head back in through the door. "And for the record, you getting suspended for a hockey game is not part of your private life! Keep that in mind when you come begging to me for help!" she added before leaving again.
'Was she always that cute when she's mad?' Derek thought to himself. 'Aaaaah! Get a hold of yourself! Being in love with her is one thing, but obsessing about her is starting to get a little…' His thoughts were interrupted by the light bulb going off in his head. Grabbing a notebook, he immediately jotted down one word: Obsession. 'Well, at least I've got my topic.'
A/N: Another person bites the dust to Derek's secret. A lot of you are probably wondering how long I'm going to drag out Derek concealing this secret from Casey and/or the parents. It's coming, I promise you.
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