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Because They Said So - Chapter 9
"Derek, you are the biggest nerd, possibly, ever!"
He looked up from his computer to see Casey standing in his doorway, hands on her hips, holding back laughter.
"What?"
"'No-good-quarter-back-girlfriend-stealers?'" She giggled.
His eyes widened a minute, before quickly narrowing.
"Who told you that?"
The look in her eyes stated, clearly, who the tattler was.
"Edwin." He hissed.
He quickly stood up, marching to his door. Before he could pummel Edwin to a pulp, Casey firmly rested her hands on his chest.
"Derek, don't," she chuckled.
He looked down at her, confusion flashing across his face. "What?"
She softly pushed him back, so that they were a good 1-foot away.
"That must be the most nicest... and cheesiest, thing you've ever said."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Who are you, and what've you done with my super-keener of a sister?"
She feigned hurt.
"Sheesh, Derek, way to ruin a feel good family moment."
She giggled slightly, and turned on her heel, making her way back to her room.
"MacDonald, don't think you're getting any more compliments from me!" He called.
Casey rolled her eyes at his choice of words.
"I don't plan on it, Venturi."
000
"What're you doing?"
Derek glanced up from his TV as Casey sat on the armrest of his recliner.
"Dancing," he muttered sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes.
"Get off," he groaned, nudging her.
"No way!" She clutched his arm, and sat firmly in her place.
He pushed her a little harder, but she kept her grip on his arm, causing her to fall back.
"Der-ek!"
She gulped suddenly, noticing where the actions had caused her to fall.
"Um..."
She was laying horizontally across his lap, his hands on the small of her back, the other rested across her waist. Her hand was still clinging to his arm, the other clutching the collar of his shirt. She could still see the faded, black ring around his right eye.
"Geez, Case, I know I'm irresistable, but don't you think this is a bit too... sudden?"
She scowled, shifting so she was on the opposite armrest. He chuckled, flipping the channel.
"You're such a jerk, Derek."
"That's my name, don't wear it out."
"Ugh, you're despicable."
She got up and made her way to kitchen, using the back of her hand to swat him across the head.
"Brat," he muttered.
"Freak." She shot back over her shoulder.
She entered the kitchen, and noticed Nora sitting at the island, skimming a People Magazine.
"Hey, mom."
"Casey."
Casey stood across from Nora, and peered down at the magazine.
"Lindsay Lohan's back in rehab?"
"Mhm."
The next few moments were dead silent. A few minutes later, Lizzie emereged, not looking up from the book clutched in her hand.
"Hey, Case, how's that bet going--oh."
Caseys and Lizzies eyes grew wide. Nora turned to face her eldest daughter, and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, Casey, how is that bet going?" The corner of their mother's mouth quirked into a smirk.
Derek's smirk.
"Mom..."
"I think I'll just go... read... upstairs," Lizzie dashed in a quick exit.
"How long have you known...?"
"Casey," Nora sighed, clasping her hands on the table. "You should know that the 'my friend' thing never works with parents. Do you think we were born yesterday?"
Casey looked down.
"No, I guess not."
"So how've you and Derek been doing, then?"
"Not too good," she mumbled.
"Hmf. Not too hard to believe."
"So I've heard."
"I hope you're not planning on quitting..."
Casey jerked her head up.
"You're actually suggesting I go on with this?"
Her mother shrugged.
"Well, I know pretty darn well you two don't have a hundred and fifty dollars. And I, personally, am not going to be there to lend you money if you lose."
Casey smiled.
"I didn't expect you to."
000
"Nora knows?"
Casey nodded, as the two proceeded to walk down the hall.
"What'd she say?"
"She didn't say she wasn't okay with it."
Derek heaved a sigh of relief.
"Samily alert."
Casey quickly took Dereks hand in her own.
"Morning," they chirped in unison.
Emilys eyes darted, momentarily, to their clasped hands.
"Hey," Sam nodded, his gaze wandering to their hands, as well.
"So..." Derek interjected. "Lunch, then?"
They nodded, and all four walked side by side to the cafeteria, earning a few wolf whistles here and there.
"Um..." Emily scratched her head as they reached an empty table. "Can I talk to you, for a minute, Sam?"
He nodded.
"We'll be right back."
Casey and Derek watched as they scurried off.
"About us?"
"Definitely."
Derek scoffed.
"What?" Casey sent him a confused look.
"Hand."
She looked down and noticed their fingers were still entwined.
"Oh," she quickly pulled away.
Derek watched as Emily and Sam whispered in a corner. Emily threw her hands up and Sam shrugged.
"God, I never knew I could hate Emily so much." Casey snarled.
"Yeah," he answered simply, not redirecting his gaze.
"And I'm sorry, but I'm not too hot with Sam either."
"Uh huh."
Sam nodded silently and he and Emily walked slowly back to the table.
"They are just two diabolical, rascaly, sneaky..."
"Uh, Case..."
They were getting closer, and Caseys insults kept getting louder.
"... wily, atrocious..."
"Casey!"
Before she could send him a confused look, she was interrupted with his lips crashing against hers.
Sorry it's so short. My dad's making me get off, since my laptop broke, I have to use the house computer. Anywho, I hope you liked.
Feedback, please?? I'll write more later if I could just get some good feedback. Thanksalot!