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Because They Said So - Chapter 11
"... it's unacceptable Nora!"
Derek and Casey were perched at the top of the stairs.
"George, be reasonable..."
"I do not believe I'm eavesdropping," Casey groaned, venom dripping from each emphasized word.
"Oh, Casey," Derek tsked. "You and your virgin ears..."
Casey quirked an eyebrow.
"My 'virgin ears'?"
"Sh!"
"... it's incest, Nora... and I know incest!"
Casey and Derek rolled their eyes as he rambled on about 'The Incest Laws and Taking Action' for the umpteenth time. And for some reason, Casey could feel her mom rolling her eyes at the exact same moment, far away as they were.
"We're not even related," Derek sighed.
"We're not even dating," she corrected.
She caught him stiffen for a moment, out of the corner of her eye, but the action went as quickly as it came.
"Right," he mumbled.
Deciding not to give it a second thought, Casey diverted her attention back to the conversation in the basement. They were speaking in low voices, barely audible, and she leaned in.
There was silence, before a shaky sigh and, "Alright."
There was a sound of shuffling footsteps; the two glanced at each other, before getting up and running to their rooms as quietly as possible.
"Derek, Casey?"
They peeked out of their doors and nodded, before walking downstairs, acting casual.
"What's up, Dad?" Derek said, cooly.
George let out a hesitant sigh.
"Nora and I have been talking..."
Casey raised her eyebrows, feigning innocence, "Oh?"
"Yes," he mumbled. "And, we decided, as wrong as this may seem..."
Derek, Casey and Nora sent him a look, as if to say 'go on'.
"... we decided to," he sighed. "Let you continue with this bet."
Casey looked over at Derek, who was grinning widely.
"Well," she said, a smirk slowly spreading across her face as well. "We thank you for your long, thought-out decision."
He nodded slightly, before dismissing the two, who couldn't run up the stairs fast enough.
000
"How much longer do we have to keep this up?"
Derek looked up from his magazine, to see a timid Casey standing in his doorway.
"You're the math wiz," he muttered, shifting his gaze back to the magazine. "Figure it out."
She snarled, stepping into his room.
"Well, let's see..."
She started to count silently, ticking off numbers on her fingers.
"We've got about... two weeks and three days more."
Derek feigned shock, widening his eyes and tipping his head from side to side.
"Ugh," she rolled her eyes. "You are so immature."
"Boy, if I had a dollar for every time I heard that..."
"Anyway," she cut off, wanting to avoid any upcoming arguments. "Do you believe George thinks we're going to grow on each other?"
He 'tshed', "Yeah, tell me about it."
She chuckled, "It's nearly..."
"...impossible..."
"...never in..."
"...a million years..."
She nodded slowly.
"I mean, it is impossible, right?" She blurted, before she could stop herself.
He sent her a questioning look, his eyebrow quirked.
"Yeah," he said rather slowly.
She nodded furiously, her cheeks turning pink.
What was she saying?!
Derek scrunched up his face in disgust.
"I don't know what's wrong with you," he snarked. "But I don't want to catch it. Skidaddle."
He waved his hand towards the door, and buried his nose back in his magazine.
She tried to sneer, but all that came was a frown, as she stepped outside his room.
He was right.
Something was wrong with her, and she really wanted to know what it was.
000
"Hey, Der."
Derek looked over his shoulder, to see a girl twirling her hair and biting her lip flirtatiously.
"Hey."
"So..." She said, giggling. "I just wanted to know..."
She paused, giving Derek the oppurtunity to look her over. He was pretty sure her name was Michaela. She was short, probably not much taller than Tori. She had short, brown hair, and freckles lined her nose and cheeks.
She was definitely Derek Venturi material.
"... and wanted to know if you wanted to come...?"
He hadn't realized she had continued her conversation, and looked back into her eyes.
"Huh?"
"Me and my friend, Jane...we were going out to the movies this weekend, and I was wondering if you wanted to..."
She stopped again, and giggled softly.
"Go with me?"
"Su--"
He stopped. Wait, what was he doing?
He was already going out with Casey...
Okay, that didn't sound right. I mean, they weren't really going out, Casey mentioned that herself the other night. One date wouldn't hurt, would it?
"Sure," he finished.
A huge grin spread across her face.
"Great," she squeeled, slipping a piece of paper into his hand. "Pick me up at nine?"
He nodded, and flashed her a smirk, and she sashayed away. He opened the note. It said Michaela's name on it, sure enough, at the top, her 'i' dotted with a small heart.
'Cute,' he thought.
Her number was drawn dreamily after, then her address.
Who could it hurt, right?
000
"Where're you going?"
Derek looked up to see Casey sitting on the couch, a book sitting in her lap.
"Out," he said simply. "With Sam and Ralph," he added quickly.
"Where?"
He slipped on his leather jacket, popping the collar.
"None of your business," he said shortly.
"God..." She sneered.
He slid his cellphone into his pocket, along with some cash.
"What time will you be home, at least?"
He rolled his eyes, and check his watch.
"Eleven," he said. "Twelve tops. Happy, mother?"
"Ugh," she rolled her eyes and went back to her book.
"Don't wait up," he said, grabbing his car keys and opening the front door.
"Trust me..."
The door closed, and Casey could hear him locking it, then getting into the car, starting it, and driving off.
Suddenly, she had the urge to get out of the house, as well. She checked the clock; 9:05. Way too early to sleep. Who could she call?
Max? No. She definitely wouldn't want another reinactment. And plus, she doubted he would see her after the last incident.
Noah? Hah!
Kendra? Okay, she did not just think that.
Finally, she grabbed the phone off the hook, and dialed.
"Hey, Em?" She spoke. "It's Casey. You wanna hang out? Cool, I've just been dying to see this new movie that came out..."
000
"...'We are here... and we are waiting'..."
The ending credits rolled, and everyone stood up. Derek slung his arm over Michaela as they exited the theatre, Jane and her date, Kane, following behind.
"That movie was incredible," Michaela commented.
"Incredible," Jane repeated, giggling.
"Sure," he replied, lazily. Actually, he thought 'Transformers' was rather boring. He'd seen better action movies. He rolled his eyes while Jane and Michaela swooned over how "dreamy Shia LeBouf looked".
"Ohh," Michaela squealed suddenly, pointing towards the arcade. Derek followed her gaze over to a classic 'Claw Machine'. "That teddy bear is so cute!"
"Oh, don't be silly, Chaela," Jane said quietly. "No one ever wins those things."
"Beg to differ," Derek cut in suddenly.
Everyone diverted their gaze over to him, who simply shrugged.
"I can do it."
They walked over to the machine, Michaela giggling with anticipation.
Derek inserted twenty-five cents, and hovered the claw over the teddy bear expertly. He pressed the red button down. The claw grabbed hold of the bear's stomach, and pulled it up, bringing it over to, and dropping it into, the hole.
"Aww," Michaela cried. "Thanks, Der."
He handed her the prize, and ran a hand through his hair.
"No problem," he shrugged.
She wriggled under his arm, causing it to land on her shoulder once more, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.
"You're amazing, Derek," she admired.
He gave a half-heartedly smile. She buried her head in the crook of his neck. A sudden jolt shot through him, as Caseys face flashed in his mind, and he jumped, seperating from her.
"Der, sweetie, you okay?" She cooed, running a hand up and down his arm, soothingly.
"Uh, yeah," he said, inching away from her. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"
She looked over at Jane, smiling suggestively, and giggled.
"Sure, Der!"
He led her over to a small, empty corner, and she leaned against the wall.
"Look, Mich," he started, ruffling his hair. "I have a confession to make."
She looked up at him with eager eyes, and nodded.
"You see," he place a hand on one side of her, against the wall. "I really have..."
"Oh, Derek," she cut off, shooting him a warm smile. "I have feelings for you, too!"
"What? No wait, you don't under--"
Before he could explain, he found her lips crashing ever so roughly against his own. Her arms traveled up his shoulders and around his neck.
Wait! What the...?!
His eyes shot open as she ran her tongue against his bottom lip, pleading for entrance. But there was no way in hell that she was getting it. He pressed his hands against her waist, attempting to shove her off. He wriggled away from her mouth, leaving her gasping for air.
"What the hell is your prob..."
His eyes were caught on a young girl standing in the middle of the lobby, her eyes wide with shock, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Casey.
Sorry this chapter was so crappy! Ugh. But if I tried to redo it, it would just come out crappier. Sorry, I'm having major issues writing, so... please forgive the unbelievably terrible chapter. I promise to God the next will be better. I just needed an idea for this chapter; plus I'm kind of rushing to take a shower. Feedback? Be brutal, please! Criticise, by all means! I must know how I did. Thanksyouall.