Disclaimer: I had begged and threatened...but all in vain.
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The second time it happened, Derek Venturi had blamed it on physics. Did you know that there was actually a law of motion which said that even if you are thrown straight, you will fall down? (And break) (And what was even nastier was that you did not fall down flat on your face, but more in a loop, giving you the feeling that you are going somewhere even though you are just descending gradually- unknowingly)
It wasn't fair, it really wasn't fair (and highly unlikely) that Derek Venturi was the only one to have the answers to a surprise Physics test Mrs. Norris had bombarded the class with…
But then, since when did Derek ever play fair???
But who was to blame (Casey off course. Didn't she always amount to everything that happened in his life?) that Derek was the only one in the class who had last summer's notes on projectile motion stuffed in his bag. (He knew that he went to the same class as her, was it also important to know that their course had also advanced over the summer. C'mon, give the poor guy a break)
"You have the notes on projectile motion?" Emily had asked.
"Off course he does. He has forgotten that we have moved up in class." (Oh so now she answers for him as well. How very cute.) "Like always, Derek likes to remain at the bottom of all things."
"Careful princess, there is no need to get your kinky sex fantasies run wild like that." (Okay, so he had to blame his fucked up state of mind on someone. didn't he? )
Ralph snorted. He could. All he had to do was hear 'kinky' and' sex' and assume that all was well with the world. (Casey ignored him. Funny. She somehow had perfected this capability)
And Derek went back to his test (let's just call it cheating through the test. There was a reason why he had those notes in his bag.)
And then.
"Derek" (oh, so she can speak directly to him?)
"shh… I am trying to work here."
"De-rek" (why did she do it? This ripping apart of his name?)
"What?" he finally looked at her.
"Pass me the notes"
"No."
"Derek I need to get an A on this. It will destroy my CGPA if I don't." (Did I mention that she was stage whispering through all of this? And it felt so- so…..he was sure that he was looking for a word like over-dramatic or ridiculous..or….)
"Oh! Why didn't I think of that before? NO."
"God De-rek. What do you want me to do? Get down on my knees in front of you and beg?"
(No. no .fucking no. Not again. Why doesn't anyone just let him be and allow him his try at sanity? These were images he just did not need) Derek closed his eyes briefly and sighed. "Here take them. Just stop being such a wiener keener."
And that is how Derek knew it. Casey was going to get an A on this one. (yet again) and he was all set for a big fat F (yet again ) and he had this disturbing feeling that it had much more to do than just a stupid surprise physics test.
(Because it had more to do with a stupid surprise physical test)
(And yet again)
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Derek had managed the rest of the day well. (He really had been able to avoid Casey and he refused to believe .cut that. He refused to even consider the possibility that it had more to do with Casey avoiding him than him dodging her way.) He had excelled through hockey practice.(doesn't he always?), even managed to get himself wrapped around a blonde teenager in the backseat of his car.(doesn't he always?)
It was then that it hit him. Casey had told him that she would be in late tonight. Which meant (it meant a lot of things but he would just stick to the rational explanations) that she was not at home hogging up the television. She was not at home making herself healthy sandwiches in the kitchen. She was not at home listening to cheesy love songs in her room. (It basically meant that he had the whole house to himself)
And why exactly had his mind gone into the Casey mode right in the middle of a tongue down his throat. (And what exactly was the name of this blonde?)
"I need to get home." And she was still latched somewhere on his neck.
"Huh! Why?"
Why???
Option1. Because he wants to watch television at home. With no one to disturb him he may be able to catch that game. (Was there a game on tonight?)And he knew that when Casey did return she would definitely try and wrestle the remote away from him. (It was Friday night for crying out loud. Why was he even thinking about television (?) right now?)(crossed out)
Option2. Because he wants to make himself a totally non-healthy sandwich. Something so full of calories that when Casey returned she was bound to give him a lecture on how that was no way to keep a body fit. (Again, if it was hunger that was bothering him then it could be solved by going down to the nearest diner. Blonde cheerleader in tow.) (Uh Hun….crossed out)
Option3. Because he wanted to go home and listen to music. Usually when he played them it too loudly Casey would barge into his room and shut off his music system. (He just remembered, his car had a stereo system. Duh! That meant he could listen to whatever he wanted to without Casey having to disturb him. (Obviously this was so crossed out)
Option4. Because he wanted to be there when Casey came home so she could be an ally to one, all, none of the above options. (He wasn't picky) (And the fact that this was all there was to it, he had started to cross it out even before he allowed himself to give it much thought.)
"I just have to." (Oh! so she was still there. Seriously what was her bloody name). Derek disentangled himself from her and quietly went back to the driver's seat, ignoring the fumes this nameless blonde let off.
Derek had finally shut himself in his room trying desperately to sleep. (Please do not remind him that it was a fucking Friday night)He had aimlessly browsed through the television. (Without any disturbance), he had also made his unhealthy sandwich and finally given it to Edwin to eat (who had looked almost close to tears. Seriously, the boy needed to get over the hero worship. Uh! Maybe not) and had played and replayed almost all his tracks and had finally switched it off. (It really was very loud)
He was not waiting. No he was not waiting when he finally heard the door opening downstairs. The sound of Casey climbing up the stairs almost tentatively to make sure that nobody was disturbed in their sleep. (And she was doing a very good job at it because he surely was not awake). He did not hear her door opening. The rustle of her clothes as she probably changed into those white PJ's she was so fond off. And obviously he was asleep much before he heard the even sound of her breathing indicating that she had slept.
It was after all a fucking Friday night.
A/N. how was it. It was longer but was it okay? Please review. I would appreciate constructive criticism and maybe a few suggestions on what other options can Derek think off. They seem very tough to write.