Here is number three, y'all! Hope you like it. I'm currently editing chapter 4, and I might start editing another story soon. I'm not very good at writing, but when I have an idea, I really like for people to know about it. So please enjoy and please review!

All of Derek's plans with the ladies fell through according to plan, and of course he wasn't surprised. His ego was well fed, thanks to a good part of the population on campus. He was the best at what he did (which was practically everything), and everyone knew it. Casey didn't like it, but didn't complain because she was afraid he'd explode like he had over the schedule incident. So she dealt with it, and spent her study time in the library while he had someone over. It only happened once a week. Twice if they'd won a game. It was quite ridiculous, and seemed almost unrealistic with the amount of women, but it happened often, and Casey was used to it. The library was a much more efficient place to study anyways.

"Alright, Triple D!" one of his friends patted his back. They were at the garden where most of the jocks at university hung around. Derek was casually leaning against a tree with his friends surrounding him. He'd lost track of the conversation because he'd been looking down at his phone trying to remember the last time he'd called George. His dad hadn't bothered calling lately; probably trying to test his son and see how long it would take his eldest to actually consider calling the family. Derek knew that Casey probably called every other day because she couldn't stand for people to not know what she was doing twenty-four hours of the day. Seriously, though. Check her Facebook.

"Alright, what?" Derek cocked an eyebrow up at his friend.

"We're betting on girls!" his friend Mark exclaimed. Mark was a very mischievous guy. He had long dreadlocks that ran down his back, and cat like eyes. His tan skin could've fooled anyone into thinking he was from a much sunnier place than Canada. The girls swooned over Mark almost as much as they did over Derek. The fact that the two were both sporty guys was probably a huge contributor for the two, not that Derek really needed the help. Scoring girls was as easy as sleeping for him. Mark's soccer reputation had him at the top with Derek as well.

"Betting on girls, eh? What does this bet entail?" Derek rubbed his hands together, already up for any challenge. Derek Venturi never lost a bet.

"Winner gets the pride of a job well done. You have to get a girl to date you, and you have to nail her by Winter's Eve dance, and take her. Then you gotta dump her right after." He smiled wickedly at Derek. That wouldn't be so hard for Derek at all. It was probably the easiest bet he would ever have to win. He only smiled and threw an arm around his best friend at university. The real challenge was having the patience to keep her around for two and a half months.

"Does it matter which girl? Because I wouldn't know where to start." Derek grinned arrogantly.

"Oh, I'm choosing, and you can choose mine!" Mark nudged him with a pointy elbow.

"Oh, I know exactly who to get for you." Derek exclaimed. "You know that Martha girl from our composition class?"

"Oh man, the one with those luscious Latina hips?" Mark closed his eyes, imagining the girl's curves, biting his lip to over exaggerate how hot he thought she was.

"That would be the one!" Derek grinned.

"Done! Now are you up for a challenge, my friend?" Mark smiled that wicked smile once again.

"You honestly think that it would be challenging for me to snag a girl in bed?" Derek teased his friend. "Alright, just choose, ol' chap!" his grin as brilliant.

It seemed Mark had already known exactly who Derek would need to grab and bang by the dance, because his finger automatically pointed into the direction of the girls far off in the quad doing yoga. Derek only smirked at the girls in their multi colored sports bras and black tights that reached mid ankle.

"Is that really fair on you? I've had my time with at least half of them." Derek's smile teased his friend.

"No, not just any girl from the yoga squad…one specific girl. This girl is the biggest tease of any girl on campus. Hot as July in the desert, Der. Dancer's body, you know the works. She seems flexible enough from what I've seen her do in her little yoga circle." Mark was staring at one girl in particular that Derek couldn't see from where he was standing.

"Tease? Please, don't insult me; she won't be a tease when I'm done with her." He nodded at the girls. "Which one is she? Do I know her?"

"Definitely."

"Who, Mandy? I had her like two weeks ago, I think. Maybe that was Claire? Sadie?" He only shrugged. "Which one do I know?"

"Your roommate." Mark's voice was dark.

"Casey?!" Derek tore himself away from his friend as if he was a disease. "You're insane, Mark. Great joke, very funny." Derek visibly shuddered to show his friend how disgusting it was to him.

"I'm not joking, Derek! You wanted a challenge, and I found you one! Do you know how many of the guys have been trying to get with that since school started?"

"I don't want to know!" Derek exclaimed. "There's a reason she denies guys. She's a prude, believe me! I've known her for years!"

"Well break that cycle and make it easier for the rest of us once you're done with her!"

Derek gave his friend a warning look. "There's a reason we live together and why she is off limits, Mark."

"And why is that?" Mark's eyebrows rose.

Derek didn't know what to say. Nobody on campus was supposed to know of his and Casey's relationship. It was just the deal they had made when they found out they'd attend University together. What can Derek say, really?

"Our parents have known each other for years, and they trust me to care for her while we're here at university." It wasn't a lie, really. Their parents had known each other for years and they did trust Derek to keep her out of harm's way.

"What better way to take care of her than in her own bed?" Mark grinned. Derek felt his disgust build inside of him. In bed with Casey The Prude McDonald?

"Mark, no. Just no." Derek sighed, shaking his head. "Anyone but her."

"Derek Venturi stepping down from a bet? Sorry, I just thought you were a bigger man than this." Mark mocked a surprised expression, and shrugged, looking down disappointedly. Anyone who'd known Derek for five minutes knew that pushing Derek's buttons was as easy as first grade math.

Derek got that look in his eye. "I'll do it." He mentally slapped himself for agreeing to something so fucking stupid. It just slipped out of his mouth before he can even register who it was they were talking about.

"Are you sure, I mean I know that you've got your morals and shit." Mark's smile was sickening. Derek was wondering why he was even friends with him to begin with.

"I'll fucking do it, and I'll even step up the game. If I win, which I always do, I'm putting $500 on the table." Derek grinned. His greedy side of betting was coming out and he'd already forgotten what they were betting over. He just knew he had to win.

"You're on, Venturi."

Derek smiled, shaking his friend's hand. He'd win at all costs.