Okay, let's see here... Wow, I'm updating fast! Ahh! Lol... This is my little Christmas present to ya'll. I probably won't be posting again for a while as I haven't updated Chestnuts or Consequences in AGES. Especially Consequences. Sigh.
Anyways, I can tell you that the next chapter's going to be called Bring It On. And it's going to be kinda songfic-ish 'cause they're dancing... And Sammy might show up and Derek'll hit on her friends and they'll be talking about Derek. A lot. Fun stuff like that. And I think the next chapter after that might be called Mr. Obvious. But don't quote me on that. It'll be Derek seeing stupid Sammy and Casey make-out and stuff... Wow!
I've really got this planned out. I'm impressed. And then after that is my favorite chapter... Temporary Insanity... Which is also gonna be sorta songficcy. But a really, really great chapter. ;) Anywho...
"You know, you give love, you get love."
Sweet Dreams, Derek...
Mm, that was the best dream ever... Casey frenched me and... We were going to get further... I opened my eyes, feeling oddly warm and happy... Not that kind of happy! I save that for... the shower.
Hey, there's Casey! Wearing a skimpy outfit!
I guess it wasn't a dream... Mm, even better!
I better enjoy this while I can... It's never going to happen again, you know... Me, having Casey in my arms in... practically nothing... in my bed... Pulled flush against me like this... With her lips all swollen and fu-ull. Did I do that?
'Cause if I did, I deserve an award for making her look like a Botticelli. Okay, I've seen that one really corny Molly Ringwald movie with that one "player" who gets all serious in love with her too many times.
I ought to take her hair down. Just reach out and do it!
Dirty.
Fast. Okay, there we go... Her hair's shiny and very soft. She's pretty... And I'm obviously high on something. She's not going to be asleep for much longer. She smells good... Kinda flowery. And who knew she was so warm?
Uh oh... She's moving! She's going to find me here and FLIP. Come on, Derek, face it like a man.
No, no, no... It's okay. She's just snuggling up closer to me. Ah... Okay. I twined an arm around her waist, pulling her still closer to me. I wonder if I could kiss her... She's asleep. She might not even notice.
I mean, she did kiss me last night, right? That has to mean something. I realize she was sort of out of it... But she can't have been that out of it. Right?
Dude, she was calling you Sebastien. Pansy-ass name. Ugh. Sebastien... Which sure as hell ain't your name. If she didn't even know your name, then how do you know she meant it?
We just finished watching Cruel Intentions! She was confused... And I am her stepbrother, you know... I mean, it's not like it came totally out of the blue or she's calling me by another lover's name...
Lovers! Casey doesn't have lovers! Or devotees, minstrels, worshipers, priests... What am I saying? Maybe I'm the one out of it... Maybe I hallucinated the whole thing and am completely reading this wrong...
Or maybe not...
You know...
Her hair looks good all wild and down like this... She should wear it like this more... I remember the day she dressed up as Babe Raider. My eyes bugged out. She was so hot. Man, I about lost it there. I mean, I know I said all that crap about it grossing me out, but really, it did make me lose my appetite. For food, that is. Unless I was eating the food off Casey. I wanted her so bad.
Even Edwin and Dad were staring. I remember the panic over Casey "exposing" herself. I mean, those posters I have supposedly objectified women and there she was, objectifying herself. I realize now that was just her dressing the way she wanted to. Something she should totally have the right to do. I wish she would dress that way more often. Mmm, mmm, good. She should want to dress that way more often.
Tight clothes, midriff-baring top. I could see her skin, soft. Her abs, man, killer. I practically died there. And not just because I choked on my cereal.
I almost hit Sam when he talked about how she looked. I swear, I had to restrain myself. And I just could not handle all those guys staring at her. So I charged down the hallway. It took everything in me to not slam her against the lockers or drag her off to the janitor's closet... That should've been my first sign, a warning...
But I just wrote it off as momentary lust, temporary insanity. I mean, I see a hot girl, of course I wanna bang her. I'm not gonna lie. And Casey was so hot that day. She was on fire. I still hated her... Completely. But you can have the best sex with someone you hate. Charged and raw, electric.
Not that I know or anything.
So I told her about the "topless level" of Babe Raider. Which is sort of a myth... If it exists, even Sam hasn't gotten that far. Not that Sam gets very far with girls anyways. They think he's all sweet and innocent. And he was so sensitive.
But he's so sensitive he doesn't do crap. Only men of action do stuff. Only men of action get what we want.
I was kind of frustrated that day, so it made me happy that Casey got all pissed at Perfect Sam. Augh. He makes me sick. I called Sandra that day, you know, about the womens' march. Surprisingly that day, I had a lot of fun. Made out with a bunch of hot feminists who kissed me to prove a point... Not that I really cared. I still don't remember what the point was.
And now, here I am, in bed with the girl, and not doing crap. This is so not me. We definitely have a problem here. Maybe this is a bit more serious than I thought.
I know, you can see the panicked look in my eye. If I bit my nails (ew), I'd be biting them right now... This whole... thing... with Casey has got be all wound up and dissatisfied. I mean, I gave up a perfectly good opportunity last night because I felt guilty! Me, guilty! Me!
And yet... I just can't get last night out of my head... That kiss.
That kiss was killer, and trust me, I know. Somehow, innocent little Casey is a better kisser than pretty Vicky... I don't really get how that's possible.
Oh, uh, how about because you like Casey?
Like Casey? Me, like Casey? Me! What the... I don't! I just... Argh. This is serious.
But I'm not That Guy. I don't feel like this. I can't... It's not me. Guys like Sam feel this way. My passions are... fleeting. Girls piss me off after a week, maybe two at the most. Sandra lasted three.
I just got so damn sick of lying all the time about who I am. Ugh. I mean, I know I'm good... But it really wasn't worth it. By the way, not a pretty break-up. It got really bad. Not the point, though.
The point is that I'm going soft here... Over Casey. This is a new feeling... I mean, I don't want it to be like this, to feel like... however. No, Derek, don't say it! You're not fa... You're not. Not for Casey, your stepsister. Come on, that's ridiculous.
She's your opposite. And sure, she might be super hot, but she doesn't flaunt it... And she's not a loose-morals type. Not to mention that she counters you, keeps you in check. She insults you all the time... For crying out loud, you live together! It would never work.
And, man, even if you tried it... What the hell do you think your parents would think! 'Cause I can tell you right now that they wouldn't be supportive!
And you're assuming, of course, that Casey would actually, for some bizarre reason, condescend to hook up with you. She's got a boyfriend already: your best friend. She's got him totally whipped. Not to mention that her best friend likes you, and yesterday you practically had sex with her cousin. What would that bizarre reason be? Oh, I'll tell you...
She'd have to lose her mind to be with you! You sure as hell aren't her type, and she knows that. She's just not into you, man.
So just stop being such a wuss and get the hell over it. Okay? Build a bridge and climb over it. Forget about it... Okay?
Can you do that for me, Derek?
Jeez... It's become serious. I'm mentally talking to myself about this whole Casey thing.
Man, you already knew it was getting serious when she was in your bed and you weren't...
Okay, that's it!
I have to take a stand here... For mankind! Or just for men...
Just put your hands on her. See how far you get before she wakes up. There, D, it's as simple as that, okay, man? There... Hand on her stomach, sliding up slowly, slowly, slowly... Under her shirt now...
Slowly, slowly, slowly... C'mon... Almost there.
Should I really do this? I mean...
No! Now is not the time to go soft, D!
Her skin's so... smooth and... soft. Better than I ever imagined it would be... She's driving me crazy here.
And suddenly, when my hand was right under her breast... Her eyes opened. I am so screwed. She's gonna massacre me! She blinked lazily... Once, then twice, then three times. Suddenly, her eyes were wide with horror. "Derek! What are you doing in my bed!" Casey screeched, filled with panic.
She almost made me deaf. Almost immediately, she tensed up against me. I was just glad she didn't know where my hand was yet... Because when she did, I was surely a dead man.
I rolled my eyes at her... What did she think had happened last night?
"First of all, sister, it's my bed..." I retorted caustically. But then I winced. Sister? What the hell are you thinking calling her sister! She isn't your sister... By blood anyways! And I'm lusting after her...
You just don't lust after your sister. It just ain't right... I mean, do you see me lusting after Marti?
No. The answer to that question is no.
Casey gaped at me, glancing around and realizing that it was, in fact, my room, my bed. Thank you. Unfortunately, she also noticed, a moment later, just how close we were in that tiny bed. Leave it to Casey to kill a moment.
"Okay, so what am I doing in your bed! And just how did we wind up so close, anyways!" Casey growled, still worried. Curious, isn't she? Does that mean that she... That she doesn't remember? How can she not remember?
At least she hasn't noticed where my hand is yet... I'm so going to be a dead man. And if I'm a dead man... I can't go to the party and find a hot girlfriend of Casey's to make out with. I bet that would piss her off. Well, it's only right. She is, after all, dating my best friend...
It's payback. I do deserve something after all.
If I could've, I would've shrugged. But there was absolutely no room in the bed. Hehe... That is such an excuse. "This is a small bed," I muttered instead. Casey sort of seemed to buy that. Sort of.
Er, until she noticed that my hand was up her shirt. I mean, it's not like I was moving it around or anything... It was just... there. There.
"What the hell is your hand doing up my shirt, Derek?" Casey hissed through clenched teeth, trying to resist hurting me or something... Resisting her violent urges... See, now she knows how I feel! Except for different reasons...
Now how am I supposed to explain this? Please, tell me! She's gonna kill me! Uh... Come on, man, think fast here!
Um... Uh... What? Huh? Uhh...
"I don't know..."
Real brilliant, Derek. She's really going to believe you on that one. Really.
Hell, even I don't believe you on that one...
Of course you don't! You know the truth!
No duh, D.
"I just woke up a minute ago..." I mumbled nervously, looking down and hoping that she wasn't going to kill me. Casey rolled her eyes, shooting me a disbelieving look. She slowly brought her hand down to grab my arm, pulling my hand out from under her shirt... rather slowly, if I do say so myself.
Now, she wasn't savoring the moment or anything... That would be ridiculously out of character. I could tell because of her iron grip on my wrist. You don't grip someone's wrist that hard if you're liking it, okay? Not unless you're into sadomasochism or you like it rough... And Casey so isn't into either of those, obviously.
"Oh, so you have dreams that result in you perving on your stepsister?" Casey growled irritatedly, putting her hand around my throat. If I had been wearing a shirt, she would've grabbed me around the collar. Frankly, right now I was just worried that she was going to strangle me. Opportunity, motive, means... No one's around... She could say it was an accident or something... Yikes.
I'd better not get on her bad side... Uh, oops. Looks like it's too late for that... I sighed, rolling my eyes at her. Perving on my stepsister? Please, tell me I don't come off like that... Like some Dirty Old Man or something...
"Please, Casey. You were all over me last night," I snorted, annoyed. Please tell me I did not just say that... I'm so dead. Though it is the truth... Why did I tell her the truth again? Did I think it was a smart move or something?
'Cause it wasn't. Not in the slightest, dumbass.
Casey's eyes widened in disbelief, her jaw dropping. She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "You're lying!" She snarled accusingly, pointing a finger at me. Her hand was beginning to exert pressure on my throat. Uh oh. Better nip this in the bud right here.
"No, Case, I'm not... If I recall correctly, and I always do, you said you didn't want to sleep in your room, insisted on watching me strip, and then responded by taking off your sweats... Then you got in the bed with me and made out with me... You're better than Vicky, by the way," I drawled, smirking at the memory. I swear, that kiss will stick with me forever...
That can't be right. Forever? Yeah... Hehe. Riight.
I'm so cracking up over here... Losing it. Going mental. Completely mental... Over Casey "Kiss-My-Ass" McDonald. Her last name is a fast food chain. Come on, do you not see the problem here!
I should be calling her Ronald or something... Making fun of her by telling her to dye her hair red and dress like a clown for Halloween. Honestly!
Casey looked appalled. She shook her head. She didn't believe me. I could see why, of course. I mean, it is coming from me. She shook her head again, pushing me out of the bed. Ouch.
Can you say face-plant? That hurt! And then, of course, she got out of bed, slipped into her sweats and walked over to gloat at me... I really think that did a number on my back. Casey stared down at me... Her bra was still in my room, like I was gonna tell her that...
Casey rolled her eyes at me, offering her hand. You act so smart, but you're really soo dumb, Case. You really think you would've learned my now. I used my superior, manly strength to pull her down. Naturally, she landed on top of me.
Which, don't get me wrong, was completely great and everything, but it completely knocked the wind out of me. Completely. Casey groaned, apparently also winded, and in her least favorite place in the world: on top of me. It's my favorite place, though. Really and truly.
"Oh, so your lips were puffy before you kissed me?" I snapped rather bitterly. Casey's eyes widened and she scrambled off of me, running to the bathroom. She was probably going to check.
This time I didn't follow her.
I just got off of the floor, sighed, and rummaged around in my closet for something to wear. I wanted to look so hot for the party that Casey would be all over me again... Or, uh, since there's no chance of that happening, would want to be all over me. Or... At least want to remember it.
I didn't even go after her when she'd been gone for thirty minutes.
Which was okay, as she returned, in a towel, absolutely drenched. Just the way I like her...
Casey looked at me and sighed. Obviously, she doesn't believe me. "Look, Derek... If I can't remember it, then it didn't happen..." Casey said wearily, both hands over her face. If she doesn't remember it, then it didn't happen?
She honestly believes that crap!
It happened for me!
"But it did happen," I stated bluntly, none-too-amused. She can't sweep this under the rug... Make me forget about it.
I refuse.
"It's in your head, not mine. Therefore, it didn't happen... Not for me," Casey said plainly, sounding more than a little annoyed with me. Oh, like she has the right to be annoyed. I'm the one getting blown off here. She ran a hand through her wet hair.
I forced myself to quell my desires. She's not going to make me do this because I'm too busy staring at her. Feminine wiles will not work on me... After all, that's sorta the whole big problem here.
"It may not have "happened" for you, Casey, but it sure as hell happened for me. And there's no way I'm pretending that it didn't," I barked back, venom coating my tone, pointing an accusatory finger at her. I can't be this angry. Tone it down a little, Derek. After all, you don't want her to catch on to the real reason why you're upset, now do you?
No, of course not.
Good, Derek. Remember... Be cool.
"It shouldn't have happened anyways, Derek... I don't see why I would ever kiss you. I would have to be completely out of my mind to ever kiss someone as cocky, arrogant, egotistical, narcissistic, self-absorbed, rude, and asinine as you," Casey snapped furiously, throwing her hands in the air. I smirked when her towel started to fall down again. Unfortunately, she had fast reflexes and managed to grab it before I saw anything... fun.
Completely out of her mind? Ouch. That one hurt.
Why did it hurt? You said the same thing yourself earlier.
I don't know! It's just... principle, I guess...
And the string of insults at the end? That was a bit redundant. Just a bit. Not to mention rather impolite. Do you see me calling her names? No, of course not!
Why do I like her again? I mean, really? I just can't see... I don't get it, you know?
Because I can think of like ten gazillion reasons why I shouldn't. Right now, off the top of my head.
Number One: She's my stepsister. Which means that things could get very messy, and then I'd be stuck living with her and seeing her at Christmas.
Number Two: She fricking hates me. I mean, she's so not interested it would be laughable if I wasn't so damn distraught about the whole damn thing.
Number Three: She's dating my idiotic best friend, Sammy-boy. Ugh. Such a pansy. I mean, if I had any qualms about stealing my best friend's girl... Which I should, but I don't...
Number Four: Her best friend likes me... I mean, Emily's nice and all, but that could get a bit awkward, don'tcha think?
Number Five: I've kinda made out with her cousin. Her cousin who she hates about as much as me...
Number Six: What happens when I dump her? I mean, then things around here will get so much worse.
Number Seven: I could completely screw up the family dynamic. See, I can't stand thinking about her as a family member, much less a sister!
But, you know, that's human nature for you. We always want that which we cannot have. It's fate, you know?
Fate's a bitch, you know that? I mean, really. I'm going crazy here!
"Funny. You know, you didn't seem to care about that last night, when you were moaning my name..." I hissed irritably, getting up in her face. My traditional move when arguing with Casey. Though I don't think getting this close to her really helps... But it's sure fun!
Casey closed her eyes and winced, shuddering. "I don't remember it, so it didn't happen..." She muttered to herself, half under her breath, chanting and repeating it over and over. She was trying to be secure and strong and not flip out... Admirable, but not working.
She forced her eyes open, staring straight back at me. I took a step back, shocked by the intensity of her blue-eyed gaze. That was another one of those moments where I wanted to throw her down on the ground and, well, you know... Get lost in the moment. Ah... Fuun.
"I have a boyfriend. Sam. You know, your best friend? So why don't you act like a best friend, and stop hitting on me!" Casey snarled, determined. Her eyes blazed, and she put her hands on her hips, looking confident. I'm sorry, but that is so beyond sexy. She literally looked like a goddess. I wanted to fall down on my knees and worship.
Okay, so not worship... But I did want to look up that towel. Mm...
Fat chance of all of that happening, Casey. I mean, I like Sam, I really do... As a friend. But as your boyfriend? Well... Good luck. Every time he looks at you, I want to smack him. Makes me feel murderous.
Okay, so sue me, I'm a little possessive of my things! You're my stepsister, which makes you mine. I mean, I knew you way before little Sammy poo ever did. Way, way, way before.
"I'm not going to forget. You can't make me. In fact, it'll make a lovely little anecdote to share at family dinners when we're all old and gray," I declared, smirking amusedly. Casey's jaw dropped, eyes wide and skeptical. She looks so naïve and innocent. Casey was visibly shaking with anger. If it was biologically possible, steam would've been coming out of her ears.
"I swear, Derek, sometimes I just want to defenestrate you," Casey seethed, moving towards me menacingly. Ooh, defenestrate. No clue what that means, but it sounds dirty. Defenestrate. Hmm.
I smirked, hands on my hips, moving closer. "You can defenestrate me any day, Case," I remarked flirtatiously. Casey shook her head, disbelieving that I was still hitting on her. And maybe I misunderstood her. Go figure.
"I don't think George would appreciate me throwing his son out the window. Not to mention that I probably couldn't lift you... And you'd probably die or break your neck on the way down and out," Casey scoffed, chuckling. Okay, so maybe I'd made an ass out of myself. But, really, around Casey, is that anything new?
Yeah. I didn't think so.
Great to know she has these violent urges though... Really, what does she do with all that pent-up aggression? Whatever it is... it can't be good.
"Come on, Derek. You have to say it," Casey pleaded. Getting desperate, are we, Case? Well, sorry, but I won't. I'm not in denial, not like you.
"No."
Casey rolled her eyes, hands clamping down hard upon my shoulders. "It didn't happen," She stressed with gusto. But, Casey... It did. And I ain't denyin' it.
I shook my head, which was hard, considering how close she was. "I won't say it," I repeated stubbornly, closing my eyes, looking down, looking away... Doing anything so she couldn't sucker me in. Casey's eyes were like blue fire, such anger in their depths. She took a few, charged, hyperventilating breaths.
"Say it!" She screamed, tears in her eyes, shoving me hard against the wall. My posters rattled. I didn't know whether the tears were from anger, frustration, sadness... Or, well, what exactly. They might've even been to manipulate me. I can't say no to a crying girl. I really can't. At my lack of a response, Casey took it upon herself to scream at me again. "Say it!"
I sighed, capitulating. Ugh, I just hate waving the white flag. "It never happened. There, you happy?" I snapped bitterly, pushing her off of me with a bit more force than was necessary. I sure hope she's happy, because I am not! Not in the slightest.
I might act like it never happened... I might never bring it up again. But that doesn't stop me from remembering it. Or daydreaming.
What Casey doesn't know can't hurt her. Can it?
Casey sighed, obviously relieved. Then, out of nowhere, she blindsighted me with a hug. I was stiff with surprise and didn't hug her back. Then she smiled and walked out of the room. I threw on a pair of jeans, glancing at the clock which read, of course, 1:03. I did, after all, have a house to clean, and the party started in about six hours.
It wound up taking me another two hours to clean up the house. Then I pulled on a shirt and some shoes and grabbed some cash to go to the supermarket. I came back with chips, sodas, and some dip. I was going to order some pizza around party time. Which left me with three hours.
So I went up to my room, burned a couple CDs... That took another hour, which left me with two to get ready.
At this point, I had seen neither hide nor hair of Casey for the better part of the day. She might've been ignoring me, which she had good reason to do. Or she was calling her friends and burning her own CDs. She also helped secure the treasured family photos and other valuable knickknacks, moved the furniture so we had a dance floor, and locked the basement door. Smart move there.
Anyways, so I went to the bathroom, my chief hangout as of late. I took a shower, sickened by the fact that I thought of Casey as I did it. But I wasn't going to spend a long time in there. I hurried out, drying my hair hurriedly, and beginning to pull on my clothes.
Tight black pants, a dark red button-up shirt, my favorite pair of black work-boots. I didn't tuck the shirt in. I'm too cool for that. I left a few of the top buttons undone, fixing the collar so it was up the way I liked it, straight on end. I unbuttoned the buttons on the sleeves, rolling them up to my elbows. Then I started in on my hair.
It had to be gelled just right to achieve the perfect look. The perfect hot-yet-demonic look. You see, I'm going to be a devil. I mean, you know the Devil's hot. He is from Hell, after all. And how do you think he seduces people into evil if he doesn't seduce them?
See, perfect costume for me... I mean, either this or Casanova, and I really don't want to wear an ugly-ass wig.
Now I just had to get my leather jacket to make the look complete. Ooh, and peek in to see what Casey's wearing. Happy Halloween, Derek. I grabbed my jacket and walked out of my room, walking right into Casey. Casey had some clothes and make-up in her hands, and she looked sort of nervous. She bit her lip, looking at me for a minute. "Hey, Derek, I'm going to get ready for the party. Can you wait outside the bathroom door and tell me what you think?" She asked hesitantly.
I nodded. An excuse to check Casey out? Count me in. Casey sighed, relieved, hurrying into the bathroom. She slammed the door before I could follow. Bummer. And then she made me wait thirty minutes before she finally came out. Let me tell you, those thirty minutes were so worth it.
She walked out and stood before me in a black sleeveless shirt that was really low-cut (for Casey, that is) and really short. Let me just say it took the phrase crop-top to an entirely new level. It stopped only about an inch below where the bottom of her bra was. Not that I minded of course. Oh, and then there was everything else she was wearing... a skintight, black, pleated miniskirt that was almost scandalously short, and high heeled, black leather stiletto boots that went up to her knees. She was wearing those Babe Raider arm bracelets and a black ribbon choker around her neck, chain bracelets on her wrists.
She was also actually wearing make-up for once, and her hair was shiny, slightly wavy, and parted down the middle. She was wearing a lot of black eyeliner, thick, smoky, sort of blended in with her black eyeshadow and mascara. Her eyelashes were huge. She had on shiny, bright crimson lip-gloss, which made her teeth look whiter. I gazed over her approvingly.
She almost bit her lip, but remembered she was wearing lipstick and stopped. "So, uh, what do you think?" She questioned worriedly. What do I think, Casey? What do I think? I think you're a smoking babe, that's what I think!
She should definitely dress like this more often. My throat was rather dry, so I was speechless for a moment. Casey fidgeted, pulling her shirt down embarrassedly. "I think... you look... hot," I stuttered awkwardly.
Casey played with the hem of her shirt. "So, you don't think the shirt's too short?"
I shook my head so hard I almost got whiplash. "No way! It's the perfect length," I exclaimed boldly. To me, it was. She was going to be getting so many jealous looks at this party. Leaning against the wall, I looked her over again... I liked being able to do that. Wouldn't be able to stare at the party... People would talk, and we don't want them to do that.
Casey smiled at me, looking extremely relieved. Then I put on my jacket, and we hurried downstairs to make the final preparations.
"So," I called across the kitchen, "What are you supposed to be?" Casey grinned, covering the phone with her hand. She was ordering the pizza.
"A witch... Aren't I wicked?" Casey responded, cackling in a very witchy way. "You?"
I smirked. "The Devil."
Casey laughed. Obviously she was in good spirits. Which means she had come very far from this morning... A good thing I guess. "The Prince of Darkness. I should've guessed," Casey snorted. I joined her in laughter and soon, before I knew it, the party was raging.
I was forgetting about Casey and concentrating on making sure that everything was going right and networking. Everyone was here... That is, except Sam.
Sam was very late.
A whole bunch of Casey's private school friends had showed up too... Let's see... There was a fairy, a few angels, a nurse, a Playboy Bunny, a swimsuit model, Xena: Warrior Princess, Babe Raider, a couple rockstars, two punks, a goth, two other witches, a few queens/princesses, and a load of brides. Most of them were exceedingly pretty. Naturally.
Pretty girls hang out in packs. Where is Sam?
Seriously, if the guy doesn't show up soon, I'm going to have to hit on his girlfriend again. And we all know how much fun that is... She gets so riled up.
But of course, all the weird looks aren't really worth it. So I took it upon myself to flirt with her pretty friends instead. Let's see... Their names? Ooh, that's hard.
But I'll do it anyways.
Kristin, Jane, Anne, Kim, Kat, Kate, Katie, Catherine, Trina, Cassandra, Hallie, Wanda, Danielle, Christine, Mary, Tiffany, Julia, Gabrielle... I know there were more, but I forgot them. Oh well.
Speaking of ex-girlfriends... Loads of mine happen to be at this party... How did I let that happen? For instance, Sandra's currently glaring at me. Grreat.
Not many guys have seen Casey... She's in the center of this horde of girls, so they're all asking her friends to dance. And Sam hasn't exactly shown up yet. You know what... Screw it! I should ask Casey to dance. She's looking all hot and lonely and lovely...
Why not? Live a little, live large... I'm going to do it, I'm going to ask her to dance. Besides... This is her CD, and I know for a fact that she completely loves the next song. Okay, Casey, here we come... And no Sam around to watch.
Perfect, just completely, utterly perfect.
This is going to be fun.
I walked over to Casey and the girls, a challenging look in my eyes. They "oohed" and shot Casey jealous looks... As they rightly should. Because I like Casey. I like Casey McDonald...Venturi. Oh, well... We'll fix that.
Anyways, there! You happy? I finally admitted it!
"Hey, Case, babe, wanna dance?" I drawled, looking cool, holding out a hand. Casey blinked, looking at me with some disdain. Some nerve she's got there... If not her, then someone else. Besides, I'll just point out the fact that good ole Sammy-boy ain't here. Loser.
Her friends giggled, one of them poking her in the side. I don't remember her name, really... "Is that hottie your boyfriend?" She asked in a loud stage whisper.
Casey rolled her eyes, groaning as she saw the confident smirk spread across my face. "No," She mumbled crossly to her friend, "He's my stepbrother... Derek." She crossed her arms over her chest, once again pushing up her cleavage... Not that I minded. No, not in the slightest. If she wants to do that... Then let her. Completely. The disgust was evident in her tone, but I kept on smirking. I had to.
They exchanged interested looks, but I kept my eye on Casey, deciding to taunt her. "What, Casey, you afraid you won't be able to keep up?" I teased, grinning. I noticed the double entendre in my statement, and so did Casey. Her eyes narrowed at the hidden challenge.
"No, Derek. I'm a great dancer. I'm just worried that you'll get lost on the dance floor..." Casey growled back, rather annoyed. Me, get lost on the dance floor? Yeah, right. Please. I get the hidden message too. She can keep up. Got it.
I rolled my eyes at her.
"Me, get lost on the dance floor? Yeah, right. I'll dance circles around you..." I argued back. Casey rolled her eyes and was about to reply when one of her friends interrupted by pushing Casey into me.
"Go on! Dance! Talk is cheap, and, girl, you need to live a little," She exclaimed cheerfully. Casey shot her weird friend a look, but I smiled at her amusedly, tipping my head to her. Then Casey grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the dance floor. A new song started up and we started to dance.
...Flash that wicked smile...
Loren ;
Okay, so I don't own that last line, but it belongs to next chapter's song. Hehe. Anyways, review, tell me if you like it, do a little happy dance... Fun stuff. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, people:)