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Wednesday at two Casey walked from her class back to the dorm. Her head was swarming with what to wear to her coffee date, what to say, what to do. She hadn't been on a date in months and the last time didn't go so well. It was a guy from her senior math class and it turned out he was just dating her to use her notes and get a good grade. It may have just been a simple coffee date, but that didn't stop her mind from swirling faster than the tilt-a-whirl.

Casey unlocked her room and found it empty, as usual. Jade spent most of her time at other people's rooms and Casey rarely saw her was okay by Casey, it was like having the single room she wanted anyways. After standing in front of her closet and angrily realizing she was in dire need of a wardrobe update, Casey decided on a denim mini skirt, pink and white stripe sweater, and her knee high brown leather boots. She steadily put on her make up and styled a careful half up hair style. And even then it was only 2:20. She groaned and sat down at the desk, determined not to leave before 2:40.

After making note cards for English note cards and studying math equations for twelve minutes Casey could not just sit there anymore. She gathered her purse and left her dorm. I'll just walk slower. She bargained with herself. But she still made it to Omar House room 112B at 2:43. She stood outside the door and fixed her hair one last time. The whiteboard on their room said "Robin + Derek". Casey's heart jumped into her throat and pounded hard enough to give her a headache. There are thousands of people on this campus. Bound to be more than one Derek. Casey swallowed and timidly knocked on the door. It took only seconds before It swing open...and there he stood.

He was wearing only a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips. His hair was shaggy and fell partially in his brown eyes. He had a bag of doritos in his hand and shock on his face. Casey took in his appearance and wanted to turn tail and run.

"Hi, Derek." She said quietly and clutched her purse in anxiety.

"Casey." He said bluntly. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I'm here for Robin." She pushed past him and into the room. "You don't talk to me for three weeks and the first thing you say to me is what the fuck. How poetic. Glad to see you haven't changed." She spat. Looking around the room it wasn't what she expected. Honestly, it was cleaner than she imagined. All of their clothes were pushed into one pile, no hamper but better than strewn across everything. No food wrappers or trash everywhere. Derek's bed was unmade but Robin's was made perfectly. She went and sat down on it.

"There are a thousand girls on campus and he had to choose you." Derek said through gritted teeth. Casey brushed a stray strand behind her ear and looked at her feet. Derek's heart was pounding. She looked so good...so, Casey. All the girls around here dressed like street trash. Letting it all hang out. But Casey was classic. Sexy and modest.

"Look, it's not ideal for me either!" Casey defended.

"How do you even know Robin?" Demanded Derek.

"He borrowed my history notes and we got to talking." She shrugged in a manner that said it's none of your business. Derek glanced at his desk where a copy of her notes rested. He had actually tried to study them...but got lost in her doodles of flowers and ladybugs.

"Your penmanship hasn't improved." He grumbled.

"Oh, whatever Derek. At least I won't fail my freshman year."

"I have a 3.0 I'll have you know!"

"Until midterms, you imbecile." She scoffed. Then sighed. "Look, do you want me to wait in the hall?"

"Why?"

"So that we don't have to sit here screaming until my date gets here!" She fumed. Derek had missed this...he had missed her. He sat down on his bed across from her.

"No. Then I would miss the giant vain in your forehead pulsing and rupturing all over the floor."

"How crude." Casey pulled her phone from her purse and checked the time. 2:50 and his class wasn't that far from the room she was trapped in now. She sighed...and gave being the bigger man a chance. "How are...things?"

"Pretty good, actually. I'm performing really well in hockey practice. Our first game is the end of this week."

"Oh, I should come." She said easily. Derek's heart soared like on helium and heroin.

"Why would you do that? You hated watching my games."

"Uh, isn't Robin on the team too? I would come support him."

"He doesn't need anymore cheerleaders." Derek grumbled. "How about you? Um, things. And whatnot."

"Classes are great! My math professor is nearly 92 but so funny. I love English too, my professor is a really feminist hippie. Dance is amazing. I might get to be the freshman captain soon." She went on and on. Derek loved fighting with her but this is what he really missed. Her eyes dancing with what she loves. She was so passionate and fiery. She was beautiful. He bit his lip and nodded his head watching her babble.

"Hey!" Robin announced his presence and his eyes went to the beautiful girl sitting on his bed talking to his hot mess of a roommate. "Geeze, Derek. Couldn't even put on a shirt. She's a lady."

"Ha. As if."

"Hey, man. Cool it." Robin was getting defensive. He was still unaware of how Casey and Derek knew one another. Casey stood up and walked over to Robin.

"It's okay, Robin. That's actually the nicest thing he's said to me today. You see, Derek is my stepbrother. We've kind of grown up together...well, for about five years."

"Oh." His looked between Derek and Casey. "That makes sense. But Derek hasn't mentioned you...at all. Guess I didn't know."

"You should ask Sam about the infamous Derek and Casey fights in high school." Derek laughed. Casey wouldn't admit that it stung her how Derek had never mentioned her, but he could read it on her face. And felt bad, briefly.

"Maybe another time, man. Casey, are you ready to go?"

"Certainly, Robin." She smiled up at him. He wrapped his arm around her waist...too close to her ass...and they left. Derek's blood was boiling. He shot a text to Sam.

Derek: yo, sam. Robin and Space Case are dating.

Sam: yeah, and?

Derek: it's NOT okay. He's going to defile her.

Sam: Defile? Really? D, she is a grown up. And she doesn't belong to you. What is your problem?

Derek: Nothing, man. Whatever. You're no help.

Derek turned on the TV and tried to focus his energy on Halo 3. It was only a coffee date. Those things only last an hour or two...max. And she had dance practice tonight. He only knew that because of Matilda. Not because he was trying to memorize Casey's schedule. Derek lost three games and then decided to text Matilda.

Derek: hey, baby. Wanna roll around tonight?

Matilda: No. And we're done. Okay? Cool. Bye.

Fucking hell, I cannot catch a break. Derek thought angrily. His stomach felt rotten, like he had eaten bad chinese food left on the counter overnight. He took a tennis ball and slung it against the door, it made him feel marginally better so he did it again. And again. And again. For an hour. Until he heard voices outside the door. He stepped closer and tried to make out what they were saying.

"Thanks for this afternoon." Casey's voice was clear. "I had fun."

"Me too, Cay." Cay...CAY? No one calls her Cay. How idiotic is that? "I'll text you later."

"Arlight." There was a pause. We're they kissing? What was going on? Half a minute later Robin came in. Derek took his roommate by the collar and slammed him against the wall, despite Robin being 4 inches taller.

"Look here, Robin. That girl you just went out with...she's really special. So you had better not even think about fucking her over. She is weird and nerdy and high maintenance but she is pure and sweet and more beautiful than a fuzz ball like you deserves. If you even consider hurting her, Sam and I will kick your ass to the moon." He released Robin and walked to his bed.

"God damn, Derek. If you were so in love with her you could have just told me." Robin went to go sit on his own bed. "You didn't have to go all mob boss on me. She didn't even kiss me. Just stared awkwardly."

"Good...and I don't love her." His voice was that of a petulant child.

"For someone you don't love...you sure are protective of her."

"She's like my little sister." Derek lied.

"I once flushed my little sisters fish down the toilet. He was still alive." Robin countered. Derek laid down on his bed and told Robin to shut up so he could get some sleep. He rolled over to face his wall and heard Robin mumble she wouldn't stop asking about you. But he didn't bring it up.

A/N: eh? EHHH? Thanks for all the support guys, I hope this lives up to your expectations. :) read response review. Much love, Little Crickett.