It has been 6 years since Derek and Casey's graduation. Nora and George have divorced, and Nora has custody of the baby boy, Aidan. Casey is back at Queens to get her Masters' Degree in teaching.

Okay, thanks to everyone for all the reviews! Sorry, it's been forever. School's still not out yet, and my teachers think it's fun to cram 2 units into two weeks. Yeah, right.

Here's a chapter. Unfortunately, it's short.

Look for another update sometime this week! R&R!

"Stay away from my girl," Christopher Davenport thunders.

"Chris!" Casey exclaims, her feet frozen to the floor.

"What is going on in here?" the dorm mother asks, wide-eyed.

Christopher throws himself at Edwin, punching his face.

Edwin reels backward. "Casey?" he calls towards the flabbergasted girl. "If I hit him back, will you be mad at me?"

"Hit me?" Christopher laughs. "He's a cheeky little bugger, isn't he? What did you ever see in him, Casey?"

Casey grits her teeth. "Go ahead, Edwin."

Christopher turns around at her in surprise. "Casey? Sweetheart?" he says, right before Edwin tackles him to the ground.

The girls in the dorm cheer, rushing towards the now wrestling boys.

"Hey!" The dorm mother yells, whacking the boys with a broom. "Get up. Now."

"Sorry, ma'am," Edwin says, "but unless you want him to go nuts again, I should probably stay here."

"Miss Luther, go get one of the adults from the boys' dorm."

"Yes, ma'am," Ann Luther rushes from the room. She returns a short time later, followed by one of the professors.

"Mister Venturi," he says, taken aback. "I didn't expect this from you. And, who is this?"

"Christopher Davenport," Casey speaks up. "My soon to be ex-boyfriend."

"Mr. Davenport? The best student in my class? And he did what, exactly?" the man asks.

"He came in here, yelling at my friend," Casey points to Edwin.

"Is that so?"

Casey rolls her eyes at his condescending tone and continues. "Yes. Then, Chris…topher tried to punch him."

"Twice actually," Ann adds.

"But, Edwin only got hit once. Then—"

"Then," the girl, Ann, butts in again, "he asked Casey before he hit Chris."

Casey glares at Ann and turns back to the professor. "Just get Christopher out of here. I don't want to talk to him."

"Alright. Mr. Venturi? Perhaps you should go to the nurse," he suggests.

"I'm fine," Edwin moves, allowing the professor to escort Christopher Davenport from the dorm. "Sorry I'm late," he grins half-heartedly at Casey.

"Uh-huh," she teases him. "Sure, you're sorry."

"I am," he pouts. "But I just got beat up. Forgive me if I'm having trouble appearing sincere."

All of the girls laugh, reminding Casey that they had an audience.

"Are you okay?" she asks quietly.

"I'm fine," he smiles, realizing that the stares of the girls in her dorm were making her uncomfortable. "Do you still want to go to dinner?"

"Yes," she answers, grabbing his hand to pull him up from the floor.

"Thanks," he says, letting go of her, and walking to the door. "Ladies," he waves and leaves.

"You have to tell me everything," Bianca reminds her.

"Mmm-hmm," Casey walks outside, joining Edwin.

"So, was that your boyfriend?"

"He isn't anymore. I'll tell him tomorrow."

"You were dating Christopher Davenport? You, the Keener of London, were dating another keener? Your tastes certainly have changed since high school," Edwin comments.

"Yeah," Casey says. "At least I knew what to expect from the jocks."

"Pathetic attempts to sleep with you?"

Casey smiles ruefully. "I never did, you know."

"I know. Derek knew too," he mentions.

"Why does that matter?" she asks.

"Well, he was already offended that you 'invaded' our house. Then, you completely ignored his advances. You never dated him. I mean, you dated the captains for the football, basket ball, and baseball teams, and some of his fellow hockey players."

"We were step-siblings. It was incest."

"Technically, it wasn't. But, you both knew that, didn't you? You just didn't discuss the fact that incest is only between blood relatives, because it would've messed up the little lie you created for yourselves."

"Ed, he knew I didn't see him like that."

"That made him feel even worse. No offense, Casey, but the jocks considered you a challenge. I think they even had bets on who'd uh, get you in bed first. He took the brunt of a lot of teasing for choosing to respect you."

"Respect me? Ed, he'd didn't give me an ounce of respect the whole time I was in the house! Besides, I never slept with any of them or anything. I only made out with a couple—"

"Oka-ay, don't need to know," Edwin bumps her elbow with his.

"Sorry. Continue."

"But, it was still a challenge to see if any of them could steal more than a couple of kisses. One of them, Max actually, started bugging Derek, saying that, if he just tried, he could win the bet."

"How did I never know that? I went out with Max," Casey asks.

"Anyways, I can't tell you the whole story, you'll have to ask Derek."

"What?"

"After we eat, do you want to go see him? I have to get home first, but…" Edwin stops talking as his cell phone rings. "Excuse me."

Casey hears his side of the conversation.

"Yes, this is he… I'm his brother… I'll be there right away. I have to pick up—" he glances at Casey "—something from home first… Oh? Well, umm. I'll still want to talk to him. Thank you," he hangs up.

"What's wrong?" Casey asks.

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong! Derek's awake!" Edwin grabs her arms and spins her around. "Do you mind grabbing something to eat later?"

"Yeah. That's fine. It's wonderful," she says. "What do you have to get from you dorm?"

"I'm in an apartment, actually. It's more comfortable for me and Alexi," Edwin comments, walking Casey towards his car.

"Oh. Who's Alexi?" she asks, sitting down.

"Derek's daughter."

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