I own nothing.

"Derek! Get out of the Bathroom!"

"Casey, can you wait like 10 minutes?" Derek called from inside of the bathroom.

"No, Sam is going to be here in 5 minutes. So no, I can't wait."

"Chill out. I'm done," he said stepping out. Looking no different than he did when he went into the bathroom.

"You spent half an hour in the bathroom? What did you do? Spray Look-Exactly-Like-Derek stuff on you?"

"My hair just wasn't bouncy enough for my date with Susan," Derek said giving me a smug smile, "Susan needs a special kind of bounce."

"How disgusting."

"Not as disgusting as you dating my best friend," Derek said pushing me with his shoulder as he walked by.

"UGH! I hate you!"

"Right back at ya, sis!"

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"So, how was your date with Sam, last night?"

"Huh?"

"Sam? Your date? Last night?"

"Oh. I'm sorry, Emily. Just look at Derek hitting on those girls. He thinks he can have anyone he wants."

"'Cause he can."

I look at Emily. She's totally in a trance staring at Derek.

"Come on, Em. We have a minute before English."

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"You never answered my question," Emily whispered.

"What question?" I whispered while still trying to take accurate notes.

"How was your date?"

"Uh, fine."

"Just fine?"

"Well, no. Kind of boring. Sam and I have grown completely apart, lately. And I don't know what's up."

"Shame."

"Casey and Emily. Is there something you would like to share with the whole class?" Mrs. Wells asked.

"Uh. Well..." I stumbled until I heard the door open. Everyone's head spun around.

"Sorry, I'm late, Teach. Kind of lost track of tongue.. I mean, time." The class laughed at Derek's lame joke. How typical.

"Mr. Venturi. Take a seat, please. I do not appreciate you interrupting my classroom."

"Fine, Fine, Fine."

As soon as the class started the lesson up again, after Derek's rude interruption. I scribbled Emily a note and passed it to her. Only to have it dropped at the side of her desk. Great.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Derek whispered as he slumped in his chair and stepped on the note and dragged it towards him. He picked it up and read it. He smirked at me. Ugh. That disgusting Derek Smirk. Suddenly, the bell rang.

As soon as I walked out, Derek popped in front of me with the note in his hand, "Aw. You and Sammy Boy aren't connecting well? You know what the problem is?"

"Derek. Right now, I really don't need to hear another one of your perverted sex remarks. Good bye." I opened my locker. A hand reached out to slam it back shut. I turned around.

"The problem isn't the sex. It's the lack of, that's the problem," Derek said with his hand still on my locker.

"So what? He's been pressuring me all week. I'm sick of it, and if he doesn't respect me, then there's no use of even doing it at all."

"Do what you want Case. It's not my business," he finally took his hand off my locker.

"That's right." The bell rang, "Great, Der you made me late to French."

"Here's some French for ya, 'Voulez vous coucher avec moi' ," Derek said quickly backing up.

"Derek, go away! God!" I said while quickly walking to class.