A/N: Originally a OneShot, though more chapters are coming soon! (: Rated for language and adult themes in later chapters. This is my first fanfic so be nice? R&R! xo. dolliexcat
Casey brushed the last bit of lip gloss across her bottom lip and stood back to admire her work in the mirror. The transformation was complete. Casey wore a dark red halter-top and a small black mini-skirt with a pair of heels she'd just acquired at the mall one day previously. Her hair hung in loose, professional looking curls around her face and even her make-up was done up a bit farther today. She smiled to herself.
Why was she getting so dressed up today, anyways? Max had already seen her in sweatpants and a tank top two days before, so she couldn't have been dressing up for him. Another face flashed into Casey's mind that made her frown inwardly. The dark, messy hair and mischievous expression gave him away immediately. The face she saw was Derek's.
"No," she said aloud, staring hard at her reflection, "No, I didn't do it for him.. No, I did it for Max." her reflection looked back at her, unconvinced.
"Didn't do what, for who?"
Casey whirled around to see Derek himself standing in her doorway, he too was dressed up more than usual, wearing a dark leather jacked Casey didn't even know he owned. How long had he been standing there in the doorway? Had the door been open the whole time, or had he opened it?
"Nothing, Derek!" she said irritably, "And have you ever heard of knocking? Jeez."
Derek rolled his eyes, "Well if you're done playing Barbie doll and talking to yourself, we've got a party to go to. Max and Kendra are downstairs."
Casey was relieved to find a change of subject, and expected Derek to disappear out of the doorway now to give her room to exit.. But he didn't.
She moved towards him slowly, and as she pushed her way out of the door frame, she found herself momentarily trapped between his hard, warm body and the door frame. Casey had been fully prepared to shoot him a smart remark, but as she looked up into his eyes.. She was lost.
He was staring down at her like he could see straight into her soul, like he had heard her thoughts earlier, as if he had known she'd dressed up all for him.
His eyes were intense, dark and swirling, as if they were contemplating something, they looked almost torn.
Everything happened in slow motion then, Casey could see his neck bending... He was leaning down towards her.. That dark, sexy hair in front of his eyes-
"Hey, guys! You coming or what?!" the voice of Max could be heard from the stairs, and as soon as he jogged up, Casey shoved her way out of the door jam and ran towards Max.
"Max!" she cried eagerly, hurrying towards him, trying to clear her mind from what just happened, - or did that really, actually happen at all?!, "Let's go." she said quickly.
Max took Casey by the hand and waved casually over his shoulder, "You're coming, Right D? You're driving tonight."
An urgent pull on Max's wrist told him Casey wanted to get out of there, but he could've sworn Derek's voice sounded almost flushed as he said, "Yeah. Be there in a second."
LATER
The party had been going on for only three hours, but Kendra had already drunken so much beer, she'd rendered herself unconscious. Not that Derek really minded anyway. He was distracted all night by the strange thoughts that'd been stirring inside of him for the past couple of days.. Was he actually starting to have feelings for - ?
"Derek!" a voice called to him from across the room. Derek turned to see the figure of Casey's friend Emily bobbing towards him, beating to the music with drunken eyes, "Derek! You made it!"
Emily threw her arms around Derek and she reeked of alcohol. He tried not to gag as she babbled in his ear about how much gossip had been floating around the party tonight.
Derek detatched Emily's arms from his neck and looked her in the eye, "Yeah, Em. That's great. Hey, have you seen Casey?"
Emily usually would've been offended by this brush off, but she was way too drunk to even care, she waved her arms dramatically, "Oh, I've seen Casey alright! I've seen more of Casey than I've ever seen in my life!" she cackled loudly and continued waving her arms about, "I'm sure Max has seen a lot more of Casey tonight too!"
Derek's expression hardened and he pulled Emily's arms to her side, forcing her to look him in the eye again, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Emily cracked up again, "Casey's wasted! I mean, you saw her when she got here, she was hardly wearing anything to begin with. At this rate, she's probably completely naked on top of Max and I'm sure he's-"
Derek cut her off, disgusted, "Stop. Emily. Stop." Emily looked at him, her bleary eyes wide as she attempted to pay attention, "Where exactly are Casey and," he gritted his teeth, "Max?"
Emily pointed to the staircase, "Master Bedroom, I think."
Derek's feet were moving before he'd even made a conscious decision, he was up the stairs within the same second, That sick, fuck! That stupid pervert! How dare he! He'd better get his hands off Casey or I'll rip him limb from limb! He stopped suddenly, in mid-stride, and a foot and a half away from the master bedroom. Wait.. Why do I even care?
He paused, trying his best to think logically for his explanation, Casey is my step-sister. I care about her like a brother cares about a sister. Of course. Yes! That's it. I wouldn't want Max's hands on Marti either.
Derek stopped. His words sounded like BS even to him. But he didn't want to think about it any longer, he could hear a drunken giggle inside the bedroom door, and his insides ignited. He slammed through the door and saw Casey lying on the bed in the center of the room, a beer bottle in her hand, and her lip gloss smearing down her face. She giggled again.
"Yay! Derek's here," she cheered drunkly, "Now it's a party!"
"Casey," he said seriously, partially relieved to find her still dressed, but still angry, "Where's Max?"
Casey giggled and pointed to the bathroom door, "Freshening up."
"What did you guys ...do?" his voice was slow. He could envision himself now pinning Max to the floor and throttling him until his brains shot out of his ears.
"Nothing yet," Casey hiccuped, "He said he had to get ready first. Boys are so silly!" she giggled, and hiccuped again, "But now you're here, Derek! You can join us!"
Derek marched over to the bed and grabbed Casey by the waist, hoisting her over his shoulder and carrying her out of the room. She giggled as her beer flipped over in her hand and she cried loudly, "Uh oh! Beer goes bye-bye!" she was giggling and hiccuping as Derek carried her through the hallway and pulled her into the only empty bedroom he could find.
He locked the door behind him and threw Casey down on the bed. Her top and skirt were both unevenly set on her body now, and anger shot through Derek's veins as he thought of how much he'd like to strangle the little punk Max just about now.
"Casey, you need to go home," he said seriously, "Now."
Casey laughed and kicked her feet, "Why, Derek? I'm having so much fun! Beer is such a funny thing!" she held up her empty beer bottle and shook the last drop into her mouth, then stared cross-eyed at the bottle for another minute before she erupted in another giggle fit.
This was so unlike Casey, she was always the responsible one. When did Derek start caring?
"Casey, You're drunk." he said firmly, "You need to get out of here before you do something stupid."
Casey stood up, wobbling a bit, "No, Derek. I'm not drunk." her words were slurring but her eyes were focused on him, "I can prove it to you!"
She wobbled towards him, and when she stood before him, he couldn't help but think how beautiful she still looked, even now.
"You wanna know a secret?" she said, staring up at him.
He placed his hands on her waist just so she wouldn't fall into him, but he kept on eyes on hers as he answered, "What?"
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
Derek didn't even get a chance to ask what, for in the next second, Casey leaned in and kissed him.
He wanted to push her away. Tell her she didn't mean it. She was drunk. But her lips were moving on his. They were soft, and wet, just like he'd always imagined. The alcohol was strong in her breath, and he wondered idly how many drinks she'd had. But still, he was paralyzed. Her tounge slid easily into his mouth and he let her in. She was taking his breath away. Where did she learn to kiss like that?! He could feel her body leaning into his and he wanted badly to hold her tighter, but finally, he pushed himself away from her, gasping for air.
Casey smiled, her blinking was slow, "What'd you do that for, Derek?" she said, leaning towards him again, "I was having fun."
Derek let go of one of her hips and pressed the back of his hand against his lips. He could still taste her. But he knew it was wrong. It was so wrong. And she was drunk! He would be taking advantage of her if he let her kiss him again. Besides, this time, he may not be able to stop.
"Casey," he groaned, "You can't do this.. You can't just.."
Casey was shaking her head, she looked as though she was about to say something, but she didn't get the chance to, she hardly got one word out before she collapsed into his arms. Unconscious.
Derek sighed and held her limp body in his grasp. Okay, so he'd have some explaining to do to Nora and his dad, but at least she didn't have to taunt him this way. At least he could resist her this time.
He pulled her limp body into his arms, cradling her gently as he opened the door, walked down the stairs, found his car in the parking lot, and headed home.