Author's NoteThis is my second Dasey fic. Yay! I do have a habit of updating quickly, so no need to be patient with me. Once I get rolling on a story, I go quicker than you can review. I challenge someone to keep up with me! The first chapter is short, and I plan for all my first chapters, besides one-shots, short chapters. It is supposed to hook you, and I hope this one does. I am up for any help you are willing to give! Read and Review Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will write three chapters and if I get good reviews then I will continue!! PS I am up for anything to be fixed. Constructive comments are my friends!!

DisclaimerI barely own my own room. Why would I own Life with Derek? Want to, can't, want to die because I can't, but life goes on! Hooray!

Derek bounded into the bathroom before Casey could get to it, and then shut and locked the door. He smirked to himself as she banged on the door. Slowly, he sat on the floor and tied, untied, then retied his shoe until she stopped banging and yelling. Her shadow removed itself from below the door and he left quietly, and then shut it behind him.

Oh, he loved to torture her so much. Something about the way her cheeks got red and how her eyes changed colors when she glared into his eyes. It was the only time she would look at him now-a-days, ever since what happened two months ago. He knew that she thought of it every time she saw him, so she would try to pretend he wasn't there. His antics got more intense, just so she would notice him. It actually hurt, but he would never admit that to anyone, especially someone who hated him.

Derek grabbed his jacket and got into the car and started it. An annoying tapping sounded in his ear. He looked towards the window and saw Casey staring down at him with her arms crossed. Derek rolled down the window and smirked, hiding his mild worry.

"Yes?"

"You know full and well that I am supposed to get a ride from you every morning. I don't like it, you don't like it. I got over it, can you?" Her head bobbed to the sentence.

"Fine. Get in." She walked around and opened the passenger door.

"Back seat please." He leaned his head back, ready to accept her words. She closed the door hard and got into the backseat. Derek was disappointed. Why does she have to be like that? How do I get her to fight like we used to? "You know you could've gotten in the front." He said over the music, as they headed to school.

"You asked me to sit in the back." Casey replied simply, looking out the window. He kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

"I was trying to play around with you."

"No, that's you being a jerk. Like always. I'm used to you picking fights with me." There was silence. He wondered if she used the bathroom like she wanted, but he didn't ask. They pulled up into the parking lot of the school and he turned to look at her. She didn't move her eyes from the school.

"I need help with homework. Tutor me?" Derek inquired. Maybe I will find a way to make it better, without actually apologizing to her.

"What do you want with my help? Maybe you could get a cute tutor girl who will make out with you instead of actually doing any real work."

"That is why I asked you and not some cute tutor girl." Casey looked hard at him, contemplating whether or not she should. "Come on. I need your help." Derek made a puppy dog face, hoping that it would get a positive reaction.

"I'll think about it." She got out of the car before he could say anything. He wanted so bad to just find the right words and apologize, but apologizing made him feel weak.

Why can't I just say I'm sorry Casey, for locking lips with another girl after you told me how you really felt…?