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Even Angels Have Their Devils

"Yes, Casey," Mrs. Snyder pointed to me.

"The dominant gene is red eyes, represented by a capital 'R'. There's a two to one ratio that the female flies will be heterozygous red eyed."

She smiled at me. "Very good, Casey. You're headed straight for that scholarship."

"Thank you, Mrs. Snyder."

"Thank you, Mrs. Snyder." Derek mocked. "Teacher's pet."

I simply smirked and kept my gaze straight ahead.

After class dismissed, I headed out into the hall followed by Derek and his goons.

"Hey Casey," someone waved.

"Casey, hi," another said.

"How are you?"

"What's up?"

"Hey."

"Sup?"

Everywhere I went people knew my name. Smart, pretty, popular. Every girls' dream. I knew plenty of girls that would gladly die to be in my shoes. But honestly, it wasn't what I looked forward to in life. Not the grades. Not the friends. Not the millions of guys pining for me. It was something more. Something I could never explain in words.

Later that night, I stepped into my room. He was already waiting. Silently, he pulled out a bottle and poured two glasses. I took one and sipped it before lying down in my bed beside him.

"You'll get that scholarship for sure. No doubt," he whispered.

"Let's not talk about school," I suggested and brushed his cheek with my fingers.

"What do you want to talk about?"

I took another sip of whiskey. "Let's not talk." That said I kissed Derek as we let the real world slip away and our own bliss consume us. Simply happy.

Fin

Oh all the Dasey goodness. I'm not sure if I feel comfortable with this one. Please tell me what you think. Flames welcome.