The idea of this just kind of came to me, so I thought, 'What the heck.' and wrote it down.
I hope you likey!
Possible Dasey in later chapters. I'm thinking about it.
Casey walked out into the high school parking lot after school. She stood there for a moment, clutching her bag, while trying to balance a few school books. Where is Derek, now? she wondered as she looked around. He's supposed to drive me home.
Then she noticed him. He was leaning against his car, chatting with some busted red-head in a halter top. Typical Derek. He's such an idiot. She thought. She started to make her way across the lot toward him. That's when she caught a glance of them.
Two guys. One looked like he was a freshman, maybe a scrawny sophomore. He had scruffy brown hair and some freckles. Casey had never seen him before. The other guy looked older, like a senior. He was wearing a blue trucker hat, and his black hair stuck out in tufts at every angle. Casey didn't recognize him either.
She was a bit away from them, but she noticed that the older guy looked like he was bothering the smaller one. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but she could hear them talking. Neither one looked happy. Then the older guy shoved the scrawny boy.
Oh great. Casey thought, still striding toward Derek, but walking a little slower to see what was going on with the guys. Juvenile guys pushing and shoving. How typical.
But then the scrawny boy was shoved again, this time harder. He fell to the ground. But the older guy pulled him back up by his collar, and shoved him against a near-by car. There was fear in the scrawny boy's eyes. Casey clearly heard him start to scream, "HELP!HELP ME-" But then the older boy seemed to shove into the other boy again, and the scrawny boy's eyes widened, and he let out a gasp.
Casey had completely stopped walking. She was watching from behind a car. She watched as the older boy stepped away, and gasped at what she saw. He was holding a knife. The scrawny boy dropped to his knees, then fell on his back. He was clutching his gut. His hand was covered in blood that was gushing out of a wound. The older guy quickly dropped the knife, which was covered in blood, and ran off.
Casey dropped everything, and ran toward the bleeding boy. "Oh my God, oh my God!" she said as she knelt down over the boy. His shirt was covered with blood, and some was dripping to the cement beneath him forming a pool under him. Casey didn't know what to do. She touched his arm. He was cold. She checked for a pulse. It was barely there. Then she screamed the only thing she could think.
"Casey. Casey. Casey!" Casey felt someone shaking her. She sat up. She was in her bed. In her room. She couldn't breath, and she was drenched in sweat. She looked to see that Derek had been the one shaking her.
"It was just a dream...thank God, it was just a dream." Casey panted.
"Yeah, well Nora sent me up hear to wake you up. You need to get ready for school." Derek said. Then he walked out of her room, closing the door behind him.
Casey sat on her bed for a bit. She wiped sweat off of her forehead before making her way to the bathroom to get ready for school. She brushed her teeth and got dressed. She tried to push the dream away, but it stuck to her. Most nightmares scared Casey, but when she woke up, she was fine, but this one...it disturbed her. It wasn't even one of the worst she'd had, but yet it replayed in her mind over and over.
Casey made her way downstairs to grab a quick breakfast. She wanted to get the day started. Maybe if she was preoccupied at school she wouldn't think about the dream.
"I heard you, you know." Casey heard an all to familiar voice from behind her as she was looking for her favorite granola bars in a cabinet.
"Excuse me?" she said, not bothering to turn around, instead continuing to search for the granola bars.
"You sort of yelled my name while you were asleep. I was trying to wake you up, and you yelled my name." Derek said.
"That's because I was having a nightmare." Casey said sarcastically.
"A nightmare with me in it...yeah that fits." Derek said. He reached past her and grabbed a box out of the cabinet.
"This what you're looking for?" he asked. He was holding the box of granola bars. It had been right in front of her face, and she hadn't noticed it.
"You wanna tell me what's on you're mind, MacDonald? Because you seem out of it. And when you were asleep, you looked really awful. Must have been one bad dream."
"I don't want to talk about it, Derek." Casey said, grabbing the box from his hands.
Derek held up both of his hands in mock surrender.
"Contrary to what you think, MacDonald, I can be nice, and I can care. I'm not a total Grinch." he said before sauntering out of the kitchen.
Casey tore open a granola bar and took a bite, leaning against the counter. Not even a nice Derek shook the ever-playing dream in the front of her mind.
Casey walked out of her French class into the hallway flooded with students. She stepped in and let the current of students carry her toward he locker.
She had had a pretty good day, so far. After her first class, her dream was momentarily pushed aside.
Casey spotted her locker and stepped toward it. She had so many books on her she wanted to unload a few before heading to her next class.
"Hey." Casey heard Derek, again. Behind her, again.
"What do you need, Venturi?" Casey asked, slightly annoyed.
"What, I can't stop to converse with my favorite step-sister?" he asks, sounding more like himself than he did earlier, because this time his words were dripping with Derek sarcasm.
"Derek." Casey said, tiredly.
"Fine, I needed to know if you finished your English report, because-"
"Derek, you should know better than to ask me. Go ask one of your busted blond followers." Casey cut him off, closing her locker door.
"Ah, see, I would do that, but it's very unlikely that I'd get as good a grade from them as if I ripped off your paper." he said with a quirky smile.
Casey rolled her eyes as she started to walk away. Then she turned back to look at Derek.
"The answer is no, Derek." she said with a smile of her own. Then she turned back around to walk away, but she knocked into someone, sending them both to the floor.
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry." the boy she knocked into said.
"It's no problem. It was my fault, really-" Casey said. She began to get up, but then she got a look a who she bumped into.
Holy shit. she thought.
The boy she bumped into was just a boy. She had never see him before...no. She had seen him before. But not like this.
The boy she bumped into. The boy she watched scurry off shyly into the crowd of students. The boy that left Casey ghostly white, and sitting on the floor of the hallway, with people stepping over and around her...
Was the boy that had been stabbed in her dream.