A/n Sorry about the wait, people. I've had some major writers block with this chapter. There have been about five different ways this chapter was going to go. And then I thought of this, and it seemed to make the most sense. Everything else was just stupid and randomly put into the story. But I hope this is worth the wait.

This story is dedicated to seddierocks, who sent me messages and stuff, trying to get me to update. Sorry about the wait. 

Mistake 11

School again. Lunch had just ended and I didn't feel like going to back to class.

"Sam," I grabbed him as he started walking out of the cafeteria. "Ditch with me."

He stared at me for a couple seconds and then nodded. "Ok. Where to this time?"

"Let's go hide out in the gym."

We casually made out way through the building and the huge throng of students. The gym was in the back of school, on the other side of the courtyard. We snuck in through the back door, which led behind the bleachers. It was the perfect place to hide because nobody could see you unless they were looking. Or if you were stupid enough not to stay at the back, but to stand right next to the seats.

We barely sat down against the wall when Mrs. Pope's PE class came in. The first person I saw was Casey. She was wearing a pair of gym shorts and an old t-shirt. She did not look happy to be in that class.

"Why is Casey here?" I asked.

Sam looked up and saw her. "Oh, she said something about needing a PE credit to graduate. It was either this or swimming."

I looked at him. "She told you that?" I was suddenly jealous, thinking about Casey talking to Sam.

"Yeah. At the beginning of the semester, when she started the class."

"Huh." I looked back at where Casey was standing.

"Alright, class, let's stretch," I heard Mrs. Pope say. They all started stretching at the same time.

Sam chuckled. "Nice," he said.

I usually would have agreed with him. I'm a teenage boy, so I usually wouldn't be complaining about watching a group of girls stretch. But this wasn't helping my whole I-like-Casey issue.

But of course I couldn't help myself.

I will admit that I was checking out my sister.

I just won't admit it to anyone I actually know.

As I watched Casey stretch her legs, I suddenly started feeling very guilty. I could imagine Casey's disgusted face if she ever found out that there were a couple guys underneath the bleachers, checking out girls while they stretched.

"Maybe we should go," I suggested.

Sam looked at me. "Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "This just seems kind of perverted, you know? Hiding behind the bleachers and checking out girls while they stretch."

Sam looked at me like I had just said I was gay.

"Don't get me wrong," I chuckled, only a little nervously, "I love to check out girls, just not while we can't be seen. You know?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I guess that does seem kind of weird."

I breathed out a sigh of relief. I was glad he didn't look too far into it. Casey was having more of an effect on me than I would have liked.

"So, should we find another spot to hang out?" he suggested.

I nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

I led the way out from behind the bleachers. We were able to easily get to the back door without being seen, but we weren't expecting Mr. Wilson, the other PE teacher, to be standing outside the back door, talking to the vice principal. We both froze as they turned to look at us. I had the fleeting thought that we could run away. Sam and I could easily outrun both of them. But then I remembered that I would see them later anyway. Might as well get in as little trouble as possible.

Not that I care or anything…


"How many times do you ditch in a week, Derek?" Nora asked. I was sitting on the couch and she and dad were standing in front of me. They were both furious.

"Only about three or four times."

Dad suddenly looked like his head was going to fly off and hit the ceiling.

"I'm kidding!" I said, holding out my hands to calm them, "This is the first time." That's a lie, just so you know.

"We're going to have to punish you, you know that right?" Nora said calmly.

I was disappointed, even though I should have been expecting it. "Come on," I said, "I already got detention."

"You're grounded," Dad practically yelled at me. I jumped from the sudden outburst. "For two weeks."

I gaped at him. "Two weeks? I only got detention for one."

"Well maybe this will teach you not to skip classes when you're already failing," Nora told me.

I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Whatever. I'm going to my room."

I took the stairs two at time. When I got to the top and turned to head to my room, Casey walked out of hers. I froze as she started walking towards me.

"Hi," I said, like an idiot.

Casey stopped walking for a second and then looked at me like I was crazy. "Hi?" she said, more of a question than a friendly greeting. She continued walking, passing me and accidentally bumping my side as she did.

"Sorry," she said quickly. After she went downstairs I finally moved again.


I knew she was just doing it to torment me. To make me crazy. She knew I could barely stand it when she twirled her hair. And there she was, sitting across the table from me, gently twirling a strand of hair around her finger. And I couldn't grab her and kiss her to make her stop, like I usually could. This time we were sitting with family and I had to pretend like I wasn't attracted to her at all.

She looked at me and smirked a little.

Stop I mouthed to her. Please.

Her smirk grew and she bit her lip.

I tried just to look away, but my eyes kept finding their way back to her.

When dinner was finally over and Casey went to her room, I followed. I followed her into her room and slammed the door closed behind me. I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall.

"What do you think you're doing, driving me crazy like that?" I whispered against her lips. She giggled and I kissed her, hard.

After a few seconds, she pushed on my chest to make me stop kissing her. "I love making you want to kiss me."

"You don't have to try to do that," I told her, and kissed her again. I could feel her smiling against my lips.

When I woke up I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My mouth had been hanging open while I was sleeping, so I was ridiculously thirsty. I looked at the clock on my way out of my room. It was 2:30 in the morning.

Casey was in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of milk.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

She jumped and looked up at me suddenly. "I'm thirsty."

I walked around the island and reached for the milk carton. Before I could touch it, Casey snatched it up. "Get a glass," she demanded.

"No," I said and moved to take it out of her hands. She held it behind her back. I had not problem leaning close to her to try and get it. "Give me the milk."

We were standing about four inches away from each other. "No," Casey said, in what sounded to me, like a breathless voice.

I lowered my voice so it was deeper and quieter. "Give it to me, Casey."

And then her lips were pressed against mine.

My mind started spinning suddenly and I expected her to pull away as quickly as possible and slap me.

But I didn't remember leaning in to kiss her. I didn't remember moving at all.

She had kissed me.

And the thing that was on my mind?

Why hadn't the world imploded?