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First Kiss

Casey MacDonald brushed her waist-length hair back and pulled it up off her neck. It had been a long hot day in August and she had just gotten finished practicing volleyball on the school's outside court. Grabbing the ball and her water bottle she headed towards the girl's locker room to shower off.

She wasn't a violent person so that was how she dealt with her anger, spiking the volleyball over the net in brief spouts of anger, the volleyball standing in for the person's face. Normally her anger was directed towards one person, Derek Venturi. This time had been no different.

Today her boyfriend, Ethan, had gotten sent home from school with a bloody nose, and two black eyes. Already upset, she had heard through the grapevine that it had been Derek who had done it.

She had looked for him all afternoon-ready, for once, to inflict some major bodily injuries, but hadn't been able to find him anywhere. Hence she spent an hour after school ferociously attacking the poor volleyball.

Minutes later she emerged from locker room, clean and feeling refreshed.

She walked down the hallways, glad for the peace and quiet. They were void of the students that usually filled them. Stopping only to grab her bag on the way out, she walked outside to her car.

Sensing someone watching her she turned to see Derek leaning against one of the walls of the school. She set her stuff down and furiously stalked up to him.

He calmly watched her approach, shifting his position slightly so he could see her better.

"Derek Venturi, I cannot believe you!" She yelled.

"What did I do this time?" He smirked.

"You beat up Ethan!" She growled.

Now standing closer to him, she could see that he hadn't escaped the fight unscathed. He had a black eye. Good. At least Ethan got one good hit in.

"Yeah, I did." He nodded slowly.

"Why?" She asked impatiently.

"Why what?" Derek asked, playing the dumb card.

"WHY DID YOU BEAT UP MY BOYFRIEND?" She screeched.

"Oh that. He deserved it." Derek declared.

Casey sighed disbelievingly. "Oh yeah, sure he did."

She jabbed him in the chest. " Now tell me why you did it! I want the truth this time."

"That was the truth." Derek shrugged.

"DE-REK!" Casey screeched again.

"Would you please cut the insanely loud shrieking out? They are going to think I'm murdering you or something!" Derek glared at her.

She glared back. "Then tell me what happened."
"Why don't you ask your boyfriend what happened?" Derek asked.

"He won't tell me." Casey replied.

"Fine then. Remember you asked for it! After hockey practice today the guys were talking and I overheard Ethan saying that he was going to 'get lucky' tomorrow night on your date. I asked him what the heck he was talking about and he winked at me and said you should know. I asked him what he meant by that and he proceeded to tell me that before he started dating you, you were the easiest girl in the whole school and that I had probably already gotten 'lucky' with you, then asked how you were.

So I proceeded to punch the crap out of him. A couple of times. Lucky for me, he hits like a girl, and he only gave me one black eye." Derek finished explaining. "You sit there and tell me that I'm a cad and a pervert and all this time it's your boyfriend that is. Ironic, isn't it?" he smirked.

Casey shook her head. "I don't believe it." She started to walk away. A little tinge of doubt crept into her mind. She decided to call Ethan and find out whether it was true or not.

Taking her cell phone out of her pocket, she dialed Ethan's number. It rang a couple of times and Ethan answered.

"Ethan did you tell the guys on your team that you were going to get lucky with me?" She demanded as soon as he said hey.

There was an uncomfortable silence coming from the other end.

"Did you?" Casey asked in near panic.

"Well…sort of." He answered.

"It's a yes or no question."

"Yes I did." Ethan finally replied.

"Bye Ethan. For good." Casey ignored his apologies and pleas and hung up. Fighting back tears and telling herself he wasn't worth crying over, she faced her next impossible task…thanking Derek and apologizing to him.

She turned back to Derek and walked over to him. "Thank you…you know, for defending my honor." She said softly, shyness taking over. After all she had just screamed at the guy who had stood up for her. "I can't believe he told you guys that. He knows that I'm staying pure. I can't believe he actually said I was easy." She shook her head. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"It's no big deal." Derek stated, looking down at her, with an unreadable expression on his face.

"I-" She was cut off by the unexpected pressure of Derek's lips on hers.

Without thinking about what she was doing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

Derek's hands fell to her hips and without breaking the kiss he switched places, putting her where he had been.

Softly pushing her against the wall, he continued to kiss her as she tangled her fingers in his unruly hair.

Derek finally broke the kiss, needing air.

He looked down at Casey's flushed face and red lips and leaned down to kiss her once more.

She sighed against his mouth. "Derek."

He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. They stood there for a moment, just staring at each other.

Then Casey reluctantly came to her senses.

"I have to go." She told him breathlessly.

"Casey…wait." He grabbed at her arm to stop her but she had already gotten out of his reach.

She stumbled back to her car, almost tripping over her forgotten bag. She climbed into her car and tried unsuccessfully to start it. She glanced down and realized that she probably needed to wait until her hands stopped trembling.

What just happened? She thought aloud. Looking out the window she saw that Derek had already disappeared. "I kissed Derek. I kissed Derek!" She said to herself disbelievingly.

She had no idea what had come over them both.

She touched her lips; they felt like they were on fire.

Her feelings dangled on the line between pleasure and disgust. She couldn't tell which one she was leaning toward.

Amazing was one word to describe that kiss. Completely amazing.

She leaned back and sighed. She was definitely leaning towards the pleasure.

She sat there in her car for what seemed like an hour, but in reality 15 minutes. Her hands had stopped trembling, her skin had stopped tingling, and her lips felt normal again. Shaking her head, she started her car and left the parking lot.

She didn't know what had just happened, but she did know that nothing would ever be the same again.

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