Cassandra
High school prom was just as beautiful as I had imagined it would be, better even. Shredded styrofoam and snowflake decals covered the entire maple hardwood flooring of the high school's gym, resembling snow, to match the Frozen in Time theme for prom. Blue metallic fringe backdrops clung to the walls, snowflakes hung from the ceiling, dangling as if they were falling from the midnight sky. A mixture of silver, white, and blue metallic balloons were paired and scattered throughout the gymnasium. White lantern sets were placed on the tables, an elegant addition to the ambiance of the blue strobe light, illuminating the magical theme.
I was lucky to be able to participate in prom, considering I'm only a freshman and a nobody. It pays off having a sister who's not only a senior but cool enough to take her little sister, even when half of the class had asked her to be their date."You're always looking out fCassandra"All that hard work I put in during nursing school, only to have to put my finger in someone's asshole," Tarra grumbles when she walks through our apartment door.I close myCity of Fallen Angelsbook after being sunk into the words of Cassandra Clare, and set it on my lap, laughing at her greeting. I'm not hysterically laughing, but this isn't the first time she's come home tired and complaining about something she had to endure while at work. The worst incident that I can recall, was when she came home completely traumatized by a hysterectomy. Before that, I never knew what the hell a hysterectomy was, and could've gone my whole life not knowing about the details."You know, most nurses would've usually gotten used to all of this stuff by now."Tarra sets her purse down on the wooden dining table and then plops down next to me on the couch, the white cushions sinking under her weary body. "Theyact
CassandraWhen I wake up, I'm lying belly down with my arms holding a pillow against my cheek. The pillow is soft but doesn't smell like my detergent or strawberry-scented shampoo. Instead, sandalwood and a faint smell of smoke fills my nose. I open one eye when I hear a rustling noise, then turn my body around and sit up, realizing that I'm still in Drew's room. I internally groan, knowing this is going to earn some comments from my sister."Morning," Drew says groggily, taking a seat at the edge of the bed."Morning." I pull his blue and white checkered comforter up to cover my top half. My thin camisole does little to prevent the morning chill coming from the open balcony door from hitting my chest.I watch as he finishes tying his bootlaces before leaning over to kiss me. "I've got to head to work for an extra shift, but I made a pot of coffee if you want some. I'll see you later." And with that, he leaves. Almost immediately after hi
Crayvin"Fucking hell," I groan, grabbing a fistful of long blonde hair and winding it between my fingers as I finish in her mouth.I stare at the ceiling, exhaling as I come down from the euphoric state that the blonde has put me in after giving me head. Kelley, I think her name was? The girl I met last night at Jax's Bar looks up from her knees, gives me one more smirk, then wipes her lips. Normally after I get what I need from women, I give them some coffee or water and send them on their way with an Uber, but this blonde was persistent and wanted to make me cum one more time before she left.And who am I to refuse that?I didn't even really feel up to going to Jax's last night, but after Drew said he was having Cassandra come over, I dipped out faster than possible. Kelley just so happened to be clinging to my arm and I had nothing better to do, so why not bury myself into a cute blonde?The blonde drinks her coffee while waiting
CrayvinAfter I park my truck in the gravel parking lot of Drew and Cassandra's complex, I turn off the engine and sit for a few minutes in silence. My mind is running all over the place, pondering over whether this may or may not be the worst decision I've made thus far.Am I really about to go inside Cassandra's apartment to eat and hang out? We're not friends and she's not just any woman, after all. Maybe that's why this is so difficult, trying to get along with her. She may be my best friend's girl, but we have a history. One, might I add, that I'm not particularly proud of.I need to show her that I'm not that guy anymore so we can try to get along with one another, at least for Drew's sake, and our job.Grabbing the bottle of wine that I bought for Cassandra and her sister, a peace offering if you will, I hop out of my truck and make my way to her apartment.Drew had texted me while I was at the market saying that he was alread
Cassandra"Good morning, Bernie," I greet his familiar face as I walk up to the front window of the department. Bernie lights up and smiles, revealing that front chipped tooth."Good morning, Miss Cassandra. Boy, you sure do have your hands full," he says, looking at the drinks in my hand. I have my green smoothie in one hand and three coffees and an iced tea placed in a cup holder in the other. "Let me help you with the door."Bernie pushes the buzzer and gets out of his seat to open the security door for me to enter. "Thanks, Bernie. The iced tea is obviously for you if you can grab it," I say, pointing with my eyes to the drinks."Thank you kindly. You guys have a meeting today I hear."I nod. "Sure do. Hey, has Crayvin come in yet?"Bernie looks puzzled as he nods slowly. "Yes, he came in about fifteen minutes ago. Should I be worried?" He asks, pointing to the one coffee cup that says 'I'm Sorry' on it. I wrote it w
Cassandra"You've got to be kidding me," I groan to myself in the bathroom stall.Once again, the janitor forgot to restock the toilet paper in the women's bathroom. It shouldn't come as a surprise, being that I'm the only female officer here. When I first used this restroom, there were cobwebs everywhere and the space was basically just used as storage.As if this morning couldn't get any lovelier, I look down and realize my period has started. I tilt my head back and roll my eyes, annoyed at the world today. "Seriously?"I pull my phone out, wanting so badly to avoid doing this. At this point, I have no other choice.Me: Babe, I truly hate to ask you of this, but could you please go into my purse and get me a tampon and also, a roll of toilet paper. Janitor forgot. AGAIN. *eye roll emoji*Drew: *shocked emoji face* Uhm, yeah. I can do that right now.I sigh and put my phone away, waiting awkwardly for Drew to come
Crayvin"I'm just surprised that of all people to plan a night out, you and Cassandra did. No drama like last time right?" Drew asks over the phone.He's not wrong. The last time we all tried to hang out, the evening ended badly. I have more hope this time around. For the first time today, I actually had a good day at work with her. She wasn't a nuisance like she normally is. In fact, she made me laugh, but I'm still wondering what the hell a douche canoe is.She was in a good mood all day, minus the part when we got asked to do a police escort for a funeral tomorrow. They aren't all that bad. Funerals are always sad, no matter what, but after you've done a couple of escorts, you learn to ignore the knot in your stomach at the sight of all the crying family members. The worst one for me was when Miles had asked me to go along with Bobby for the funeral escort for Officer Porsse, Cassandra's father."I think it will be fine this time. I'll
Cassandra"Dinner is ready, Cassandra. I also bought your favorite dessert," my dad says with a wary smile when I walk through the front door. His hands gesture to the eggplant parmesan dinner that is plated on the dining table and a cheesecake in the middle. Tarra sits with her hands folded on her lap, her hazel eyes staring blankly at the wall.I set down my bag on the couch, which is heavy from the books I checked out from the library. I wash my hands and join my father and sister at the table. Even as we sit down, I can feel the tension in the air. It's so thick that it is practically sucking all of the oxygen out of the room.I pick up my fork, the smell of my favorite foods seep into my nostrils, which twists my stomach into an agonizing knot. A mixture of hunger arises along with bile that is threatening to come out if I eat this high-calorie meal. I set my fork down, sighing as I roll up my sleeves. I've b