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2024-10-29 19:42:56Cassandra
I smirk, watching a distressed Crayvin run his fingers through his disheveled hair. His eyes meet mine through the side mirror, and without even thinking, I raise my middle finger and flip him off. I scowl when I see him laughing since that is not the reaction I would've liked to have seen.Drew chuckles by my side and I turn my head to face him. "That's not the usual reaction Crayvin gets from women. They normally moan awe's and ooh's when they see him. Basically they flip their skirts up, not their fingers.""Well, I can promise you, Drew. I'm not what you're used to," I admit with a smirk.The light turns green and he presses the accelerator, giving a slight side smile. "I know. It's refreshing honestly. I like that about you." I feel my cheeks warm at his unusual compliment. Normally, a guy wouldn't be all too happy with the best friend not getting along with the girl.His car is comfortable for being as small as it isRelated chapters
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Cassandra"Good morning, Bernie," I greet through the speak thru in the bulletproof glass.Bernie's crow's feet expand as he smiles and gives me a faint wave. A small, light brown colored stain is visible on the collar of his white uniform top. Bernie presses the buzzer and I walk through the door."Good morning, sweetheart. How are you doing today? Oh, and what do we have here?" He asks, his smile widening as his eyes narrow in on the cup holder in my hand.I giggle and hand him one of the four cups. "Iced tea, of course.""My favorite. Thank you, Cassandra. You be safe out there, okay little lady," he remarks with a gentle smile. After I return it with one of my own, I bring my hand to my forehead and act as if I'm saluting him.I enter the office and walk towards my desk. A quick glance over at Crayvin's desk, which sits empty but makes my stomach turn. All morning I've been stressing on whether or not he would remember our
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CassandraSpirit week in high school was supposed to be fun. For a week, you can dress up to match the theme of the day instead of everyday school clothing. Each day allows us, students, to have fun and be nerdy without having to worry about the repercussions. Though, for me of course, it didn't go as well as I had planned. No surprise there.I finish curling my hair and add the final touch, the golden headpiece to match the dress. Today is a Disney theme, so naturally, I went with my favorite movie, Beauty and The Beast. I glide my hands over the sides of the layered ball gown and smile at my reflection. I chose not to eat for the last couple of days, hoping to fit into the dress a bit better, but with the zipper feeling as if it may blow at any moment, I guess it was no use.I turn slightly to see the back, and to my horror, my back fat is oozing over the material of the dress, the zipper about to implode.
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CrayvinToday has been anything but slow. We're barely about to reach the six-hour mark into our twelve-hour shift and we've already had thirteen calls. Granted, they've just been minor things, but still. Watching Cassandra walk out of Keva Juice with her weird-ass, green smoothie, I groan as the signal over the police scanner becomes audible once again with the dispatcher's voice.Dispatch: "Units available for possible four-five-nine, respond."Cassandra gets into the vehicle and buckles up, looking over at me and quirking her eyebrow in amusement. "Another one?" She asks.Argh."Sounds like it. Hope it's not another drunk walking around."All these damn public intoxicated calls are driving me mad. Damn Spring breakers. It's the same thing every year during this time. College kids come from all areas and party here in Phoenix and Lake Havasu.Cassandra nods her head in agreement as she
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Cassandra"Sissy, I don't think the place can get any cleaner," my sister says, looking around the apartment. "Seriously, it's spotless. Besides, if you keep cleaning, you're going to be all sweaty and gross when Drew gets here, and the dinner won't be done."I stop dusting the fan and step down from the stepladder. "Shit, dinner! I need to start cooking, what time is it, Tarra?" I ask while I rush to put away the cleaning items."It's four p.m," she replies and I gasp."Shit, shit, shit!" I walk down the hall to the bathroom, my steps padding hard against the carpet. Tarra laughs in the background, her laughter echoing into the hall. "You're enjoying this way too much," I call out before closing the bathroom door.As I remove my shorts and baggy shirt, my usual outfit I wear for cleaning, I turn on the shower and wait for the water to warm up.As I take a step into the shower, Tar
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Crayvin"Official?" I ask, grunting as I set the heavy-duty barbells in my grasp down. I sit at the edge of the weight bench, lean over to grab a white cloth on the floor, and wipe the sweat from my face.Drew gets off of the treadmill, resting his hands on his narrow hips and throws his head back in exhaustion. His chest heaves with hard breaths and he's sweating as much as me.It is nice having a best friend being in the same career field as you, especially when it is crucial you stay healthy and in shape. It is also nice when said friend lives in a fancy apartment complex that has a gym that I utilize to my advantage. Normally our conversations were about the woman we slept with the night prior and the crazy, kinky things we would do, or simply discussing fuckheads that we had to deal with work. Today's conversation was far from normal, leaving me baffled beyond comprehension."Yeah, I asked her last night," he says with an exasperated
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CassandraHigh 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 f
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Cassandra"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
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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
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CassandraI remember when my Dad would watch UFC fights and the loud sound of fists hitting faces and crunching bones would make me cringe.None of those fights compared to the sound Tarra made when her palm connected with Drew's cheek. The echo practically radiates through our apartment and I am eternally grateful it didn't cause Crayvin -who is still tending to the burning sauce- to come running out.Tarra's fiery gaze was enough to make me want to bunker down and cower, and I wasn't even the one on the receiving end of that glare."In case that slap across your face didn't knock some sense into your dense, Marshmallow ass, I'll repeat myself. What the fuck do you want?" Tarra spits.Drew releases a tear as he brings the palm of his hand over his now reddened cheek.Pretty sure the tear isn't from the slap though."I deserved that but look, I don't want to fight. I was hoping to have a word with Cassandra," he says and th
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Cassandra"Tarra!" I call out, scrunching my nose. "Mommy and Daddy are kissing again!" I whine, deliberately forcing myself to look into the contents of my cereal bowl, rather than my disgusting, groping parents.Tarra giggles as she joins us at the table, excitement in her eyes. "I can't wait to be in love," she coos.I stick my tongue out. "Eww, gross. Boys are nasty.""You say that now because you're only ten. Wait until you grow up, you will have a whole different outlook," Tarra argues.I shake my head, dismissing that thought, because... no. All the boys in my school are gross. I have seen some pick their nose and eat their boogies, scratch their booties while at recess, and the other ones are mean. They never leave me alone. My mother and sister say it's because they have a crush on me since they act like that, but I beg to differ.If you like someone, why would you be m
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