"HISTORY!?" Cassandra yells as she asks one of her classmates about the subject. On that note, she also receives her class schedule from fellow students as they educate her back again to know what was on her schedule separately.'Why the fuck did she take fashion designing as well!? What the hell, Cassandra!?' "Will there be any provision for me to change my uh... streams?" She was unsure of what they were even called. "Nope. Gotta stick to it for the rest of the Highschool babes." Says the boy. He was gay, she knew that much from the way he was acting.Suddenly, all the students scatter back into their places when the said history subject teacher enters.Cassandra, within five minutes of her classes, held her head and made various expressions which suggested that everything was going above her head. The teacher comes over to her desk several times, confused how her learning style changed over the weekend. "Alright then. That's all for the day. If anyone had any doubts- anyone, app
Cassandra fell sick to her stomach. Clutching the ceramic, she throws up all her food and sighs, sitting against the door whilst her legs spoke of giving up. She meekly wipes her mouth and makes a disgusted face. After gathering some energy, she gets up to flush the contents down and goes to wash her face and hands.Ravine... was an incarnate as well.She resembled her best friend so much that she couldn't believe she died in this generation to be reborn as the sweetest soul alive there.Was it all redemption?The Overlord's masterclass plan of some sort?Shaking her head, she stares at her own image in the mirror before wearing her bag and waking away briskly. All she wanted to do was get back home as soon as possible.She gets into the bus, maintaining the status of a non-Johnson as she catches the sight of Zayn from the moving bus."Shi- Mr. Bus! Wait!" She yells in front of the conductor who comes to punch in tickets. The conductor stares at her, stopping the bus as she gets down.
Her pussy clenched and unclenched with his dirty texts on the phone. After an hour of studying for her tests this week, she sees the text of Zayn at 11 in the night and continues to respond to him in an erotic manner. He couldn't stop either, creating scenarios with her and enjoying their spot created fantasies. Apparently, it was called a role-play.Suddenly, she hears a double knock on her door as she switches the headlamp on and attends the person. It was Dan, seeking some sort of womanly help from her. "So you wanna impress a girl?""Yeah.""Then I gotta know what kind of girl she is." He think for a while."Um... she's sexy and–" Cassandra drops her jaw at his description. Hitting him with the pillow, he bursts into laughter."Anything else!?" She asks, savagely."Okay. Okay! She's got a good heart and she likes pink." She goes blank again before saying, "That was better than before but... Okay. How does flowers sound? Especially red roses." Says she.And the night goes on for
Darla was shaking in humiliation. So many things in the last two days, from one girl. She knew no better than to take revenge on Cassandra. Strutting from the principal's office, she sees Ravine talking with her step brother. She waves at her, picking up her pace. Her goons have left the campus already, timely leaving at 2 pm as if their mothers will whoop their asses if they were not home by then. But in reality, all they wished was to get away from Darla's clutches, even if they knew they would come back in her den the next day again. "Ah. What's up." Ravine says coldly."Wow, did you forget your place or something? What's with your classmate?" Asks Darla."Are you talking about Our classmate, Cassandra?" "Yeah. Who else?" Ravine rolls her eyes behind her eyelids. She waves at her stepbrother who leaves and continues to talk with Darla. She wanted to discover who the hell was this new entity Cassandra has turned into."Fine. Let's do it. I saw her in the campus." Ravine reveals.
Coming back from school, Cassandra says goodbye to Mr. Ronald, the old and sweet driver, she enters her room and collapses on the bed. She held her heavy head, groaning for all the thinking she had to do to piece up the puzzles and make accurate lies.People may or may not believe what Ravine and Darla are oh-so keen on disclosing. It appeared that Cassandra won't be recognised as a Johnson unless there was an official statement given by the Johnson himself.Thinking about these events and the two girls made Cassandra close her eyes. Slumber caught up to her quickly, within a few seconds, she was sleeping for extensive hours.At 8 pm, her phone rings with Dan's ID."Yo, sleepyhead." He greets her."What is it...?" "Come to eat dinner. Or are you starving yourself?" She quickly glances at the time, grunting as she gets to her feet and goes to wash her face."I'm coming." She says, cutting the calls. Changing into baby blue pajamas and her hair tied up in a bun, she exits her room. Cas
Ravine was in bed with her love interest. She could do anything possible to keep him to her but somehow, she couldn't. She couldn't keep Alex to herself because they were in an open relationship and she wasn't going any closer to him than a regular bed warmer. But she loved him. She loved him a mountain of feelings, but he couldn't reciprocate them back to her.With a heavy heart, she sees Alex wear his clothes back as her core was throbbing for him again. He looked so hot, she thought."Wait-" He turns around coldly, "Did I do something?" She asks him."Think about it." Saying coldly, he walks away. She falls into deep thought. She wasn't given an opportunity to ask who his sister was either. As if he would confirm it by mouth himself."Tell dad I'll be home-" James Lee stops talking to his butler. The president of the campus and the campus football team captain clash. The butler leaves at once, given the hand gesture from his master."Banged my sister again?" Asks James Lee when Ale
Cassandra wakes up on the bed neatly made on one side. She smiles at the sweet memory of laying down on the bed peacefully with her father figure. She always wished to spend some time like this with her mother, but her mother was almost never available to neither of her children. Louis was affected the most, she could see. After all, his behavior was a reflection of what he's learned from his mother's absenteeism.She changes into her clothes and discovers Framton had gone for work. Saying her greetings, she leaves the mansion as well, being driven back to another empty mansion.She studies for a few hours, trying her best to gather notes from contacts and other sources.In the evening, however, she gets a call from an unknown person."Hello?" She lifts the calls to speak."Are you really the daughter of Framton Johnson?" The person asks enthusiastically. Cassandra hears boyish chitters in the background, she notices the mischief.Cutting the call at the speed of light, she switches
One which is named loyalty and pride was lost. Zayn explains to Framton about his reasoning with the behavior he exhibited. To abuse a girl for information and forcing her to tell the truth?"Where did I go wrong...?" Framton says, his fingers intertwined as his foreheads rests heavily on his hands. Zayn inhales sharply before sitting beside his grandpa. He apologizes for his wrong doings. He even gives his verdict to apologise to the girl next time he sees her."I... I promise I'll apologise to her, papa. Please don't blame yourself for my bad qualities." Because you weren't the one who raised me.The words he wanted to say never left his mouth. Instead, he looks at his own biological father sat across the couch, adjusting his spectacles as he turns towards them at the instance. Nick raises his eyebrows, a gesture to ask what was Zayn thinking. Zayn simply shakes his head, smiling softly."Papa. I... uh...""Say it." How does he say that he even skipped school, yelled at the school s
I could see a person jogging towards us from the corner of my eye. Of course, I didn't pay any heed to the person because it was immaterial. But as the person's panting was much clearer as he was getting closer, I widened my eyes. No...this is the worst possible scenario I could have been caught up into! "Cassandra..?" I stand up at once, looking at Zayn. He is panting, and he adjusts his spectacles before sighing. "Hey, Klarksman. What are you doing here?" Composing himself almost immediately, Zayn asks Mark who stands up as well."Just having a jog before going back to town, professor. What about you? This is such a small world, isn't it? I just bumped into her before you got to us." Mark says the truth. Zayn turns to look at me, and I nod...forcing a smile. It takes a few seconds for Zayn to respond as he says,"I agree with that. I was walking to my house and happened to see you both. Wanted to show up and say hello, but it seems like you're busy by yourselves." Zayn makes a sna
"What are you doing here, Mark?" I ask the man who tilts his head to the side. He looks around us as if trying to come up with an answer. "I hope this is a public space, haha. It's a park, if you didn't know that." He responds quirkily. I shake my head vigorously and repeat myself once again. "That's not what I mean— Leave it. It's ruined anyway." Defeated, I sit back down on the metal bench. "Oh...I sense trouble. If you want to tell me about something, I'm right here." Walking around me, Mark takes the space on the bench beside me. I keep staring at him. He takes his earphones out, stuffing them in his pockets. This young man has more patience than I could ever have. He waits for a whole few minutes before I speak. I explain the situation I am in. Of course, I didn't dare reveal his name. But Mark is now aware that I'm dating a corporate middle-aged man as soon as I turn 18. He nods his head, understanding my situation. "Have you...ever been in a relationship?" I ask Mark. Some
His eyes widen. I was right all along. He was feeling indifferent towards Mark since the day he met him but I never knew it for sure...until now. I cross my arms on my chest and glare at him. "Don't look at me like that. That is completely natural for me to feel as if you have clicked with Mark. He seemed to pique your interest. And honestly, you're not the only one, sweetheart. I mean, other girls look at him too—" I cut him off quickly. How dare he!? He realizes way too quickly and tries to control the damage he's done. But I was already scoffing at him, trying not to raise my voice. "Zayn. What do you even mean by that? Do you realize how that reflects on ME!?" He stands up at my words at once! He tries to approach me, but I swerve from his touch swiftly,"Don't touch me, Zayn. Do you think I would be attracted to Mark just like all the other girls? How could you even think I would have eyes for another man while I've been waiting for you for two fucking lives!?" I scream at him
"Who was that, darling?" A gasp escapes my lips as I turn around to see Zayn entering the room. His eyebrows knot together, he closes the door behind himself. "Did I scare you?" He asks, chuckling...uncomfortably. "No, not at all! I was on a call with my um...friend. The new guy from England in our class?" I ask, feeling the tightness in my chest as I do so. What is wrong with me?"Uh-huh. Mark Klarksman. He had a splendid academic record on his mark sheet. What about him?" I hear him say and watch him approach me as he speaks. He now stands in front of me, arms folded against his chest. "About him...nothing special. He wanted to surprise me for my birthday yesterday, but since I haven't gone to school..." My words started fading as I couldn't express myself well. I hear Zayn sighing. It makes me lift my head to meet his gaze. "Please tell me what he's told you on the call." Sounding annoyed, Zayn asks me."He...wanted to hang out with me today since he would be leaving briefly to
Cassandra's POV The atmosphere around the room wasn't as awkward as I had expected. That made me chuckle and lighten the mood all the more. I'm pretty confident that Zayn would be able to handle his cousin for having a loud mouth!"He's the troublesome cousin you were talking about, right?" I lean towards Zayn, who had just sat down and asked. He adjusts on his seat, sighing his heart away. That gives me my answer. "Oh, the bread is really good." I felt the bread melt in my mouth before I commented. "That is our chef's favourite sourdough bread. He's become an expert at that!" Zayn responds to me. "It's so soft and warm and moist. Oh lord, I've never eaten a more delicious bread than this!" I exclaim, but looking at Zayn's pervy face, I roll my eyes. "I know what else is soft and warm and moist, baby girl." I knew that was coming from his mouth. The breakfast concludes quickly yet I'm full to my chest! It was so fresh, scrumptious and nothing but perfection. Although, I leave Zay
Curse my blindness. Cassandra and I look at each other and back at the door. The man who just entered has seen my junk and everything! It was such an awkward position as well! "I think he's seen all of it," Cassandra says, dangling my spectacles in front of me. I wear it, bringing myself back to earth. Was it Ronan, perhaps? He's probably the only one who hasn't met Cassandra yet. And they're almost the same age as well. He's just one year older, or I suppose. "Don't bother. He's just your cousin!" Chuckling as she wakes up, Cassandra assures me. Suddenly, her body intertwined with mine as she got on top of me, naked. "The door is still open, might as well remind you," I say, watching her adjust as I hold her waist. "And I don't care, might as well remind you." Cassandra sassily repeated my words as a smile just couldn't help but burst into a smirk on my lips. I cover her back with the sheets, covering myself as well."I like this confidence in you," I say, letting her take my spe
Cuddled up in our bed, I see the woman snoring softly under my arm. Her head rests on my chest. She looks so peaceful...We haven't done anything that she didn't want to do. Poor Cassie. She fell asleep right after we made out. She didn't even wait until I came back from the bathroom with a wet towel in my hand. I will remember this night forever.Well, we are still virgins even after what we did. I'm nowhere close to disappointment, although I can figure out that Cassie would wake up feeling upset. I will reassure her with all I've got. Thinking about assuring her while still smiling from within is going to be tough tomorrow. There is one thought that is keeping me up right now. No, it isn't directly about Cassandra or anyone I am familiar with. It's the new kid. He has been in my head since forever. It has been just one day, admittedly, but the way Cassandra interacted with him had thrown me under the bus. It made me realize.. that fate played a mysterious game once again and is
Zayn's POV "Come," one hand under her head as the other extends out to call for me. I gulp, excitement rushing through my body and quite literally where it is exactly supposed to go. I catch her gazing down at my manhood, her smile falls quickly. "Don't worry," I chuckle and say, "Its not going to hurt." "It won't fit for sure..." She says, her expression being surprised,"I will make it fit." That's it. I sound confident and it assures her the way it would. My bed is considerably huge. As a tall man myself, I needed something which coukd accommodate all of me. Tonight is the night I've dreamed of quite literally every time my head hit the pillow. Im ashamed to share it as it is, but as a teenager, I touched myself violently every night, right here on this bed, thinking of what I'd do to HER. The love of my lives, with Cassandra. I lay stomach down on my bed, the scent of her body engulfing me from all sides. I take a shamelessly deep sniff, making her chuckle. "You smell heavenl
Cassandra's POV I gulp heavily. Tonight...I had finally turned 18. I am a legal adult! The night of our union is close as I could feel the tension between us. Zayn and I couldn't stop touching each other for the entire party. Of course, no one could have known about it since it was just us, in our little sphere. I lick my lips, staring straight ahead at Zayn. It is dusk for the party, the vibe is fading around the backyard of the prestigious Johnson estate. "Mom, have a stay here. We can go back to our house tomorrow morning!" I insist mom as she looks at uncle Alex. I know their love story. I was Cassandra Johnson in their timeline. Zayn comes up behind me and steals me away from my mother and potentially my stepdad! "Whoa! What was that!?" I ask, trying to catch my breathe. We ran thriugh the corridors of his mansion, the Johnson Estate suddenly seems bigger than I remember it to be. "Don't tell me anything right now, Cassandra. You're finally mine. I can call you mine now..."