It was her choice that she was crying against the wall.Her choice, that leads to her being sad for the rest of her life.She chose sadness over friendship, and it was her choice.And Alex was going to respect it.As Cassandra drove through the streets gently, keeping her emotions under check, she hears the teary-eyed man utter, "I love her too much now, Cassandra. If she chooses to abandon us, I'm not going to question it.""Do you want to see her suffer as well?" She asks later to which he responds with a sob. Halting the car to the side of the road, Cassandra pulls Alex into her hug. "I'm sorry. I can't believe she turned out to be so suggestive to her parents, Alex. You were right. You were damn right." "I've n-never been so defeated for being right in my life, Cassie. I love her so much..." Cassandra breathes softly. She was not the perfect person to console yet another broken heart. She thought it was best to deliver the boy to their family as they talk about his heartbreak.A
Ravine was at it again.But this time, on her own accord. She had no company and Darla was out of the picture completely.She began writing threatening notes for a week, building hate for the Johnsons as she stuffed Cassandra's locker with the notes.On the Monday, Cassandra was petrified to read such hateful notes. Who possessed such venom in their hearts for the words to flow through their pen like that?"Johnsons shouldn't have been made. They are cursed people." One letter read. "Family of sinners, a family full of lies and greed." The next one had read.Peter looks at the notes as well."I can't recognise the handwriting..." he thinks hard, nothing occurring to his memory. Cassandra tears the papers up, stuffing it into the dustbin as she comes back to her seat."I don't wanna think it could be Ravine. She doesn't stoop that low. But I'll ask the discipline head to watch over the corridors. Maybe we can find the culprit tomorrow." Cassandra says as the worrisome lad pats her sho
"That was such a dick move." Saying, she fishes her phone out to call a specific powerful person. Louis lifts the call, "Louis, can you track back a picture who's cyber bullying me?""Cyber bullying? What the fuck happened again?""Someone posted a picture of me sucking someone's dick. I wanna know who that is. Right now." "What!? Jeez, I'm going to kill that bastard." Cassandra cuts the call.The second bell was rung as the classes commence all over the campus. However, Cassandra races down the hallway towards a specific target. She wanted to confirm if that person was behind everything that was happening to her."Ravine!" She roars her name. Interrupting the roll call, she enters the class as she dismisses the teacher asking her to leave. "You whore," Lifting Ravine by her collar, Cassandra makes a huge commotion out of the mishaps and false informations spread about her."Were you the one behind my photoshops and shit? The letters...I know it was you." Ravine doesn't answer. Pul
[Alex's death day17th August 2023]The stadium was filled with cheerful people and the stalls for fast food were opened. The match was about to begin when the net of plastic was thrown over the huge stadium dome to keep the players safe from the heatwave. Cassandra and Zayn reach their seats as they were trying their best to be calm and composed. For the time until his death at 12:34 hours, precisely in the afternoon, Zayn and Cassandra wouldn't know what was peace.Alex's death, as per their imagination will be gory with his wind pipe being crushed, which will lead to his death.Louis and Jessica arrive after everyone else, they take their seats beside Framton and a few of Framton's business friends who have come to support the lad for his match."Oh, the broadcast has started." Cassandra lifts her arm up to see that a national TV channel was beginning it's broadcast. The cameraman was warming up with a few shots. The Johnsons have been made a centre of attraction as their faces on
Cassandra places her expensive binoculars back on her lap as she sends him a text.[Fuck nothing on my side] Zayn, who feels the vibration of his text looks at his phone. It felt irritating to have something else in his vision which blocked the partial view of his sight. [Don't worry Cass be cool] He texts her back.Cassandra gazes into her wristwatch and finds the time to be 23 minutes far from his death time. She felt pressured and incredibly sick to the stomach. The guilt of not being able to detect a clue and the feeling of failure was making her heart pound like a drum.But she had to do this by hook or crook.There was a small foil coated fast food which was lifted in the air by a person in the audience, far to the north. The sunlight subtly reflects on something shiny on the football ground.Cassandra notices something sharply blinding on her eye. She furrows her eyebrows and lifts her binoculars back up. She tries to trace the little shiny object that was projecting out from
Fear is a blissful feeling, right?In that moment of fear, suddenly, a person begins to lose all morality and tries to equal himself to God. The person hopes for miracles, "I wish someone can save me", "I hope something happens to him","I want to live...""I want to die..."The person suddenly thinks someone or a something shall come to rescue them or eventually, remove the fear factor from their lives altogether.Fear makes the body weak and the mind incredibly strong. The mind becomes durable to every thought as it is filled with hope and miracles, an oasis of anxious thoughts.Something similar happens to the two as well.Cassandra gives in to the demands of her mind.The dire need to feel rested takes over her body as she fell to her knees. She barely kept her eyes open. And if she did, she was viewing the dead body of a stranger in front of herself."Shit..." mumbling, she falls asleep."STOP THE MATCH!!" Zayn yelled into the mic so loudly that every member in the audience had
[3 hours agoJohnson siblings residence]"Cassie, if we have to do something stupid to save his life today, let's do it together, alright?""Yeah. It's better to stick together." "But I feel like Grandpa has the power to see through our lies. And I don't know how to make him believe that we aren't anything suspicious." Zayn recalls the moment where Framton said he found someone else in him, someone who wasn't Zayn Johnson, his son."We gotta have a foolproof plan for that." Back at the scenario where both the lovers lie down facing the ceiling and listen to soft whispers of their family, Cassandra makes an excuse to go to the bathroom.Before that, she taps Zayn on his shoulder as she subtly hints for him to stay alert on the phone."Guys, I'm bored." Zayn says."Entertain yourself with your phone, Child. I can't believe you're stating that out." "Thanks doc." He chuckles at Jessica. It was so easy.[I'm online] He texts as he switches tabs to watch social media content without his
"Happy holidays!""Happy holidays, fellas!" It wasn't a Happy holiday for Cassandra. She walks out of the campus as Peter watches her from a distance. He wanted to go wish her the same, but couldn't find the courage to do that. He would rather be chained to the tree, watching her walk in desolation than talk to her and invite people to bully him again.College life was tough.Especially for the weak folk who couldn't stop being kind with no courage.Cassandra reaches her car and drives off to her house. Louis was troubled with yet another scandalous photo of Cassandra.Cassandra couldn't give a shit to anyone. If that made someone horny or happy, she left it at that. She couldn't bring herself to bother about low lives who had fun watching and making other people suffer.She was chilling on the couch again when her siblings arrive back home one after the other.She was answering them patiently, the same concerned question repeating five times.Zayn was the mist concerned of all.He
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..."