Author’s POV
Zayn watches as his efforts have been diminished under her determination. He could beg her to stay, but he knew he’d only force her to exist amongst an unforgivable group of men. What they’ve done… it was their choice. A mutual choice.
When something precious walks out of your life, you seem to nullify all reasoning and try to get them back. Zayn was going to do that.
“I can’t become the good guy either, Cassie. I’ll accept your bad guy and drag you back to us. All by myself.”
That was his resolve.
Several days pass by. Zayn has admittedly taken the accusations from his stepbrothers. He couldn’t convince her. And that was why, they were forced to see a whole new side of Cassandra Johnson.
“Violet?” Darla twists her neck to the side and inspects Cassie, head to toe. Cassandra walks through the corridors with the most emo and suiting color, the color representing her heart’s stature. The womanly twirls of her body are shown and there are no braces nor glasses upon her being. She was completely different.
“What’s wrong with you today?” Darla faces the new ‘hot chick’ of the campus, although it has only been a few countable seconds.
“So sexy~”
“Wait. That’s Cassandra? I didn’t know she was a goddess dude?”
“Beats me. Now I think Darla is a dirtbag. I heard Darla spreads gonorrhea among everyone she ‘touches’ you know?”
“Jeez. Thankful for my good-boy facade, bruh.”
Sparks of conversation fall in their ears. Darla, by now, has learned to not pay attention to all of them and folds her hands against her chest.
“You hear that? You’re second to me. Eventually, everything.” Closing in, Darla sneers at Cassandra’s face. Cassandra however was unfazed as she scoffs wickedly.
“At least I don’t fail my tests like you. You’re wrong there, I guess.” The small point-out makes everyone around them laugh. Flaring her nostrils like a bull, Darla holds Cassandra by her collar and sneers again, “Let’s take this outside, shall we?”
Darla had a hunch.
If Cassandra was to reject a confrontation like this, she could claim to the bystanders that she was just a pussy. Although, it didn’t seem like the case in reality. Cassandra catches ahold of Darla’s wrist and yanks it awake from herself. A sly smirk shocks Darla, and her eyes widened.
“At the terrace sweetie, after my classes finish of course. Don’t run away from me~” in a singing voice delivering the time and venue, Cassandra walks away to leave. Amongst the dispersing crowd, a certain man was between.
Alex alongside his chick was staring at Cassandra.
“What the fuck happened to you…?” There was no aggression when he asked her. So unlike Alex, she thought. She heard the pain in his voice and that fueled the smirk on her face.
“I opened my eyes.”
Alex stares at the box of tiles she stood over at as she leaves, passing right beside him and hitting his shoulder slightly. Ravine was shocked at the drastic change in the sweet girl too. Ravine has perceived everything from the sibling talks, here and there.
She had the gist of ideas about how Cassandra was feeling.
But what was even the root of all this? Why was she behaving so desperately? As though she wanted to sever all bonds she had with her family? What went wrong?
All these questions cannot be answered unless she goes to ask someone too close to her.
“He… must have figured it out. Right?”