Cassandra goes to school again on a Monday. Louis called her, very early in the morning as she yells at him to not speak too much. The male chuckles and cuts the phone, his day was made since he annoyed his favorite sibling to start his day.
Cassandra greets the new person in the house; a woman aside herself and a cook for the four notorious boys and a lovely girl, herself.
Ms. Zee was her nickname, she comes to know from a conversation she has with the slightly older woman. She took care of Cassandra like her own daughter or sibling. She loved her personality as well. Ms. Zee packs her a small lunch box which is arguably much less to Cassandra’s new appetite.
Ms. Zee watches Cassandra’s pouting face as though she witnessed a ghost.
“Are you… alright? I heard you had a fever too-”
“I’m fine Ms. Zee! Just pack me some more stuff!” Just then, Cassandra’s stomach growls while churning the food she just ate. She devoured half of what was on the table- not to blame her but PBJ sandwiches were delicious and fresh as fck in her opinion.
“Okay. If you want me to.”
“Thanks! You’re the best!” Ms. Zee blushes as the girl compliments her again for the day. Happily strutting through the college as if she never had enemies, she doesn’t wear her spectacles nor her braces for the entire corridor puzzle. People who recognise her were astonished at her beauty. She looked so full and nourished only after a weekend. What had she been doing?
Suddenly, Cassandra hears a shrieking voice behind her.
The crowd slowly gives way to Darla and her goons, namely Elizabeth and Elsa who follow Darla like her two tails. Darla yelled Cassandra’s name to stop her in the middle of the corridor. She halts, turning back as her silky wavy hair flows with her movements. Some men fell in love with her instantly, even the janitor wasn’t safe from her unblemished beauty.
“Me?” She points to herself cutely. As she wasn’t wearing her spectacles, her beauty features were accentuated as well. She looked prettier than most. But one woman in the entire campus wasn’t allowed to stoop any less than No. 1.
“Yeah. You.” Darla halts in front of Cassandra, folding her arms on her chest as she nods her head. She checks out the new plumpiness built on Cassandra’s body. She rolls her tongue in her cheek, coming back to look at Cassandra in her eyes.
“Who do you think you’re turning into?” Darla points her nails towards her, riding it up and down in the air, showing Cassandra her own figure.
Cassandra blinks at the girl twice. And she says,
“I’m sorry, but who are you?”
Pin drop silence…
All of them had their mouths clasped. They knew what was about to happen to Cassandra if she even thought about going against her.
After all, Darla was her bully the entire high school life of hers.
Suddenly, someone falls out in laughter as Darla quickly turns her head towards them.
“Who the fuck was that? Come out.” She says in a menacing tone.
“I’m sorry, but do you own this place or something?” Cassandra asks Darla, utterly clueless as the whole corridor roars in laughter. Cassandra was doing the worst by making things more complicated. But was it even her fault?
“Why you-” As Darla was about to slap Cassandra, someone’s hand stops her from injuring Cassandra.
She looks at Zayn, he was amongst the crowd as he swims over and saves Cassandra from embarrassing herself.
“Don’t think you have the right to hurt everyone just because you can suck dick. Whore.” Saying the harshest of words to her, Zayn quickly wraps his hand around Cassandra’s wrist and yanks her out of the scene. But the confused girl was still yelling, “No wait! Who is she!? What’s your name girl-”
“Would you stop that!?” Zayn says to Cassandra who furrows her eyebrows.
“Why are you mad at me?” She whispers back. The crowd was magically making way for THE Zayn Johnson to cross over.
Zayn takes her to the fake Cherry Blossom tree as he makes her sit on the bench.
“Hey. That girl you were arguing with was one of the board of director’s daughter. It’s Darla. Remember it correctly.”
“Okay. But who told you that?” She asks.
“I asked someone from the crowd. Now please remember that you’re not a Johnson here and be yourself. People will try to nag you, and if I’m correct, that girl is a bully of Cassandra Johnson.” Whispers Zayn to his lover.
“Roger that. Well, what will you do to fit in?”
“I’m known as the Johnson here anyway. Got to know that too.”
“Great. I’ll be myself here then.”
“Okay. I’ll get to know everyone’s names from the directory.” Says Zayn. Ah, she remembered.
Once upon in the future, Zayn was a lecturer so was well versed with the terms and ways of an institution.
“Cool. Bye.” Cassandra and him almost kiss per habit when he shakes his head and leaves her mid air. The woman, without calculation puts too much force as she almost falls face first on the grass.
“We can’t be seen as lovers here either!” Zayn reminds her an umpteenth rule of existing in the alternate world as she holds her thumping heart. She was about to embarrass herself so good, if it wasn’t for his hand that hoists her back.
“Okay. Okay. I’ll be fine. Bye.” Saying, she rushes off with a blush of embarrassment on her face. Zayn purses his lips tightly together to control his laughter.
Soon, their days began.
Cassandra’s first class for the day was…
“HISTORY!?”