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 the two who discuss about the ‘girl’.
As morning comes, Cassandra wakes up with what’s weighing like quintais of water under her eyes. She yawns loudly, totally unusual compared to her normal state.
Dragging her feet towards the bathroom, she forces herself to take a bath and brush her teeth, selecting a nice pair of jeans and a shirt, with a black leather jacket on top.
“Good morning boys, and Ms. Zee!” Warbles the little girl, collecting her box and stuffing it into her bag. She serves herself a large quantity of food again, Ms. Zee looking at her while wiping her hands on the apron.
“Are you um… getting your woman days somewhere close? You’re eating an awfully lot for your stomach.”
“I… just like your food.” Making THE face, Ms. Zee at once disappears into the kitchen while yelling, “I’ll make you some more pancakes, sweetie!”
The time to go to school was near as Louis arranged another ‘simple looking’ car for her sake. The girl notices the missing number plate, standing straight back up when she sees an old man with his dangling head opening the door for her.
“Good morning, miss. I’ll be your driver from today.” Says the old man.
“Hello sir! And please call me Cassandra. Cassie is fine too.” She says to the old driver.
“And I’d love to open and close doors for myself, sir. I wanna look as normal as possible to them!” She says, the car engine starting as the male nods at her.
“I understand, Cassie. Let’s go to school!”
“Yay!”
She reaches the premises of the campus as she let’s him know when she could be picked up after her classes again. “Bye, Ronald!” She waves at the sweet grandpa.
Ronald… The name doesn’t ring a bell, but it rings a bit of familiarity to her.
“Hey, girl!” Peter meets her at the corridor. The male waves at her as she high-fives his palm.
“You seem in a good mood today.” He points out.
“Yeah! My br- father arranged me a humble old man for my pick-and-drop!” She says enthusiastically.
“That’s great! Ay, you’re very rich, mademoiselle!”
“Yeah, you wish! Something happened yesterday that’s why.” Peter gasps loudly.
“Tell me!”
“I will!” Narrating the story while keeping in mind not to mention a word about Dan, she sees the male cover his mouth with his hand.
“That’s why I hate going to public places myself. Jeez, I’m sorry that happened. Are you alright?” He asks her, softly patting her hand.
“I am, I’m okay. Well… my brother took care of it.”
“Wow. I wanna meet him someday.” Says he.
“Sure! You’d be surprised to meet him!” She sings, making a funny face.
“Ugh! Don’t play with my gay heart, baby girl~”
She chuckles, thinking about Zayn’s reaction to another male calling her ‘baby girl~’ other than him.
Although, literature classes from Gita ma’am comes to an end as the snack break begins for the entire campus.
Zayn and Cassandra hold another spy-level meeting again, discussing about their days and whom they’ve met.
“Shit. Bad bitch incoming. Scram.” She mumbles as she sips on her chocolate milk.
“What’s up, sweetness?” Darla says, sitting on the bench with her goons beside her, standing like bodyguards.
“The sky and beyond is what’s up. I thought you’d know.”
“Haha. Very funny. Anyway, did you do you homework for History yesterday?” Asks Darla.
“Yeah.” She confirms, she’s worked on it after discussing the portion with their lecturer.
“Great. Let me cut you the trouble. I brought your bag with me.” Cassandra’s eyes widen. She watches them in silences as they read the latest words written by her last night.
“They’re so fucking good. You’re good at doing your own research, huh? Well, I want these notes.” Saying, Darla outrightly tears all the pages from the book, making her homework disappear.
She folds the papers and chucks them into her pocket, smirking as she leaves a silent Cassandra.
Fifth hour came, the lecturer comes inside and the silence was regained in the classroom.
“Come on everyone, open your books and place them on your desk. Let’s see if you’ve done the homework.” Says the teacher.
Darla was smirking at the calm looking girl behind her by three diagonal rows. The teacher was slowly progressing from desk to desk, approving with a red ink signature.
Red ink was banned from her period of time, for mental health purposes.
“What’s this?” He asks Cassandra, looking at the old notes the other Cassandra had written.
“Sir, I did work on the topic after I talked to you over the phone, but Darla and her friends tore the pages away.” All color from Darla’s face seems to have drained.
“What?”
“I’m not lying, sir. Peter was right beside my table at the cafeteria when it happened.” He turns to Peter who nods and confirms.
“Miss Darla?” He goes to the girl’s table as she stands up.
“Well, what did you do to the paper?”
“I threw it, sir-”
“It’s in her left pocket sir.” As Cassandra says that, the lecturer looks at her pocket.
“Indeed.” He folds his hands over his chest. There was a white paper sneaking out of the pocket.
“Sorry… sir.” Darla says.
“I don’t want your dad to know about this, but as a concerned teacher, I must tell him. Or the principal first. And Ms. Cassandra, you did do the homework. Both of you, sit down.” Says the lecturer.
“Fucking bitch.” Darla curses at Cassandra who sat there nonchalantly. Darla had a venomous plan spinning to execution in her mind. A gift for Cassandra.