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. Her shrug hung loosely on her shoulders as Darla sped up on her heels to get to the class. There she was, bidding goodbyes for the day with the class gay clown, Peter.
She watches Peter leave, and Cassandra packing her backpack with notes and other stationery.
“Someone’s too excited to go home, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Got a problem with that?” Cassandra replies, normally that she would in any other circumstances.
“Wow, you really did grow some juicy balls. Who have you been sucking for power?” Ravine says which makes Cassandra’s blood boil.
Her sweet best friend would never have said this to her. Even if she was mad at her, not once did she mistakenly uttered an undermining word to Cassandra.
“Watch your fucking mouth. Especially when you don’t know who I am.” Cassandra puts a strap against her shoulder, leaving her desk. The three girls were the only remaining constituencies to clash in the class. Rest all have left, wouldn’t even care to be their audience as drama swirled.
“Oh my… where is that coming from?” Ravine approaches Cassandra, swiftly taking the phone from her hand while Darla held her back.
“Let’s see. You’ve been meeting someone, haven’t you?” Ravine says, using her face ID on the phone to reveal the opened home screen.
“Fucking idiots! Give that back!”
“Whoa, she’s grown some muscle! But you shorty can’t fight me, Cass-”
“What the…”
“What happened?” Darla asks Ravine.
“You’re… you’re… whoring around with Zayn?” Cassandra felt like she was going to die today. Zayn and her have sexted on telegram. The tab was open on her phone.
But what Ravine actually opened was her Snapchat.
“Why… do you have pictures of him? It’s from an year ago and… a week ago too.” Ravine, with shaky hands, scrolls through their goofy stories from the past.
“Why shouldn’t I have it?” Cassandra smirks.
She remembers the condition she had to follow- to remain inconspicuous and shine no light on herself. But seeing how much pleasure she’d receive by knowing she was practically untouchable because of her family, she knew she had to go ahead and reveal herself.
“You’re… a fucking Johnson?” Darla freezes in her spot.
Ravine looks up to read Cassandra’s expressions. They hold each other’s gazes, none of them seeming to back down.
“What about it?” Asks Cassandra.
“There’s… Alex as well. Fuck…” Ravine drops the phone on the floor.
“Now you get my roots. If you will, please.” Saying, Cassandra collects her strong gadget and begins to leave.
She knew what was going to happen the next day.
Half of the campus was informed about the girl. But there was no proof.
Partial crowd believed Ravine finally had gone mad, while the other logically observed the situation and connected Cassandra’s sudden appearance change and confidence to this claim. If she really was the Johnson that the family kept hiding about, she’s the mayor of golds and the pride of the family.
The entirety of the world was crazy about this girl who is talked about so much by the world’s biggest businessman; Framton Johnson.
His favorite daughter, the only daughter in his family of six siblings.
“Hey… she’s Mr. Framton’s daughter, Darla and Ravine said.”
“In the website yesterday, right? Nah, I don’t believe them.”
“Why not!?”
“Mr. Framton wouldn’t put his favorite daughter in this campus, right? Even if he pays like every teacher’s salary, he won’t do that…”
“Why not, bruh!?”
“Because she’s just Cassandra and the Framton we’re talking about is Sir Johnson! Sheesh, this is messed up.”
“You’re messing it up. Just believe that she’s Cassandra JOHNSON.”
Cassandra tilts her jaw to the side, slyly smirking at the conversation happening behind her.
Peter enters the class while yelling at Cassandra.
“Bitch, you’re a Johnson!?” The male yells. Cassandra loosely melts on the desk, her hand under her face as she says,
“Maybe… I don’t know where it’s come from.”
“You bitch, stop playing!”
“I’m not playing! I don’t know where-”
“Yeah right. I’ll show it right now. Give me your phone.” Ravine’s sexy, deep female voice spoke. Peter stood aside as Ravine extended her hand.
“No! Why the fuck would I give it to-”
“Of course. Because you don’t wanna tell everyone that. Give it to me dammit.” It’s the first time the class watches Ravine lose her patience.
“It’s at home. It’s charging.” Cassandra says.
Ravine bangs her palms on her table, “Quit playing, bitch!”
“Whoa whoa, calm down class! What’s going on?” It was Ms. Denvers’ English class.
“Ms. Denvers, you’ve seen the college website, right? Someone said Cassandra was the last child of the Johnsons! She’s not taking claim of it!”
“Honestly, why does it even bother you?” Sharon was sweating in her palms as well.
Aside from the Johnsons, only Sharon was aware that Cassandra was Sir Johnson’s daughter, an adopted child like the rest of them.
Sharon was contemplating whether to reveal about her identity or keep it a secret, and remain loyal to her ex’s words?
Louis wouldn’t want Sharon to go against his wishes. After all, she wanted to score points and win the guy over by any chance again.
“Besides, do you even have any proofs for that? Get off her face, Ravine. It’s just a prank by someone.”
“But ma’am-”
“The principal wishes to see you. Your father’s come over. Go.” Sharon says, the class whispering after Sharon’s words.
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“I told you! There’s no proof. It’s just a stupid prank again.”
‘Yup. A great plan.’