It was a Friday.
Cassandra goes to attend the exams as Cassandra Johnson from today. The immaculate pressure was too much for her to handle. Everyone was whispering about her, no way the whispers wouldn’t reach her and mess with her peace for the moment.
“Shush. Just calm down. It’s alright.” She says to herself, looking forward and nowhere else, or the consequence shall be meeting eyes with other people.
“I told you all. She is a Johnson.” Cassandra hears Darla’s name.
Cassandra stops at her footsteps and looks at Darla Dawson, who comes from the decent of Dawson wealth and heritage- one of a kind amongst nobles.
Cassandra lifts her head, turning her body towards her to accept all the words thrown at her, only them to be deflected back at Darla wittily. “What’s with that attitude, Ms. Johnson?”
“I heard from Zayn yesterday,” Cassandra starts, “He caught your collar for me.” The slight smirk on Cassandra’s face spreads when Darla was deflating in front of her. Smiling, she walks away while the others whisper about Zayn and his rare temper being shown to who obviously simps hard for him.
“You may begin.” The proctor watches Cassandra- the new celebrity of the campus as she puts her head down to write her exam.
The male walks by her bench. He bends slightly, whispering to the student, “You’re really a Johnson, Cassandra? I didn’t expect-”
“Sir, I’m writing an examination.” Cassandra says, subtly hinting she should be left the fuck alone.
“Tsk.” The male clicks his tongue, “I thought you had a better personality. All rich kids are the same.”
Cassandra stares straight ahead, trying to digest his words without vomiting her anger. She goes back to writing her test, it seemed important than the other ‘obvious’ distraction. She knew the teacher’s kid was in the examination hall, trying to compete with her.
“Ah~ I feel so relieved…” sitting in the car, she hears Mr. Ronald chuckle in a lively mood. “You seem happy, Mr. Ronald.”
“I am, Young Miss. Your first exam went well, I suppose.” He looks through the rareview mirror to confirm with her smile, “And I am content to know you don’t faze very easily, Miss. It’s a bonzer feature not many are gifted with.”
The old man’s words make her laugh.
“Why, thank you Mr. Ronald. But do you mind taking me to an ice cream parlor before going back home, please?”
“Yes, sure Young Miss!”
“Don’t ever, ever call me that.”
As she reaches home, half an hour later she hears a knock on the door.
“It’s me.” Zayn’s voice calls.
Excitedly, the girl opens the door for the bull to barge in. She chuckles as he closes the door swiftly behind him. He holds her face, attacking her lips while squeezing her cheeks like a kid.
“Whoa!” She says, pecking him once more.
“You seem more stressed than me.”
“Of course I was! Did you know how uneasy I was feeling the entire time? What if someone came and ruined your day? What if some idiot on the street recognised you and kidnapped you from me? It’s not our world and shit happens!” Cassandra laughs heartily at the male panicking worse than a mother of a newborn.
“Calm down!” Pushing him into the bed, Zayn’s eyes capture her beautiful, juicy figure straddling his thighs, sitting on top of him. He holds her waist, bringing her close to his pelvis than let her sit on his thighs. She gasps so softly, lewdly.
“You’re such a danger for my health, Cassie.”
“I know, old man.” Zayn furrows his eyebrows, smiling nonetheless. She falls on top of his chest while they kiss fervidly, passionately.
“Ack!-” Zayn quickly shuts her mouth before a full fledged scream was out of her throat.
“Cassie! Dad’s here for some important thing. Come to the living room!” Louis yells.
“Where’s Zayn though?” Louis says softly to himself, but his voice was heard to them. “Get out of the window!” Suggests Cassandra.
“God, not this again.” Before he could say anything else, Cassandra kicks his butt out of the window, quite literally as he holds his ass.
“I’ll get back to you!” He whisper yells, “Yeah let’s see!” Shutting the window, she answers Louis who was rapping on her door.
“Coming!”
Zayn enters from the outside, without shoes as Dan looks at him.
“You’re coming from outside…?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t see you going out though…”
“And without shoes?” Nick looms at his socks clad feet.
“Just to the lawn guys, chill.”
Then, Framton joins as well.
“Louis and I didn’t see you at the lawn though…” Zayn’s eye was ticking with pressure.
“… backyard.”
“Okay! She’s here!” Louis held her shoulders while pushing her towards the crowd.
“What what!? Why?”
“Sit down, Cassandra. We have to talk a little about the media.” Says Framton.
“Okay.” Louis sits down, yet Cassandra decides to sit on his huge lap because if he occupied a couch, it’s all his and there was no place left for others.
“Well, Cassandra. We need to follow the golden rule for conferences, right?” Cassandra nervously looks at Zayn. He gestures her to say yes. She slowly puts her head down and lifts it back up with the most unsure agreement she’s ever made.
“We never believed in that.” His answer shocks her.
“Oh.”
“So get ready and let’s go to the conference arranged tonight, okay? Or do you want me to postpone it to-”
“No. Today’s fine. Today is golden. Let’s go.”
“Good. All of you, get into your best dresses. Let’s introduce the world of our little Cassandra Johnson.” Framton gets up as well as his sons. He proudly smiles at his daughter, hugging her under his shoulder. She is complimented with a kiss as Louis pats her back loudly, irritating her.
Zayn enjoys the view in front of him as he looks at his father… giving a half smile.
“Nick? What’s wrong?” It felt so weird addressing his father with his name, “Nothing. Just trying to be happy.”