They came at 12:47, and they were leaving after midnight.
Louis, as always, took the responsibility to drop the two back to their house at this late at night.
Cassandra pleaded her mother to spend the night with the Johnsons. It would have been so much fun.
For herself.
She would sneak into Zayn’s room and party on his manly body all night. At least she could settle on crazy ass humping and body touch and kissing with her lover.
Disappointed that they had to leave, Cassandra throws a tantrum, a planned one at that as Zayn makes it his responsibility to drive her back in a different car.
Their plan to travel alone was successful. His window panels were tinted black.
No one would know that the girl was sitting on his lap as he drove and played with her body.
“Oh god, you’re so delicious.” Zayn stopped at the signal dutifully, just so he could taste her delicious lips again as she moved her hips against his.
“I have an idea the next time we meet.”
“Alright. But kiss me now!” She says as she presses her chest on his. Groaning with pleasure, he obeys her wordlessly as he begins go play with her chest, letting his body explore her young body as they only kissed and humped for the rest of the journey.
Louis shifts into his brother’s car as they wave at the girls. Zayn drives off, feeling fuzzy all over his body.
As Cassandra and Ravine entered their house, the shorter girl skipped inside happily. Ravine could smell something peculiar from her as she furrows her eyebrows. She brushes it off, thinking it was only her imagination and nothing more.
“Baby?” She calls for the girl softly when she was about to enter her own room.
“Yeah, mom?”
“Sleep with mama today, baby. I’m too tired.”
“Okay!” Changing into comfortable clothes, Cassandra was humming to herself as she continued her night skin care routine in her mother’s room.
Ravine extends her arm sleepily as the girl wiggles inside the bedsheets towards her mother, cuddling her to sleep.
The next day was a Tuesday. Cassandra has to attend her regular classes of high school at the Academy, starting from today.
She was a little demotivated to begin with.
“Why so blue, D’Angelo? Something wrong?” Her mutual friend asks as a support to the girl. Cassandra sighs as she expresses unwillingly.
“Well, I expected someone to teach us literature… but then he is not teaching us anymore.”
“In fact, he got into business I heard.” Cassandra smiled to herself. She knew that much.
“I really wanted him to teach us a semester, Hana. He was so hot.”
“Calm your horses, girls. He’s like double our age.” One of the tall, athletic High school girl says. Cassandra liked such an atmosphere.
For both of her lifestyles, she was either bullied or hated on just because of someone else being superior or inferior to her.
Ravine, in her other life was a victim of abuse.
And as a Johnson, Cassandra was given a taste of the world and how they see a rich yet kind and powerless girl in the society.
This time, everything seemed to sail smoothly for her.
She wished her brother could live a life with her as well.
Cassandra walks outside as she hears her name being called by a crackhead. She almost ignores the crackhead with an overly excited voice, until she takes a double look at the person.
Beside the crackhead was a middle aged man.
She burst out laughing at the cosplay.
“Pahahaha! What the hell, you two!? Why does that beard fit you so well, Za-” she suddenly realizes that they were still in the premises of her academy.
“Ahem, I mean Zambaba. Damn, you look great!” She continues ravaging him with compliments. However, the crackhead beside him was completely ignored by the beautiful lady.
“Uh… I’m still here, you love-fucks. Talk to me!”
“Get lost.”
“Die under the bus.”
Two not so different responses strike him against his heart as he dramatizes his demise.
“Ugh! What a family I have.
Ugh! What fate must I serve?
Lord, if you hear to my plea, take me away!
Take me away and never drop me back to this land called Hell!”
Zayn and Cassandra stare at the crackhead with a worthy poker face for the out-of-the-blue poetry.
“Let’s leave him here.”
“Right.” Mutually agreeing in leaving Ronan on the streets, Zayn starts the engine as he strips the odd colored moustache from his face. Whoever had neon colored beard and moustaches anywhere in the past should’ve been best friends with Ronan; The Crackhead.
“Where are we going?” Settling in the shotgun as the other man hastily enters the car, Zayn says.
“We have a mission to complete.” Cassandra’s eyes widen.
“Don’t tell me…”
“It’s the other kind of mission, don’t worry. We’re out of that debt.” He assures her.
“Oh, okay.”
“Wait. How long have you two even been together for? You two talk and kiss as if you were past lovers or something-” Ronan yells when her fist collides naturally with his skull. He holds his head and cries at her.
“You’re abusive! The deal is off, you piece of shits-!” The car comes to a halt when an angered Cassandra wanted to square it off with the crackhead, once and for all.
“LET ME KICK HIS ASS! UGH!” She screams, the car was dangling with their force of tantrums.
“Stop it, you two!” Zayn yells just like an old man, tired of handling two very mischievous kids.
“Tell that to the witch!”
“Whatcha just say!?”
“Ah!!” Ronan was screaming even though the woman advance into him for the third pounding on his head. He really was a crackhead.
“Well, just hear me out. Uncle Alex wants us to get him close to your mother. Just think about it, you’re gonna have a father like Alex as your parent, Cassie. I mean, it sounds good to me. But it’s up to you. You’re the final decision maker for this mission.”
“Say yes, Cassandra. Say yes!” Suddenly, Ronan was cheering for Cassandra as the young woman fell in thoughts.
“Take your time, baby. You don’t have to rush- no, just say yes already!”
‘Hehe hehe! That way I can catch you two doing the dirty every time and blackmail you every time, big bro Zayn! Hahaha I’m a genius!’
Ronan’s peculiar train of thoughts were so out loud to the two.
“Ignore him.”
“Um… Well…” Cassandra says as the two were anticipating for her response. They prayed that she came with a reasoning.
“I would like to have a fatherly presence… I guess?”