Cassandra Carrera is an 18 year old girl who drowns her problems and trauma with alcohol, drugs and sex.
She grew up with her alcoholic mother who did nothing but make the girl miserable. A month after her 18th birthday, her mother goes missing, so...
I'm woken up to Kiara shaking me with a frustrated look on her face and I groan, slapping her hands away.
"Come on, Cassie" She huffs "Don't make me send the boys up here"
I peel open my eyes and she smiles in satisfaction.
"What do you want?" I ask her, peeling myself from Rafe's arms and slipping on my silky robe.
"It's Pogue business" My sister answers vaguely and I lift a brow.
"What's with the vagueness?" I ask in confusion and she sends a pointed look at the unconscious Kook prince in my bed.
"Ahh, I see" I reply, crossing my arms over my chest "Give me ten minutes and I'll be down"
She nods and exits the room, leaving me alone. I pull on a clean underwear set and head into my closet to find an outfit. I decide on a white top covered in small pink flowers and a blue denim skirt that I pair with white hightop converse.
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After brushing my hair into a high ponytail and spraying a little perfume, I apply minimum make up and pad over to the bed.
"Rafie?" I whisper, brushing his hair off his forehead.
"Hmm?" He hums, sleepily opening his eyes.
"I'm going out, okay?" I tell him and he nods.
"Be safe. Don't anything stupid. I love you" He mumbles and I grin, leaning down to peck his lips.
"I love you" I reply before exiting the room.
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"Hell of a job melting it down, Dr. Frankenstein" JJ says sarcastically, hopping out the van as we reach the pawn shop.
"Like you could've done any better" Kiara scoffs.
"I could have. I took a welding class" JJ retorts.
"As if. When did you take a welding class?" I ask in disbelief and he elbows me.
I make a move to hit the boy back and John B grabs my arm, pulling me away.
"Whoa, whoa. Hey. Shh! Chill out, okay?" The Routledge boy warns us.
"That's easy for you to say. You're not the one that has to pawn this piece of shit off" JJ grumbles, holding up the chunk of gold "How did I get this job anyways?"
