A Strange Case Of Dè Jà Vu

Chapter 4

Cassidy POV

I take a long hard look at myself in the full- body  mirror. The rays of sunlight that breaks through my room creates a sparkle to my brown shaded eyes.

My light brown hair is tied in a messy bun. I look at my attire for the day, denim rip-jeans and a plain black top which sleeves only reaches my elbows. I have my black pair of Vans on which are very comfortable.

My bag is over my shoulder and I continue to stare at myself for a good 20 minutes. There’s the sound of a knock at my door and my dad pokes his head into my room. “Lyssa’s waiting,” he says. I nod my head and follow him downstairs. I pause halfway down.

🦋Lyssa is dressed in a cool denim shorts with a matching long sleeve denim crop top, her hair is curled down and she is sitting on the sofa paging through a magazine. “Please tell me I'm not the only one stressing about prom.”🦋

Coming back to my senses I continue making my way downstairs. Lyssa is on the sofa in her matching denim paging through a magazine.  “Please tell me I’m not the only one stressing over prom,” she said once she notices me.

“Good morning,”  I say in my usual sarcastic tone. She catches my sarcasm and squints her eyes at me in response. I didn’t mean to be sarcastic (or maybe I did. I mean it is me we are talking about). Its just this feeling I get when I experience these moments. Lets just say that it annoys me just as much as prom annoys me.

“If you don’t get a move on you girls are going to be late,” my dad says popping out of nowhere. I kiss him goodbye and I hear Lyssa greet to.

“You weren’t worried yesterday, so why now?”

“Why now , what?,” Lyssa asks. “The prom dummy,” I say face palming myself. “Bryson asked me to the prom,” she blurts out once we get into the car. “You really like him, don’t you?”

Lyssa usually refuses to get to emotionally involved in her relationships, so she just plays around. I guess she couldn’t help herself with Bryson. “You know its okay right?”

This question allows confusion to form on Lyssa’s face. “To have feelings for him,” I say clearing that confused head of hers.

“I don’t-"

“You don’t have to pretend anymore, I get it,” I interrupt her.

🦋”My heart craves only you and deprive it I shall no longer.”🦋

“Cassidy!”

Lyssa’s voice seems to snap me out of my thoughts. “ Are you okay?”

“Yeah, uhh where was I ? Oh, uhm, your heart craves him and you shouldn’t deprive your heart of love just because you’re scared", I advise nervously.  She says nothing but shoots me a look that says ‘cheesy much?’

“Or something like that,” I nervously chuckle. “You worry me sometimes,” Lyssa pulls me away from my thoughts of the voice that I’ve heard.
‘Yeah like I haven’t heard that before,’ I say in my head.'

We arrive at school and Lyssa and I went our separate ways. She probably went to go find Bryson and I headed straight for my locker . I take out the necessary books for my first three periods. Just as I close my locker I hit a wall.

‘Hold on a wall in the middle of the schools hallways.’

I managed to catch myself from falling by slamming my side against my locker in the meantime I lose my grip on my books and they splattered all over the floor. I want to yell and say ‘who the hell builds a wall in the  middle of the halls’ but then a sense of realisation comes over me as I attempt to gather my books and I become face to face with the wall himself.

His eyes are a beautiful hazel brown and his hair a very light brown almost blonde. I realise as we stand up straight whilst giving me my books that the dude is really and I mean really tall.

“Thank you,” I say because my dad raised me that way. “It was nothing after all I should be apologising for bumping into you,” the gentleman speaks. Come to think of it I never quite saw him at school before this very moment. ‘Must be a new student,’ I shrug it off.

While I was strapped in my thoughts (once again) I noticed that he was staring at me as though as he has seen a ghost or something.

“Well I should get going,” I say trying to save him from the embarrassment and myself from an awkward moment. Doesn’t mean that I’m socially awkward  that I have to be awkward all the time. Guess in both cases I’m saving him.

“Wait!”

I immediately turn around as I hear him call out. “I didn’t catch your name,” he yells as its loud in the hallways. “Well its not like you asked, now was it?,” I say rather smugly. “Will you tell me anyway?”

“Its Cassidy,” I laugh to myself. I watch as he mouths my name and gives off a faint smile. “Well then, I'll see you later Cassidy,” he says before heading into the opposite direction before I could ask him for his name.

I notice that the hallways are suddenly empty.

Urgghh

This head of mine is going to get me into trouble.

Ms Woughton have already began her class when I walk in.

“So kind of you to join us, Miss Blake. It would appear that the nature of Dorian Gray isn’t the only thing that seems to change,” she gives me a stern look as I motion further into the class looking for an empty seat.

I make my way to the back seat near the window. Ms Woughton continues her lesson on The Picture of Dorian Gray.

‘Bummer!’