Cassie (Book #1 of the "Cassie" Series)

Chapter #30: I'm So Fancy (Brianna's POV)

A/N: A villain's POV? The high school bitch getting her own chapter? Well, I never! Hopefully, this will answer some questions about Brianna, her feelings about Cassie, her feelings about Azealia, and why broke off her relationship with Ryan... or maybe raise even more I don't know, haha! Also be sure to say if the chapter has changed or in any way altered your views on Brianna, don't get me wrong, she's still 100% a mean ass bitch and KNOWS it, but even the meanest of high school girls have something more going behind the pom-poms, short skirts, and eyeliner...

December 2nd, Friday, 9:15 pm

I stared at the cocktail can resting in front of me as I sat cross-legged on the soft, pink patterned carpet. Another Friday night spent at the Mitchell house, great, I mean, it's not as if I had anything else to do. I allowed myself to completely zone out, only hearing slight chatter and the muffled sound of Iggy Azalea's "Fancy" playing on the turquoise Bluetooth speaker, perched right on the top center of Azealia's white wooden chest of drawers.

"I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold." Gabrielle sat next to me on the floor, bopping along to the music and sipping on her can. Azealia scoffed and shot her a look.

"Ew. This song is ANCIENT, why are you singing along?" she rolled her eyes. Gabrielle swallowed her drink. 

"It's not that old and it's a cute song. Besides, are you still huffy over Langer whooping your ass in the hallway?" Gabrielle shot back and smirked, but a cold stare from Azealia's beady brown eyes wiped that smirk off her face quicker than you could say triggered. I know what it's like to get into a public conflict with Cassie Langer in the middle of the hallways before the first period even starts, that shit's embarrassing, even if you're the one who started it.

"She did not WHOOP my ass." Azealia fired back defensively, before continuing filing her long nails and focusing. "Besides, have you heard the rumors? She's been suspended for THREE WEEKS!" 

"Three weeks? Is that even legal?" Gabrielle laughed. "Damn, even Devlin knows not to fuck with you." 

"I know! The teachers recognize that I own that dump and that little rat got what she deserved. I'm tired of her humiliating me, it's not a good look." Azealia flipped her extensions and shook her nails. going back to filing them. I stayed quiet, still focusing on my drink can. What can I say about Azealia Mitchell? Or "Azealia Bitch-ell" as the entire school calls her behind her back, although never say it to her face, poor Helena Cartwright tried it back in tenth grade and came back to school three weeks later with a new nose and some jacked-up teeth. 

I didn't choose to be her friend, I'm still not choosing to be her friend. The thing about Azealia Mitchell is when she chooses YOU to be her friend - or lackey, bodyguard, maid, all the same thing according to her - then you're stuck with her, you cannot argue, you can't fight it. You're either her friend or her enemy, and it's better to be the former than the latter. As far as I know, she usually has always gone around in a pack, and I guess she somehow chose me and Gabrielle to be a part of that. We know we're expendable, we know that if and when she chooses to ditch us, then our social stance drops down to the goddamn floor and we're about as worthy as the steaming piles that my Great Dane drops onto the freshly mowed grass every morning.

My entire social stance relies on Azealia Mitchell, so I try and please her however I can, go along with her schemes, even if I don't agree, such as her leaking the information about the Hills twins to the whole school, that was fucked up even for MY standards. Azealia isn't popular because people like her, she's popular because she has power, status, and intimidation as weapons. Compare her to someone like Ryan, who's popular because he's actually a kind person who makes people feel good, gets the class laughing, and doesn't just intimidate them into bowing at his feet. Azealia's criteria for being her friend is usually as follows: