My Lolita, Cassandra [RFK/Bobby Kennedy] (Alternate Universe)

Part Three

"Imminent Infatuations"

You make your way to Diane's bedroom. Upon opening the door, you see that she is sleeping. But as you take a small sip of whiskey from a glass, she calls you out. "Cass?" Diane wipes her eyes, her hair stands up from her head. "Di? You're awake?" You say before putting the glass down and approach her. "What took you so long?" She sits up on her bed. "I had to distract your dad from going upstairs," You explain, you take a seat on the edge of her wooden bed. "Ugh. My dad's home?" Diane lays back on her mattress, she places the back of her hand against her forehead. "Yeah, apparently." You shrug it off.

"Shit," Diane curses out, before instantly jumping out of her bed. "I need to call the boys and tell them not to come!" She rummages through her drawer to find her cellphone. "That's probably a good ide—" Before you can finish your sentence, sounds of a car engine and laughter reverberated the front yard. "Fuck, too late." Your eyes shift to Diane, and the two of you dash to the door. "Wait, tell them to wait for me—" You descend the stairs without paying any attention to Diane's words.

"Oh! Mr. Kennedy, you're home..." A disembodied voice on the other side of the door has you shaking your head. "And who are you two?" Robert, with his unbuttoned shirt, crosses his arms. "Robert!— Mr. Kennedy, these are my friends..." You interrupt them, putting your hand on Robert's shoulder to reassure him. "They're just dropping some papers off." Slightly nodding your head at Travis and Jake, you hope for them to catch your drift. "Yeah, for our school project." Jake's quick response gives you some time to breathe. "Do it quick, I'm not taking another guest," Robert sternly demands before walking away, causing your hand to slides off him.

You make sure Robert is far enough before whispering to the boys to get out. "What's going on, Cassandra?" Travis asks as the three of you idle at the front yard. "Where's Diane?" Jake cranes his neck up and down; snooping at the window of Diane's bedroom. "Listen, there's no booze or party. Her dad is home— didn't you see his car?!" You harshly whisper with your hand gesturing at Robert's black Mercedes.

"Fuck would I know?! There are a ton of cars here!" Travis yells out without restriction, you shove him on the shoulder. "You smell like booze already, go home!" The two boys walk away as you keep on slapping and smacking them. "Ugh, what a bitch!" Travis turns around to look at you with a pair of glaring eyes. You flip him off with your middle fingers before returning to the mansion.

Closing the door quietly, you hear footsteps on the stairs approaching you. "Diane?! Go back upstairs!" You halt Diane from going further. "Where are they?" She asks with her eyebrows lifted — she seems to have dressed up a bit, she's put on a green cardigan and some lipstick while you were gone. "I sent them home." You lay your hands on your hips; like a pissed-off mother.

"Are you serious?! I wanted to sneak out with them!" The girl almost stomps her feet upon hearing your words. "Di, your dad is fucking home, and you're drunk." You gesture toward Robert's direction through the wall as you whisper sharply. "Ugh!" Diane grits her teeth in frustration, she runs upstairs as fast as she descended them. "Diane..." You weakly call after her, but Robert's cough in the living room retracts your attention.

"Did you get your papers?" Robert enquires as you step into the living room. "Yeah, I did. I gave them to Diane." You coolly say, his lie detector is clearly inactive; he seems to be at ease as you're not fidgety as a liar would be. "I see. How's her hair, by the way?" The man questions you, one of his brows lifted. "She decided not to dye it, apparently." You shrug with a smile as you reach for your handbag. "Leaving already? You barely spent any time with my daughter." Robert, too, extends his arm to grab his briefcase on the sofa. "I'll be back before you miss me," You add your witty remark shamelessly, causing Robert to chuckles under his breath.