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

Part Seven

"Two Types of High"

You finally get to catch your breath after sprinting upstairs, your mind neglects the importance of locking the door amidst the urgency. The nightgown you're wearing is now a piece of evidence that you need to get rid of, but where are you going to hide it? "Cassandra!" Diane's calling echoes throughout the corridor, it sends shivers down your spines as her footsteps are getting near. You slip out of the dress; its satin material makes it easier, you get dressed in your previous clothes in a matter of seconds. And Leah's clothes? Well, your spacious handbag always saves you from moments like this — like the vodka bottle.

The door swung open, Diane has a wide grin across her face — she doesn't seem to notice anything out of place. "Di, I thought we were ditching together!" You hastily zip your handbag close. "Sorry, Cass! It's just that... I wanted to see Jared alone." Your friend's words strike you like an arrow. "J-Jared?" So, that's why you couldn't find him at the party; he probably ditched to see Diane. "Yeah, Jared Milton." She continues, while you're panicking; did he say anything about you and Robert?

"Jesus, you stooped that low, huh?" Keeping your anxiousness on the down-low is probably the best choice right now. "Shut up. You can say that because you can get every boy at school." Diane rolls her pale eyes at you as she takes her leather jacket off — clearly Jared's — and throws it atop your handbag on the chair. "It's not like I ask them to like me." You simply shrug, only one man has got your heart in his grip. "Yeah, and you're stupid for that," Diane emphasizes her words. She throws herself on the bed, clearly drained.

"Excuse me?" You question the girl and sit on the edge of her bed. "You're stupid. You have the look, yet you don't even bat an eye at them." Diane reclines against the bed frame, in this moment, she lets her feelings all out. "They're not my type, Di, that's all." You can't see yourself with schoolboys; they're far too immature for your taste — and hanging out at McDonald's after school isn't exactly your scene. "What?! I'm sick of your holier-than-thou attitude!" Diane leans forward with an expression you've never seen on her face before; she's either really angry or really impressed with your words.

"I'm just..." "You're a virgin, for God's sake!" She yells out, directing blatant impertinence towards you. "Well, not anymore." You subtly hint, the sudden shift in Diane's facial expression makes you laugh. "Wait, what?" With a pair of wide eyes, your friend is in utter shock; she left for one day, and all of a sudden you're no longer a virgin? "Wait, who was it?" Diane shamelessly pries furthermore, she doesn't seem to be able to put the two and two together, however. "I'm not telling you!" Hiding your face from Diane behind a pillow, you start to question your feelings for her dad. "Was it Jake? Oh my God, don't tell me it's Travis?!" The girl crawls on the bed to snatch the pillow away from your face.

"No! Not them." You shake your head profusely; there's no way you'd ever stoop that low. "Wait, wait. Is it even a guy?" Diane raises a brow suggestively, which almost has you cackling. "Diane, enough! He's not from our school." Acting so reticent, you confuse things rather than clarifying them. "Is it Eric?!" Diane suddenly snaps like she were in Family Feud. "I'm gonna go home." You smile mockingly at her and leap on your feet. "No, Cass! Tell me, how was it? Mine was bad; his dick was too small." Diane's nonchalant attitude has you puzzled; how can anyone talk about their sex life so freely?

"Di, I don't wanna talk about it..." The only reason you're not opening your mouth is that it was her fucking father. "Well, at least tell me if his dick was big?" Diane keeps pushing and you keep resisting — as magnets do. "You know I can't—" "Come on, tell me one thing, at least!" She begins to get visibly frustrated at your taciturnity. "Ugh, okay. It was this big." You estimate the length and gesture it with your fingers — probably shouldn't be doing this, but who's gonna know? "You're kidding!" Diane's jaw drops a few inches — slightly smaller than what you're gesturing. "Nope," You simply add.