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

Part Ten

NOTE:
New cover, who dis?

"Don't Ask, Don't Tell"

Diane gnaws on her fingernails uncontrollably, her eyebrows furrowed, her foot bounces back and forth unrestrained on the floor — anxiety has completely taken over her; to confront, or not to confront? She's confident she knows everything there is to know about you and Robert — based on what was told by her beloved boyfriend. "It was right under my nose!" She exclaims with tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks.

However... why the tears? The thought of her father having a sexual affair is common enough, but when it involves a 17-year-old girl she fully trusted with her life, it hurts just a little bit more. Even with that much confidence in her knowledge, Diane refuses to believe her own friend would do something that abominable. "Cassie, Cassie, Cassie!" She chants her battle cry — how does one even begin to accept it? She's your sidekick at school, the one who always takes the blame, and now you're betraying that sacred friendship? That's classic treason.

"God, you taste better than high school boys." You throw an odd compliment in Robert's direction as the two of you tiptoe out bathroom downstairs. "Yeah, no shit, all they eat is McDonald's nowadays," Robert softly replied while adjusting his belt. "You can blame Clinton for that." Your referential joke lightens the mood; Robert fails to stifle his laugh. "What kinda 17-year-old makes political jokes?" He could be teasing you but the curve of his lips and the blue, relaxed eyes fool no one — he's impressed, and you're leaving a lasting mark on him. "A political one, ya dig?" You riposted, beautifully feisty.

Before the man could leave the hallway, you reach for his arm, stopping him in his tracks — you remembered an old joke you used to pull after giving heads to some boys. "Hey, wanna kiss?" That's it, that's the whole joke; you'd ask them if they want to know how they taste. But Robert, without any hesitation, slams his lips against yours and uses his tongue to beg you for a taste of his seed.

As he releases the kiss, you're wide-eyed in amazement — he gives you another reason to keep the relationship going. "What? You think this is gross?" Robert lifts a brow with a smug look. "I'm not some 16-year-old boy," He continued, eyes darker than the color black. Visibly impressed, you lay a hand behind his neck, "What else have you tasted with that mouth?" Your curiosity heightened. Robert chuckles slyly, "You wouldn't kiss me again if I tell you." His smile pushes you over the edge, you have to lean in for another kiss.

You enter Diane's room with your heart beating so loud you can almost hear it. In your element of surprise, you find Diane staring blankly at the computer screen without making any movement. "Had fun sunbathing?" She asked once you settle down on her bed. "Yeah, your dad yelled at me cause I threw his special mocktail away." You light up a cigarette from Diane's pack, it's not your favorite brand but still... somewhat smokable. "That's typical." The girl laughs sinisterly, stirring some uneasiness in you.

"Anyway, I'm going home," You said without wasting any time to gather your belongings. Suddenly, Diane swivels around in her chair, displaying a facial expression that you can't quiet understand; is it anger? Is it frustration? If it's indeed anger, you better pray hell or heaven lets you in; Diane gets physical when her blood boils — and not in a sexy way

"Did you have fun at the party, too?" Her chilling response hitches your breath, but you stare at her with a pair of confused eyes, hoping to throw her off. "What?" You frantically chuckle as the word leaves your mouth. "John Milton's birthday party," Diane casually replied, springing out of her beige leather chair. Your hands start to shake on their own, your mouth dry like the Sahara desert. "Did my dad introduce you as his new girlfriend?" The girl crosses her arms, a menacing yet woeful smile appears on her visage. You scoff disapprovingly, "Diane—" "Did you have fun pretending to be my mom?" Diane protested with a stinging question for you.