Dont F*ck With Me

Chapter Five: Cassie

"I swear to fucking God, if one more person had suggested a Snowflake theme for the Winter Formal, my head would've exploded."

"It wasn't so bad, Cas. The Winter in Paris idea had some potential."

"Yeah, and it's also the first thing that pops up when you google 'Winter Formal Themes' which means that the entire hour and a half meeting could've been summed up with one thirty second google search. I don't know about you, but that fits my definition of bad."

I held the door open so Chloe could pass through as we left the student government meeting.

"I just can't believe Emma wanted to head the dance committee; it doesn't seem like her regular thing."

"She's just trying to beef up her leadership opportunities for her college apps. I'll throw her the bulletin board committee next quarter instead."

"What about Brian then?"

I sighed. "I don't fucking know. That's a problem for next quarter."

Stuff like this was exactly why Chloe hadn't wanted president.

We'd talked about it before elections last year and this exact sort of bullshit was why she'd opted for VP and Social Chair instead. She got to do all the fun stuff and I was left to sort out the bullshit of the student government assholes trying to rack up leadership opportunities. It really had been dumb of Emma to try for Winter Formal Chair though, Chloe had run that committee since she'd set her heart on it sophomore year. Sophomores never headed the big committees, especially not for the dances, so it had taken quite a bit of work to land it our sophomore year, but she'd done a great job with it ever since. The girl was a party planning genius.

"Maybe she didn't like how last year's went?"

Apparently, we were still on the topic.

"Last year's formal was fucking great, okay? Don't worry about Emma, she probably didn't even realize what she was volunteering for, she just wanted to chair something."

"Or maybe she has a lot of ideas for it? I'll text her and ask her if she wants to talk about them or something. That way she's still included?"

I sighed, she really did have to make everyone happy, "You're a fucking angel, Chlo."

"What? Would that be mean? Do you think she'd take it as me rubbing it in that she didn't get it?"

I stopped walking, grabbing her shoulders so she had to make eye contact with me. "Chloe, you've been planning these dances since sophomore year. You do a great job with them and this is your last year. You deserved that spot, and you got it. If you want to reach out to Emma to hear her ideas, that's fantastic. It doesn't mean you're rubbing it in; it means you're a good leader who cares about this stupid dance."

I let go of her, "Now, let's go watch your boyfriend get his ass kicked."

"Don't say that! He might win." She corrected me and I knew the winter formal debate had been dropped.

"Yeah, he might... but you're hoping he doesn't." I smirked at her over my shoulder as we walked.

"I am not!" But she blushed hard as she said it and I knew my best friend well enough to know that was a lie.

Don't get me wrong, she'd be happy for him if he won, she's not that petty. She's not petty at all actually. But I knew her well enough to know that she liked him better when he lost. Victorious Christian went out to a celebration party even though it was a fuckin Monday, got very drunk, and did something crazy that would have her up until dawn waiting on a phone call saying he had gotten home safe. Loser Christian would get unusually cuddly and clingy for the night and end up sleeping at her place but being too tired for sex, so they literally just cuddled and slept. She'd never say it out loud since she loved him and wanted to be supportive and all that crap, but they'd been together long enough for me to notice.