Whatever (BoyxBoy)

#notcassidy (pt.7)

Cassidy Landos

Hey. I'm Cassidy. Cassidy Landos. Your classic straight A student with that "Perfect Life". My boyfriend is Jaciel. Wait. Correction, my boyfriend was Jaciel. We just broke up yesterday after a long fight with him.

"Stay away from him, Cassidy. Damn, that's all I'm asking." Jaciel snapped, buckling his belt.

"Okay! You sit up here and have sex with me then you start talking to me about Drake and me "Flirting?"" I yelled, throwing a pillow at him. "You're shit."

"Oh, shut the fuck up." Jaciel groaned. 

"Don't talk to me like that, Jaciel!" I snapped at him, pointing my finger directly at him.

He smacked my hand away from him. "Get your damn hand out my face, bitch ass."

"Get out!" I screamed. 

All I remember was him staring at me before grabbing his things and left. I remember him cussing at me once more then left, slamming the door. I just cried all night, missing him already. However, I needed to get over it. 

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I walked into the classroom, looking at Jaciel already talking to another girl. My makeup was ruined due to me crying all night. I walked pass Jaciel, looking at him talk to Mary Jane. What an absolute whore. 

"H-Hey, Cassidy?" I heard a voice. I turned around and saw Landon, that red headed nerd. "C-Can I borrow your Civil War notes, please?"

I stared at him for a second. "Oh, uh, sure." Reaching in my bag, I realized that this was the boy that fought Jaciel and lost. Twice. Seesh. Poor kid.

"Here."

"Thank you."

"Oh, and Landon?"

He turned around just before he could leave. "Uh, yeah?"

"Did Jaciel ever mention anything about me?" 

"N-not as I recall. I d-do remeber-"

"Shark bait!" I heard a voice call out. 

Landon turned around slowly viewing the smirking Jaciel's face. 

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Landon Silas

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That annoying asshole. Why does he keep bothering me? Honestly, what a dick. I just walked around him after he called my name, making him frown. He then ignored me, but I just got to my seat like normal. As I sat at my desk, I saw Drake, listening to music and I saw Trish, twerking on the desk like a fool. 

"Trish, what are you doing?" I asked, sitting my bag on the floor. "You look dumb."

"Throw that ass in a circle." Trish sung. "Bro, what does It look like I'm doing? Eating a jar of nutella?"

"Don't you do that on saturdays?" I asked.

"And sundays!"

I shook my head in embarrassment. "Wow."

"Class, take a seat!" Subsitute Mr. Konne yelled. After the sub yelled that, you know how the class gets. Everyone started screaming and acting crazy like their arms have been chopped off. 

"Isabella, your boyfriends here!"

"Shut up, idiot!"

"Sit your asses down!"

"Island Boi, he is gonna make it."

"Bing Bong!"

"What do you wonna tell Jo Byron Right Now?!"

"Sup baby, take me out to dinner."

Is all we heard throughout the entire class. Sooner or later, an admin came and took most students out the room. They also took Jaciel and Trish. Jaciel was cussing out the sub, ignoring the work that needed to be done and Trish was being Trish. Noisy, Flirty, and doesn't listen. I'm actually shocked that Riley's slow ass didn't get put out. Usually, that's her thing. 

"Did you hear about the party going on at Mary Jane's house? I heard everyones invited." AJ whispered. 

I heard everyone talking about that party. Trish being Trish is already begging me to go, she was blowing up my phone with messages. 

"Fine." I groaned while on the phone with Trish. Mr. Kroone finally decided to dismiss us from the class, finally! That shithead was acting like he was going to kidnap us. Well, that's how Riley described it. "I'll go, seesh."

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Trish was stupid. After getting a write up, she decides to cuss out a teacher for telling her to take her hood off in the hallway. What a Bozo. Trish being Trish decides to take the bus home while I walk with Riley. Trish may be my only bestfriend, and it's wierd because I'm only bestfriends with girls. Trish and Riley of course. I actually never managed to pull off a friend that's a guy besides Arlow. It's wierd how I didn't feel exactly bad after his death, I mean, I did go to his funeral yesterday. It was...awkward. I didn't feel anything after that. I didn't even cry when he died kinda. Now, why is that? All my thoughts made me lost focus while walking home.

"Riley to gay bitch, do you copy?" Riley asked, waving her hand infront of my face. "Bro, you alright?"

"Y-Yeah." I said, regaining focus. "Just.. thinking. Lot's of things on my mind."

"I get it bro." Riley said. She sounded like she knew what was going on. What a bozo. "It's clear, you have a crush on Trish. See? I got this."

"You've got the wrong idea, idiot."

"Aha! Okay. I see, alright."

"I don't have a crush on Trish." I threw my bag over my right shoulder because the left was hurting. Me and Riley walked down the street with the other walkers, and watched the cars past by. "She's my friend, and didn't you call me gay a while ago?"

"Yeah, just to tease." Riley smirked. "I know you like Drake, I can see it in your eyes."

"Drake has a girlfriend, Riley."

"No, Duh!"

Just then, a car pulled up. It was a car full of girls. "Hey! Riley!Hi!". Jessica Evans. Great, just what I need. She's this crazy girl who keeps annoying me everyday at school. Crazy psychopathic bitch. "Hey Landon!! How are you, love?!" 

"I-I'm doing great Jessica, thank you." I stuttered. 

"Hi..Jessica!" Riley faked. That girl knew she was fake. I just walked home the rest of the way while she stayed behind and talked with the "material gorls." When I arrived at my house, there was a cop car infront on my lawn. Was I in trouble, I don't get it, what could I have possibly done?

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As I opened my door, I saw my mother talking to the police. He made his way over to me. He honestly looked like he'd be a teacher Trish would flirt with, just a little something, something that popped in my mind.

"Landon Silas?" He asked, pointing his pen at me. "Do you know a Drake Oliver?"

"Y-Yes.."

"Has he committed any murders? Crimes? Robbery?" 

"No sir, not that I think."

"Alright, thank you." The cop said, making his way to our front door. "Ya'll have a safe one, thanks."

I was confused, why would he ask about Drake? Was it because of Arlow's suicide. I was tryna think to myself by getting away. My mother questioned me about it, but I denied being involved. She, of course, believed me. Stupid mf. Anyway, I decided to go to the park. There, I sat on the swing and thought about everything that so far happened. Arlow, Hot or not list, scuicides.. shark bait.. Jaciel.. ugh, why Jaciel? 

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