Chapter 2.
Cassandra! "You come down here, young lady," Cale yelled for her daughter, who had been imprisoned inside her chamber for days.
Cassie knew something was up when she heard her mother call her by her full name. Her mother only refers to her as "Cassandra" after she has done something wrong.
She was aware that this was about to happen. She stepped into their kitchen and noticed her mother clutching a piece of paper with her glasses on and a disappointed expression on her face.
"It indicates in the note that you are not communicating with your peers, still avoiding people, and that you are refusing to go out and work on your projects with them?" She is now staring at her, expecting a response. Cassandra, on the other hand, was simply standing there in her ordinary black sweatshirt ragged jeans, and hair that looked exactly like her mother's.
"You already know how much I despise going to school! I've asked you several times to let me homeschool, but you've refused," she answered.
"Don't use that tone on me, young woman. I know what is best for you. I know you're an introvert, but I don't want you to become accustomed to being the subject of gossip because you don't get along with your classmates."
Cassie walked to the fridge to get a bottle of water for the reason her mother's speech had made her thirsty. Cale glanced at her grown-up 19-year-old daughter. She hadn't expected her to grow up such a strong and opinionated child. But what can she hope for? Knowing that Cassandra inherited the majority of her characteristics. Cassandra possesses an unfathomable wrath, and she, too, has hazel eyes. Her nose and lips, however, resemble those of her father.
She has such a distinct beauty that even in a hoodie and ragged jeans, most guys turn their heads and stare.
"I'll be visiting your university this week, and I'd like you to be considerate. Make an effort to blend in and avoid doing anything that would complicate the situation."
Cassie is now standing behind the kitchen counter, still grasping the bottled water and staring mindlessly at the ceiling.
"Are you hearing me? Cassandra, what struck you?"
"Yes, I can hear you perfectly, mother" Cassie returned to her bedroom without looking back.
How long can I put up with this rebellious kid? She pondered. After an incident with Cassie's father a few years ago, she never tried or even dared to date again. She promised herself that when Casie was eventually able to move out and get herself a new apartment, she would live alone and have some pets.
She walked to the kitchen top and tried to heat some water so she could make herself a cup of tea and read a book to distract herself from this dreadful situation. After a few minutes, the water is finally simmering. She poured some into her teacup cup and headed to the sofa, her book still open to the last page she was reading.
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Hot to Handle
RomanceCassandra despises being outside. She was terrified of many things. She was terrified of people, attachments, friends, eating, and living her life. One of the characteristics that people dislike about her is her fiery temper. But she didn't anticipa...
