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

Part Fifteen

"Cassie's Chores"

It's difficult to believe, but a week has passed since the parking lot incident. School has started and Mr. Prescott hounded you about your performance as Juliet. "You're not saying the lines properly! Read them again!" He'd theatrically scream and think it helps. Having more than enough stress in your life, you theatrically dropped the dagger that's supposed to kill Romeo tonight and told him you quit.

Mr. Prescott's eyes were filled with rage—true rage, not the thespian kind—and he lost it. He wouldn't have if your understudy weren't Diane, but she quitted before she even signed up for it—she never cared for the overrated play to begin with; only joining for the higher chance of getting closer to you.

Speaking of your runaway best friend, she hasn't been in contact—not a call, not a text, nada. You expected it from her, but not Robert. His daughter is missing, yet you haven't been called by the police to give a statement about her disappearance.

The kids at your school are talking, but all it roused up was rumors: some said Diane was kidnapped, some said she overdosed at a crackhouse, and some did speculate the correct answer that she left with Jared. Robert's phone must be bombarded with calls from the principal and teachers of Dalton High, yet nothing happened. You wonder what exactly he's saying to keep them off his back while taking care of his sick wife.

How did you find out Leah's awake? Funny story. You stumbled across her while visiting Judd—you thought she was still comatose, so you wanted to check her color—and she greeted you like she's known you before.

"Ah, you're Diane's friend! She talked about you, but failed to mention how gorgeous you are."

She complimented your look, and not personality because she knew you can't be trusted. Before you could even decide whether to tell her about Diane — Robert, her knight in shitty armor, arrived.

Only then did you notice that Leah wasn't in her hospital gown; she was all primped up and ready to start healing at home—the place that's supposed to be sexless since she fell ill, but wasn't.

"Cassandra! How's your brother?" Robert was so keen on making things normal that he didn't even look at your cleavage that you accentuated with the new Wonderbra—maybe he's moved on?

"He's discharging this Friday."

You locked eyes with him. And if you had to describe it in words, it was similar to when he put a hand on your neck and pulled your hair back, all while giving you the most lustful kiss you could imagine. He wanted nothing more than to take you somewhere far and make love night and day—hard to admit, but your self-esteem was at its all-time high again.

Robert nodded firmly. "Good to hear! You be safe now, missy. Send him my regards." He laid his palm against your shoulder, emitting the warmest of heat, almost as hot as your burning desire for one another.

Missy, huh? He knew just the right button of yours to push. Leah was smiling throughout the whole thing; unable to discern the salacious look in her husband's eyes.

"I'm glad Diane has you as a friend, Cassandra. You're very kind." She gave you a faint smile, still weak from all the medicines they filled her with before sending her home.

"Oh, no. It's the other way around, believe me." You subtly glanced at Robert as you spoke.

The couple chuckled at your obvious joke—they know their daughter too well—before picking up the bags.

"It's a shame Diane's still on that trip," Leah told you.

On what now? You shifted your eyes to Robert, and he immediately jerked his gaze away, unable to live with the lies he had told her.