When Sparks Fly *discontinued*

Chapter Four: Casually

The blaring sound of rock music rumbled through my ears as my eyes shot open, the familiar surroundings of my apartment room welcoming me. I sigh in relief as I close my eyes, trying to let sleep take me away just for 30 minutes longer. "You'd think paying a ridiculous amount of money on rent in Beverly Hills would allow you some peace and quiet in the morning", I mumble to myself. Morning....I. think to myself, my eyes shoot open once again as I launch myself out of my bed, like a startled cat. I whip my head to the clock on my nightstand, 2:46 pm. A wince flooded my body as I realised the side effects of agreeing to go anywhere at night with Margot. I stood before my bed in my outfit from the night before, my head slowly panning to the floor-length mirror, scared of what it might reveal, and god, I looked like shit. "At least I woke up in my own home", I said blandly. 

I trudge my way to the bathroom, gradually peeling off all the articles of clothing on my body. I enter the shower and let the warm water envelop my body. I don't usually let myself in bed in this kind of state, but clearly, last night was an exception. It felt like hours in the shower; an 'everything' shower was necessary. I thanked the heavens that today was a Sunday, and I made my way into my kitchen, all freshened up and dressed in my comfy go-to loungewear. I found my phone next to a pile of documents and my bag from last night that I so elegantly dumped on my kitchen counter after whatever happened. I feel like I should've been somewhat prepared for the tsunami of messages from Margot that bombarded my phone and somehow still piling in. The idea of thinking about last night...and Brad was terrifying to me, but against my nerves, my fingers hovered over the messages app and clicked. Messages from as early as 1 am this morning filled my phone.

~Margot~

1:12 am - Cass!

Hello!

Cass!

I'm still here waiting for you at the bar btw!

1:34 am - So you were with Brad!?!?!?1111

I just heard from some rando party-goer....pls text me! I NEED THE GOSS

2:07 am - Cass Brad has just told me you ran off.

In his words, like a deer in headlights... whatever that means!

WHAT DID HE SAY!?!

Cass....ur at home are you! U HOBBIT U LEFT ME!!!

Fuck, Brad. I thought. I launch into this immediate reflection of last night, Brad's and I'm brought back to reality by the sound of a doorbell, my doorbell. I scurry over to my front door, pulling it open. I'm met with a face full of flowers.  A delivery man peeks his head from behind the bouquet. "Ms. Cassie?" He asks.

"Ughh...yes! That's me", I say, almost buffering for words. Comprehending the sheer size of this bouquet made me at a loss for words. The delivery man hands me the flowers and leaves. I lugg the heavy flowers over to my dining table, setting them down. The scent of the pink and white flowers filled my apartment as I noticed a card nestled among them. I reached for the card and opened it to find a handwritten note. 

Cassie, I hope the flowers find you well. I asked Margot for your address, I hope that's okay. My phone number is below; please use it. I meant it when I said I wanted to take you on a date. 

-xoxo B.

My heart fluttered at the note. Brad's handwriting was a lot more delicate than I expected. My hands reached for my phone, writing a text message to Brad, and before my mind could comprehend my actions, I hit send.

To: Brad.

I got your flowers, thank you.

The sudden realisation of last night and this moment all came together at once as I launched my phone across the room to my coach. My hands shot up to my face to make sure I wasn't dreaming, slightly pinching my cheeks. Ow, definitely not dreaming. A loud ding echoed through my apartment, notifying me of a new message. I lept over to my phone, unlocking it to see a message from Brad.