Sincerely, The Hippie.

T H R E E

"I think I just wet my pants."

Cassandra's POV;

"Give her back her damn clothes, Jenette." He says, a demanding tone coating his voice.

She and I slowly look up at the guy who interrupted our almost-smackdown.

And then it hit me. I realize how I let this Jenette girl get to me, and I never let anyone get to me. This is seriously not like me, this isn't like the old fun 'carefree' Cassandra.

I put down the not so sharp-but-can leave nasty bruises knife back on her tray and step away from her, trying to cool off my boiling blood.

She glares at me, and pulls down her blouse harshly, as she turns her attention to the guy.

"Ugh, Xavier. What do you want?" She says rolling her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for his reply.

"I already asked you, her clothes."
He answers, matter of factly.

"And why would I do anything you ask me to?" She laughs at Xavier, raising her perfect eyebrows up at him.

The guy walks closer to her and looks her straight in the eyes. He looks pretty intimidating, if you ask me. But whatever, if he's gonna help me get my clothes back, he's an angel.

"Because, if you don't, I would have to do-," He doesn't complete his sentence and it happens quickly too, but he grabs the bag from Jeanette.

He finishes, "--this," and smirks as his large group of fan girls and friends laugh in mockery.

Jeanette looks from the left to the right, and she opens her mouth to say something but closes it again, failing to speak. She stomps her foot much like a three year old and looks at him and then back at me, frustrated and flustered.

"You know what, take it. I don't even care anymore. I won't waste my time." She says, in between frustration.

I perk up, waiting for her next move. She grabs her purse, and tells 'her girls' to follow her.

Everyone watches as the Queen Bee and her posy walk out of the cafeteria.

Once they're gone, I feel a rush of relief over take my body. Glancing back at Xavier, I move to take my bag, but the douche moved it, holding it up next to his tall frame.

"Na-uh-uh," He tsks at me, shaking his head.

Really? Hasn't this day been enough? I'm really tired and exhausted and I don't need him and Jeanette elongating my day any further.

I straighten my back and stand up again.

"I'll give you your bag. But only under one condition," He says, almost unsure himself.

I raise an eyebrow, curious as to what he would want from me. A not-so pretty, new-girl in a towel, fighting for whatever is left of her dignity.

"What do you want?," I snap.

"Well, not a lot of things. But for now, You'll have to..," He begins, except he's interrupted as a voice yells out from the back of the cafeteria.

"--STRIP!," The guy whoops.

I immediately turn my attention to look at Isaac, the school's clown. If I've noticed anybody in the few periods of this day, it's him. He's practically the only entertaining person with actual humor, It's pretty amusing listening to him and his jokes if anything.

Everyone in the cafeteria has a reaction, While the girls laugh it off, the boys hoot & cheer. I raise both of my eyebrows now and think of the best way to reply in a situation like this.