❝You love him.❞
❝He doesn't exist to me.❞
Cassidy has gone through some ups and downs, but this high school experience is going on the ride of his life. Optimistic teacher Will Schuester heads up McKinley High School's glee club -- New Direction...
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In the morning, Cassie walks into the building. A student walks with a gelled beverage. All pupils away on their passage from fear to receive it in the face.
"My weave!" Merecades groaned, getting frustrated.
Rachel, fear, a deep breath but it does not take him in, his face. On the contrary, Finn receives it. Finn, at first surprised and then angry threw himself on his pupils.
Finn screams, "What the hell, Karosfsky?"
"Finn, calm down. You're making a sense." Cassie said.
Karosfsky comes back and faces Finn. "Oh, I've wanted to do that ever since fifth grade. . . when you made fun of me for getting pubes. Now that you've joined Lullaby Lee's and insperminated the queen of the Chasity Ball. . . and dropped below us hockey dudes on the food chain? It's open season." Karosfsky smiles.
"Shut up Karosfsky or you'll be sorry," Cassie warned him.
He rolled his eyes, coming towards Cassie. "Oh, shut up, Cassie. One day, he'll be gone and you'll belong to me. . . all me."
Finn pushes while Quinn, furious, addresses him.
"Don't talk to my best friend like that." Quinn snapped at him.
"Screw you, Karosfsky! You and your Neanderthal puck-heads are nothing!" Cassie lashed out, trying to hurt him.
Finn throws him against the lockers.
"You're gonna pay for this, dude!" Finn growled.
Karosfsky pushed it.
"No, I'm not. You two don't have the juice anymore. Welcome to the new world order." Karosfsky laughed. Karosfsky goes under the eye of Quinn, Cassie, and Finn.
"Why didn't you let me get him!" Cassie groaned.
"Because you would've gotten hurt," Finn exclaimed, trying to calm her down.
Cassie aggressively took Finn's arms off her. "Well, I'm crazy enough to try. Plus, you heard him. I'm on the table. . . I'm never supposed to be on the table."
"You could always tell, Puck. He'll do something." Quinn shrugged.
"Why should he get all the fun?" Cassie asked, walking away. She wanted to get revenge on her own, not as some helpless girl.
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Cassie groaned as she slumped over her desk, her wet hair sticking to her face and clothes still dripping with bright red slush. She shivered slightly, the cold liquid seeping through her clothes and onto her skin.
From across the classroom, Cole noticed her disheveled state and leaned over to whisper, "Cassie, what happened? You look like you just ran through a snowstorm."
