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boa constrictor

☆: *.☽ Cassandra ☆: *.☽

"Twisting all my smiles into snarls"

March 6, 2005

I pushed through the doors of Tommen, with my hood thrown over my head—trying to conceal my identity. Not that it mattered anyway, no one ever dared to speak to me.

If they did it was to fire off a rude insult or remind me that I was a liar.

That's all anyone knew me as—a liar—which should've offended me, and it use to. I'd come home from school in tears over the fact no one would fucking listen to me.

But now I didn't care. I knew the truth and that's all that mattered. None of these incompetent spoiled rich kids mattered to me. And I made that very clear.

I tore open my locker—the one that was still next to Veronica's—and I prayed that I wouldn't have to see her stupid backstabbing face.

If I did I might claw her fucking eyes out.
Because this day was already bullshit. I angrily yanked my maths book out of my locker and shoved it into my bag.

Like the world was against me—which at this point it had to be—she appeared next to me with a posse of brain dead girls wearing far too much makeup. 

"How's it going, Boa," Veronica snickered, using the nickname I'd earned over the past year.

Boa as in boa constrictor because as far as everyone was concerned I was as good as a snake.

"Don't even speak to me," I hissed, "I can't deal with you today."

"So much for trying to be polite," She rolled her eyes.

"Fuck yourself," I muttered, slamming my locker shut and getting the hell away from her.

I headed towards maths, my earbuds playing music in my ears at full blast because I needed to drown out all these morons.

Stepping into the class my teacher was immediately talking to me but I couldn't hear it thanks to the music.

She stood up from her desk and yanked one of my earbuds out, "No music in class, and no hoods either."

"Yeah, Boa," Rebecca—one of Veronica's friends—mocked me in a singsong tone.

"Choke," I hissed, storming over to my seat in the back corner of the room.

I sank into the seat and I yanked out a notebook. I somehow managed to maintain pretty good grades, probably because I had nothing better to do than study.

I tried to focus on the lecture but my mind did what it always does—dragged me back to that night.

I pushed the heels of my palms into my eye sockets so hard I saw stars. It was my own personal way of coping when I knew a panic attack was coming.

A girl—Megan, I think her name is—sat in the seat next to me and gave me a small smile. Which I didn't return, I knew better. Everyone I loved had a way of stabbing me in the back.

Trust no one, I reminded myself.

I zoned out for nearly the entire class before snapping back to life when the teacher said my name, "I guess that leaves Theodore and Cassandra."

Great. The last thing I fucking needed was to do a partner project. Especially if my partner was some fuck head on the rugby team.

"Good luck with that one, Hayes," Some eejit with a man bun snickered, "That bitch is poison."

"Yeah, they don't call her Boa for nothing," Another snorted.

I shot them both looks of disgust before settling my eyes on Theo. I'd been going to school with him since first year but I don't think I'd actually ever spoken to him.

Partly because he was on the rugby team and partly because no one ever made an effort to speak to me.

Ignoring the lads surrounding him, he stood up and walked towards me.

"Cassandra, right?" He confirmed, notebook in hand.

"You think you'd know that considering your friends were just talking about me," I bit out, my walls closing around me.

"Those lads aren't my friends," He frowned, "Besides, they are all assholes."

I looked up at him and glared at his stupid handsome face. I knew all about guys like Theo. They roped you in with their nice guy persona and then they sucked the life out of you.

"Don't try to be nice to me," I snapped, "I want nothing to do with you. Let's just divide up the work and then never speak again."

He blinked rapidly, like my words confused him, before he grabbed a chair from an empty desk and dragged it over to mine.

"I'm not trying to be nice," He shrugged, "This is just how I am. We can divide the work if you really want, but I'd prefer to work together."

"Well, I don't want to work with you, Theodore," I rolled my eyes, "Just write your number down on this paper and I'll text you if I really need help with something."

He studied my face before grabbing the paper and jotting down his phone number, "You know, not everyone is out to get you, Cassandra. People might be nicer if you returned it."

He stood up, moved the chair back to where he got it and sighed.

"I don't need your advice, or your sympathy," I hissed, "Just do your part and we will be able to move on from this."

I didn't care that I was being mean. I'd been fucked over too many times to trust some eejit with a pretty face.

So I shut my notebook, shoved it in my bag and got the fuck out of that class.

I didn't need Theodore's help.
I didn't need anyone's help.

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Cassandra you will always be loved by me.

idc if you guys hate her she just can't trust anyone

so much lore

i love you

xoxo

-Freyja