Searching Cassie

1) An Unexpected Arrival

Kaya Scodelario as Samantha Kerrigan (with dark blonde hair and brown eyes instead)

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Guest

"Miss Kerrigan, is something wrong?" Professor Daniels asked the silent girl standing in front of him. "You seem very distracted during today's lecture."

"No, Professor," Samantha forced a smile. "I'm just...facing some rather difficult troubles."

The phone in Samantha's hand vibrated quite loudly. She clenched her fists even more tighter.

"Ah, I see," Professor Daniels nodded slowly, glancing at Samantha's crimson complexion. "I am sure you'll be able to solve them smoothly. I am impressed by your dedication to Literature, and I hope you would continue to do so."

Samantha's heart fluttered a little at the compliment. "Thank you, Professor!" She grinned, a sincere one this time. "I swear I will make you proud!"

"You can leave," Professor Daniels opened the mahogany door of his office, a kind smile edging on his wrinkly face. "Feel free to knock on this door anytime."

Samantha nodded enthusiastically and watched the door close slowly behind her.

Beep.

Her phone was vibrating. Again.

Samantha turned on her iPhone 4 and clicked the messages app.

You have 20 new messages from Cheating Bastard.

Gritting her teeth, Samantha scanned the overflowing messages on her cell phone.

Cheating Bastard: I'm sorry, Sam. Rachel was just a mistake.

Cheating Bastard: Baby, please answer me.

Cheating Bastard: I love you so much, do you know that?

Samantha rolled her eyes as she turned off her phone, not bothering to read the other seventeen ones. She didn't need anymore crap in her life.

"Sam!"

"Damn," Samantha muttered as Jon, the sender of the spam, approached her hastily.

"Wait, Sam," Jon panted. "I'm sorry."

Samantha quickened her pace of footsteps, but Jon easily caught up with his long legs. He wasn't Star Quarterback for nothing.

"Can you give us a cha---"

"Go away!" yelled Samantha, anger boiling at Jon's guilty expression. "Go back to Rachel's dorm and have some fun that I can't provide for you with her!"

"Look---"

"Cut it out!" Samantha hissed. "I'm done with your bullshit."

"Rachel is nothing, Sam!" Jon cried. "She's merely an obstacle between the both of us."

Samantha looked straight into Jon's blue eyes, blue eyes which once bewitched her.

"An obstacle you threw in front of us," Samantha sneered in her coldest voice.

She marched to the exit and swung the doors open.

"Oh, Jon?" She turned around and shot Jon the sweetest smile she could ever muster. "It's Samantha to you."

With a slam, Samantha left a dumbstruck Jon standing in the middle of the corridors.

***

"Jerk," Samantha muttered, piling up the folded clothes roughly. "I should've known."

Anger was getting the best of Samantha. It was evident from the tall stack of clothing next to her.

"Thank you, dear!" Blair, the owner of the boutique exclaimed. "My my, aren't you a sweetheart."

"It's nothing, Blair." Samantha couldn't help but smiled at her bubbly employer."Glad to help."

"You deserve a raise," Blair declared, checking the ridiculous thick-wristed watch on her arm. "By the way, you should leave now. It's eight already."

***

Samantha scurried into an old apartment, completely drenched from the sudden heavy rain.

She regretted not grabbing her umbrella in the washroom when she left for New York University in the morning.

"Wait," Samantha paused her scattered thoughts. "I don't recall my umbrella in the bathroom."

She continued thinking so hard that she didn't notice the elevator reached the fifth floor at first.

Then where the hell was her umbrella? Samantha's brows knitted.

The library? No. She dumped it in her bag when she left the day before yesterday.

What did you do after studying in the library? Samantha asked herself.

"I went to Rachel Wilson's dormitory to collect the Literature Club questionnaires," Samantha murmured. "And found her...that sneaky little bitch enjoying Jon's presence." A look of disgust ascended on her face.

Then the picture of her, Samantha Kerrigan throwing an umbrella at her astonished ex-boyfriend flashed through her mind. The more she replayed that moment, the bigger the possibility it actually happened.

"Oh my God," Samantha groaned. She buried her face in her hands, feeling extremely embarrassed. "Why did I do that?"

Why am I feeling awkward about what I did? Samantha questioned. Well, it's his fault being a cheater.

And I thought we were forever and ever. Her heart sank in anger and sadness as she reminisced her previous happy thoughts.

Really, things in books won't happen in real life. She chuckled bitterly. He was practically begging on his knees but unlike the protagonists in romances, I didn't feel remorseful for that asshole. She straightened up then walked to her apartment.

Samantha rummaged her jeans' pocket and got her ancient key out. Just when she was about to insert the key into the lock, she felt someone holding onto her right foot tightly.

What do you think about Samantha?