Like Father, Like Son

Chapter 3 - Just my type

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Alexandra--------->

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Lunch

I turned my Porsche to Lawson Ave. and cut the engine, waiting for Cassandra. I'm not expecting this to be a date because were just hanging out, we both made it clear that were not into relationships and we'll just chill together.

I took out my phone and started playing games as I wait for this chick. I came here 1:07 sharp, no more no less and here she is being late. I wonder why she wasn't in my mom's party the other night? I wished I just met her instead of that rude Nastasia gal.

Five minutes has passed and I'm starting to get bored, I cranked the music up and bobbed my head with the beat. Someone tapped on the passenger side window and I snapped my head towards the knocker. Cassandra was standing there with a smile on her face and my mood lit up, unlocking the door, she pulled it open and lowered herself inside.

"Sick ride," She beamed, checking out the interior of my Porsche.

"Hey to you too!" I said sarcastically and she chuckled and it sounded like angels were singing to me.

"Hey Meyers," Cassandra leaned over and gave me a tight hug with her chest pressed up against mine. Her hair smelt like cinnamon and my mouth watered at the familiar scent, I moaned. "Damn Meyers, you already want seconds," She said then I realize she was talking about sex, I laughed slightly.

"So where do you want?" I asked when we both pulled away.

"Uhm... Pizza Hut?" She said unsure, I just nodded. My car purred alive and she had an amused look on her face. I like impressing girls, what can I say?

Pizza sounds good right now and it's not that far away. I'm glad that Cassandra is not like the other girls who are trying hard to get a guys attention, even though she's high class, she's not afraid to eat at a low class restaurant. Me, well as long as its food, I don't care.

"How'd you get my number?" I asked, glancing at her.

"I have sources," she shrugged, staring straight ahead at the windshield.

"Mhmm, maybe you're the one falling for me Cass," I smirked.

"Shut up Meyers!" She playfully shoved my arm and I smiled. Why is she calling me Meyers? I didn't mind it but it sounded weird when she called me by my last name.

"Why do you call me Meyers?" I was curious and she smirked raising her brows at me.

"Why not?" She retorted back. I don't know but I have good vibes with Cassandra.

"It sounds weird, it's like me calling you Logan," That would be odd if I call her by her last name... So I'm sticking to Cassandra. Or Cass. Or Cassie. Or Andra...

"Suck it up butter cup!" She propped her feet up my dashboard with her stilettoes sticking out.

"Hey! Careful with my baby!" I warned her and she burst out laughing.

"Jeez! Sorry!" But she didn't dare to move a muscle, I sighed. Better get used to being with this crazy girl. her tattoo caught my eyes and it was Marilyn Monroe on her left arm and on her right wrist, what is that? A twisted snake? How many tattoos does this chick have?

"She was inspirational from her acting careers," she caught me staring at her arm. "Too bad she had a drug over dose." She sighed like it was the saddest thing in the world. I only have one tattoo and it was a dragon across my back with Chinese writing on the side, yep I'm cool like that and getting that tattoo was one hella pain!