The Castings (On Hold and Editing/ Hiatus)

6 Off with His Head!

The Castings: Chapter 6

The Castings: Chapter 6 Off with His Head!

Cassidy's POV

The fucking prick.

Who does he think he is? He can't just go through my things, take advantage of me, and get the fuck away with it!

OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!

*sigh* If only my mom was the Red Queen of Hearts from Lewis Caroll's, Alice in Wonderland. She would have already fed him to the Jabberwocky after slaying his head off! Life isn't always fair and it sucks. Adrian may be a well-known jerk but I don't see that as a reason for him to act like one towards me. I'm not even gonna acknowledge him as one because that would just prove that I'm allowing him to treat me that way, like the big jerk he is! Hell! I'm not even gonna acknowledge his presence! I'm gonna ignore him like he wasn't even gonna be in my damn room tonight. Damn! I almost forgot that I'm spending a movie night with him.

A whole fricking night with the goddamn asshole! Arghh!

I was beyond pissed. The word pissed doesn't even describe how I'm feeling right now. I walked-out, no, ran-out on all 'em dumb pricks who ganged up against me earlier. I think I made it clear to them that I didn't like Adrian, not even one bit.

Yeah, we did have that moment back there in my room, and yeah, we did stare, I mean glare! at each other longer than I would have wanted too; but I bet that happens to him all the time. It was just one of his dumb strategies to get girls. And unfortunately, he thought that I was even dumb enough to be included in his never ending list of girls he's harassed on a daily basis.

In my case, I bet his strategy went on along the lines of...

'Ohhh, I'm sorry, you just irritated me so much. Why don't I just tackle you to your bed and fiercely make out with you for you to shut up?'

Well tough luck, he ain't one lucky bitch to get that far with me! But he was lucky enough to get away with what he did earlier. I know that I'm supposed to be polite and escort him around the house and back to my room, but it didn't seem like he needed the help. After all, he didn't have such a hard time in finding his fancy ass in my room the first time.

I slowly made my way to my room when I bumped into someone.

It was Mrs. Caster.

You see, instead of "Texting while driving", "I think while walking". And usually, when I'm submerged in my thoughts, I'm not that aware of my surroundings. But look on the bright side, at least I'm not in a car crash!

"Ohh Cassidy! Je suis tellement désolé" (I am so sorry) Mrs. Caster apologized in French.

"Oh dear, my language slipped, I meant to say that I was sorry. Are you alright?" She corrected and giggled.

"Je vais bien, je suis désolé trop Mrs. Caster." (I'm fine, I'm sorry too) I replied, sort of proud that I understood her.

"I see, you speak french too, huh?" She asked.

"Oui." (Yes)

"Ahh... the qualities of a remarkable young writer." She spoke in a soft, feminine, and refined manner.

She was a remarkable person.

"Pardon?"

"The idea of a young writer knowing more than one language... interests me. Tell me, is French your mother tongue? or something you've just picked up on." She asked with interest.