Since her first day of school in California, Luke Jacobson had always been by Cassie's side.
Until she wasn't by his.
*not fanfiction; extended description in first chapter*
❝ and all I feel in my stomach is butterflies the beautiful kind, making up for lost time, taking flight, making me feel right ❞
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My mother walked over to where I was sat eating a bowl of corn flakes and kissed the top of my head.
"Bye Cassie, I'm off to work, my office number is on the fridge in case you need to reach me."
I sat and chewed for a couple seconds before her words actually processed through my head.
"Wait," I mumbled with a mouth full of mushed up cereal. "I thought you weren't starting 'til next week?"
"Cassiopeia, what have I told you about speaking with your mouth full?"
I swallowed. "Sorry."
"Anyway, apparently the new author came in early so they want us to get a head start. The faster we get to work, the faster they can put a book on the shelves."
I nodded my head. My mother worked as an editor for a publishing company, which was the main reason that we moved around a lot. It helped her to get closer to the authors and whatever inspired them, or something like that. I never really understood why.
She shouted one more goodbye before she slammed the door behind her. I looked at the clock that reads 6:43, realizing I had a little over twenty minutes before I had to get to school. Scooping the rest of my cereal into my mouth and dropping the bowl in the sink, I rushed upstairs to finish getting ready.
I had showered the previous night after my run and braided my hair before going to bed, so I only unbraided it before brushing it out and re-braiding it.
I threw on a plain white v-neck and blue skinny jeans before I hurried to shove all my homework into my backpack.
I was putting on some light makeup–just some mascara and eyeliner–when I heard a honk outside. I let out a sigh, closing my mascara tube before putting away my makeup bag.
My feet thundered down the stairs before I heard another honk, quickly followed by another honk. I groaned loudly, hurrying out the door and locking it behind me.
I visibly jumped when I heard yet another honk, narrowing my eyes at Luke, who was laughing loudly in the driver's seat of his truck.
My hand closed around the door handle and tugged, but the door stayed shut. My eyes looked up to meet Luke's and I noticed the smirk plastered on his face.
"I swear to god, Luke, open this door right now."
He rolled down the window an inch, just enough for me to hear him. "Or what? You don't have any leverage. I'm the one inside the truck that you need to get to school."
Suddenly, and idea popped into my head and a smirk took over my own face. "If you don't I'll let everyone know the real reason that you went home early that day in fourth grade"
