Bad Girls

Plans Of Action

Author's note-

Okay, first off, I want to say (if anyone is actually reading this) that my latest chapters have been crappy and rushed and short and not updated often enough. In my defense, there's been traveling and wedding and managers and recording studios, plus I don't really have a lot of reads, votes, or comments on any of my stories. Admittedly, this one has the most reads, but it was the first one I put up. I hope someone comments, because I am truly wondering whether I should give this story up. At the same time, however, I am, myself, perversely interested to find out what will happen between Joelle and Cassie and Samuel and Kyla. The only stable relationship right now is Dylan and Emma-Lynn and in all honesty, I LOVE THEM. They are my favorite couple in one of my stories ever. ANYWAY, I'm ranting. I tend to do that. Okay, enjoy this chapter!

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Couldn't she just back off? Didn't she have her own roommates? She did, in fact. There was Eve, a short lesbian girl with a dark brown bob. And there was Roxanne, who was obviously head over heels in love with Cassie. And then there was Nevaeh and Libby, two emo chicks who kept to themselves. But somehow, Cassie didn't seem to be around them as much as the other cabin-mates stuck to each other. Cassie was always behind my shoulder and what disturbed me the most is that I started falling into rhythm with her.

She was undeniably sexy, no doubting that. I had always thought of myself as straight, but I've spent a pretty long time here and nearly everyone is used to the girl on girl action. It rubs off on you, I guess. 

It never rubbed off on Kyla. Still quite obviously and painfully in love with Samuel, she wasn't as open and mischievous and mysterious as before. She smiled and talked and laughed and teased, but there was something so simple, so un-Kyla about her that bothered me. 

Ryan, on the other hand, was doing amazing. Cuts gone, up, up, and away, Ryan was ready to take on the world. She was sleeping a lot better and therefore was less tired and more energetic without drinking a single mug of coffee.

Dylan and Emma-Lynn were still going strong. We all try our best not to mention Cassie anymore though, because whenever anyone does, Emma-Lynn immediately shoots a nervous glance at Dylan, whose hands are in tight balls and eyes are looking determinedly away from Emma-Lynn. I don't know too many details from when Cassie and Emma-Lynn were a thing, except for the fact that that was the reason Roxanne despised the five of us with a passion, namely me and Emma-Lynn. 

Back to the issue at hand. Me. Cassie. Sexual tension. Problematic. Any time I was alone, she was just there, touching my arm gently, sending me shivers down my spine, or perhaps whispering in my ear things that can make my cheeks burn. Me, Joelle Robinson. 
This wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was that suddenly I was aching to be alone outside, hidden in the shade of that big willow tree, where no one but Cassie would find me. I wanted her to find me. I wanted to feel her touch, to hear her soft whisper. And there was one thing I wanted most of all that kills me to admit.

I wanted her to kiss me.

Every time I heard this thought in my head, I felt like throwing up. Or throwing myself off a cliff, whichever seemed easier. But at the same time, I knew I couldn't deny this burning need in my chest to feel and taste Cassie's lips. 
It shook me to the bone. And I knew if I admitted this to her, she'd get that uber-sexy smirk on her face and she would know that she got to me. She'd lean over and give me what I wanted, and possibly a little more, and pretend like it was all a pity kiss. Nope. If I was gonna get that kiss, I would have to administer it.

Until now, I had been speechless every time Cassie had visited me out under the willow tree. Usually it had been late afternoon or early evening. This time it'd have to be a bit later, darker, colder. I felt my mind register as I started creating a plan. A plan I could tell no one about. How would my Bible-loving father react if he found out I was sneaking out in the middle of the night to suck face with another woman?