She’s Just One of the Boys
Chapter 1
Note 1: Cassie will stay with the Hunters until she turns 17.
HAPPY SUPER BOWL DAY!!!!!! Go Patriots!!!!!!!!
Present Tense-Cassie’s POV
I jerk forward as the car stops abruptly in the middle of nowhere. “Ouch!” The police officer—Simon—smirks, “Sorry. Get out of the car.”
I look around and see a dusty road and a fragile bridge. A pretty lake surrounds the promontory. “Uh-huh. There’s no way my new guardians live out here.”
“Hey Princess; newsflash: they don’t live out here. Come on, Princess, we’re going to be late.” He yanks my duffel out of the trunk and starts to walk down the dusty road and over the fragile bridge. I scramble out of the car and start after him. In that duffel, I had a few donation items the police officer’s families donated like deodorant, two pairs of pants, three shirts, socks, a pair of sneakers, and other various things.
Suddenly, Simon stops walking and glances at his cell phone, muttering, “They should have been here by now, stupid rich people….”
“What?” I start to ask when a huge black helicopter swoops down from the sky and onto a helipad, which I didn’t notice until now. A man with dark black/brown hair & a boy with tousled medium brown hair jump out of the helicopter. “I’m so sorry we’re late Simon!” The man exclaims, shaking Simon’s hand.
“Oh, no worries, Mr. Hunter!” Simon beams at Mr. Hunter, basking in his attention. I snort, accidently gaining the direct attention of everyone. Oops.
“Oh hello, Cassie! I’m Taylor Hunter; it’s so nice to meet you,” Taylor gushes, reaching forward to hug me. I squeak, not used to people hugging me. Not even Reyna & Thomas hugged me. Why, I don’t know. The boy with brown hair chuckles & crosses his arms over his well chiseled chest. I can clearly see a six pack through his white Ralph Lauren polo. His oh-so-cute butt is clad in tight pre-ripped jeans. Oh my God, did I just say his butt is cute? Lord, I’m so over my head. Look at what I’m wearing: A mini skirt from a Catholic school’s uniform (some idiot donated that to me), a black t-shirt, & hideous black flats.
“Hello; I’m Nick,” The cute boy says, only shaking my hand, which I am grateful for.
“Hi, I’m Cassie,” I shyly look down. Simon clears his throat & thrusts my duffel at me. He laughs as I stumble to the ground, in shock.
“Oops, sorry Cassie!” Simon smirks. Nick crouches down and picks my bag up. Next, he offers his hand to me.
“Are you okay?” Nick asks. I nod, not being able to speak.
Simon clears his throat. “Well, bye Taylor! Good luck with…..this person.”
I scowl at Simon’s retreating figure whilst Nick chuckles.
Taylor next clears his throat, “Well Cassie! I hope you’re not afraid of heights!” He gestures to the awaiting helicopter.
I gulp. I am very much afraid of heights. I remember in fifth grade when our class went to Six Flags. I got on the Superman ride, thinking I could handle it. I was wrong. When the ride started, I immediately screamed and demanded to be taken off of the ride. I haven’t gone on a roller coaster since.
I’m broken out of my trance when Nick squeezes my hand. “It’s okay; I was nervous the first time too.”
“Thanks,” I choke out. Man, this boy is so cute.
