#𝟐 • 𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞.
❝Be my girlfriend, Cassie. And I'm not taking no for an answer.❞
❝I wasn't going to say no.❞
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When your best friend destroys your life, you leave. And that's exactly what Cassie did. Once upon a time, she was...
^Please listen to this song whilst reading this chapter to be in sync with what's happening^ ~~~ I don't hate you, I love you. But loving you is killing me. So this is goodbye even if I don't want it to be. -Nikita Gill ~~~
SHE looked like a vision in silver.
No, not white. But silver like an angel's halo. The dress fell higher than mid-thighs with slits on the sides, thin straps that danced around her neck, leaving her back completely backless and a diamond choker around her neck. And the cleavage was low; so, so low. It showed the side of her breast but covered it enough to not be completely trashy looking.
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Her hair was tied up into a bun with curls falling out like waterfalls, her makeup very subtle but enough to know that this girl was completely and utterly beautiful. Or at least that what Scott was thinking.
"Holy fuck." He breathed out as he gazed down her beautiful, voluptuous, body. Her legs could go on forever already and it didn't make him feel any better if she wearing heels that gives the illusion of long and lean legs.
She chuckled and grabbed her clutch before closing the front door behind her.
"One more time." He murmured, helping her down the steps. "Holy fuck."
"As you said before."
"Seriously," Scott gaped at her. "Fuck."
She snorted.
He took held of one of her hand and pulled her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist in a protective manner.
"You look beautiful, princess." He leaned down and stole a kiss, she sighed at the taste of his lips. When Scott pulled back, he grinned devilishly. "You taste sweet too."
She smirked. "Strawberry lip balm on top of the lipstick."
He chuckled and kissed her again. She softly moaned against his lips, running her fingers through his thick locks as he gripped onto her waist.
"Hmm." She hummed peacefully as they pulled away. With dazed eyes, she twirled her finger around a strand of his hair. "Shall we go?"
He smirked and led her to the car, the haziness present as she watched him with content, his smirk growing when he realised that she's drunk off his kisses.
They got to the club, her friends stumbling towards her, already half drunk. Isla was wearing a dangerously tight and short tube dress, strapless, red and a deep plunge. While Ava was more innocent looking yet sexy at the same time. She was wearing a halter dress, backless and gold, falling mid-thigh.
Isla smirked at us, a cocktail glass in her hand. "Hi, girl!"
"Eek! Cassandra!" Ava squealed, giving Cassie a lopsided hug before stumbling back over to Avery and Lewis, both boys wearing something similar to Scott: jeans and plaid or plain shirt.
