Casey didn't knock on the front door, she was used to just walking in as kids. She walked straight up to Lincolns room and knocked.
"Your parcel has came!!" She playfully yelled. Lincoln came and unlocked his door. Casey took in the sight. Grey sweatpants, black t-shirt with messy hair. His deep brown eyes stared at hers, but she couldn't pick up the emotion. It was like he was trying to figure her out.... well, he should. They hadn't been close since 7th grade, despite Casey's desperate attempts almost every week to start a conversation. She was surprised he came through today.
"Where do I sign?" He joked back. Casey laughed as she entered the room and flung onto his bed and sighed. "What's wrong?" Lincoln asked seriously.
"...everything." Casey said, her eyes just peaking up from where she burrowed in.
"Is it why you aren't at school today?" Lincolns eyebrows furrowed.
"Sort of. I haven't been all week, to be honest." Casey sighed. "All the girls... rich, bitchy and basic. Flaunting the fact they have money whatever chance they get. Dissing girls who are poor, the ones on the scholarships, who actually worked hard to get in instead of having their daddies buy their spots. I defended one of them, and stood up to the bitches, a couple of weeks ago, and now all my 'friends' decide to make my life hell. It started off small. Egged my locker in the middle of summer. It's getting... crazy. Keying my car, or writing with permanent markers "little miss bitch" with one of the mr men-or whatever those kids books are-on my windshield. Convincing all the guys I've got 10 different STD's, and no one wants to go to formal with me. Doing shit to themselves, and blaming me, and getting me in trouble with the principal and then my parents. I'm not like that? I know I have privilege, but I don't act like that do I? Like I'm too good? I know I'm not as low... but I don't belittle people do I?
"No, Casey...." He seemed lost for words.
"I... have a fear. I know people are struggling, can't even feed themselves, and we have money to spare?! I feel selfish... I don't want to be just another white girl who gets her billion dollar life because of her family name." Casey fully hid her face in the pillow after talking. 'It smells like Lincoln...." she thought.
"Well, Casey, you have a power to change that. Use your privilege for good. Donate money, blah blah blah. You know? Adopt a thousand Syrian children or something and give them a good life. I know you're gonna do something great in your life. You're the type of person who cares, who's passionate about people. Don't let the bitchy girls get to you, shut them up. If all they care about is handbags or whatever the fuck girls like, then fuck them. They're not worth shit, and karma's gonna catch them. And sit with those girls who deserve that scholarship, or who are good people, like you. As for the BULLYING.... tell your parents. Tell the school. I'll back you 100%. And if you need a date for formal...." He smiled sheepishly and pointed to himself with his thumbs.
Casey lifted her head from his pillow, and threw her arms around Lincoln.
"I've missed you."
He pulled her in tighter. Casey was relieved he didn't reject her.
"I'm sorry I cut you out. I was selfish, only thinking about me and my 'daddy issues'. I thought you had the perfect life. I had no idea...."
"It's okay." Casey felt a tear dribble down her cheek. She'd never really felt loved. Sure, her mum and dad and her all got along, but they were never there. And school.... ugh. That was of course a mess. Lunchtimes were spent hiding from the girls, in toilets, library shelves and the music room.
Casey spent the rest of the day in Lincolns room-until she had to pretend to come home from school for her parents-giggling and joking like when they were kids. God, she almost forgot how she felt.... almost though. She knew those feelings would never go away.
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BOOM BITCHES. THAT JUST HAPPENED!! HEHEHE. I wanted to put more light on Casey, give her a background, maybe introduce her to the main plot.... ;) ik ik, YOU WOULDNT DARE SPLIT LIENNA OR LINCENNA (vote on that) but I may... or I may not. Or I may... gotta keep yall on your toes. For LilacGrahams , who wanted an update so I blessed her with a lil gem... have fun :)
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Loosing Lincoln Garret
RomanceBook one - Lincoln was reckless. He walked around, 'too tough' for friends, 'too tough' to care. He was a basic bad boy, complete with daddy issues and a lot of addictions, and a lonely one at that, but he was happy with how it was. Vienna was home...
