Wings

Quattuor || A Haunting Mistake

The desk was cold on her cheek, but was warming up nicely as her flesh was running hot. It felt nice, she supposed, after all it was probably the only nice thing that had happened today. Flushed, her cheeks a bright cherry red- she rubbed at her eyes again. There was no doubt in her mind that they were red and she wouldn't be able to hide them from Demos. Groaning, she thumped her head against her desk. Not to mention her makeup would be smeared to absolute shit, and she would probably smell like sadness. Her eyes caught on of the birthday cards on her desk and she opened it, smiling as she traced the letters and a new batch of tears washed onto her eyes.

"Seriously?" Mumbling, she wiped it away- sniffing as she read the card over and over again.

Truly, she loved the kids in her class- and that's why it hurt so bad when she hurt one of them. At the time, she thought what she was doing was a good thing. But maybe foster care was as bad as some people made it out to be? After all, there were some really bad people in the world. Sighing, she rubbed at her head. Kelley would be on her own when she turned eighteen, no money, probably no house and no family. Cassidy winced, she really fucked up on that one. Today, surely, was one of the worst days of her life.

Realizing she had feelings for someone she really shouldn't have, she slowly ticked off her fingers- rubbing at her head at the same time Having a student come to personally berate her, being almost publicly humiliated by her crush to the point of tackling him to the floor in retaliation- it really was a terrible, no good, very bad day.

Running her hand under her nose, she sniffled before sitting upright and smacking her cheeks lightly.

She needed a new mindset, she needed to brighten up-

Again the door slammed open and she actively felt herself deflate as she thought, who was it this time?

Demos stood in the doorway, the door tugged harshly shut behind him. Scrambling, Cassidy stared wide eyed as he looked out the door- seemingly hiding from someone. Almost as soon as he peeked out, the door was closed and he was squatted under the door. It really, honestly shouldn't have been attractive- but she could see how the black slacks he wore clung to his ass and damn. Cassidy swallowed. It was a damn fine ass.

Actively trying not to look at his ass but desperately curious as to why he appeared to be hiding, she cleared her throat- only to be shushed wildly as Demos plastered himself closer to the door. Distantly, she heard the tell-tale sound of heels on ground and feminine giggles. He screwed his eyes shut, and she found the corners of her lips tugging upwards. Of course Demos would have no problem attracting girls, but have the most trouble trying to get rid of them. They came closer and closer, and Cassidy watched as Demos seemed to shrink into himself.

Eventually, they reached her door and knocked on it. Cassidy stood and walked over to the door, ignoring Demos' desperate look. Yanking it open, she was instantly reminded of her eyes and winced- hoping the girls don't see them.

"Hi Miss." One of them chimed, the other two giggling behind her. "Have you happened to see Mr Clarke around here, by any chance?" Smiling, Cassidy crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.

"No, Girls. I haven't. Tell me if you find him though, I have to speak to him." 'Oh'-ing, the girls smiled before tapping off and Cassidy closed the door, only to be affronted by a leaning Demos. Leaning back she whacked at him- giving him a dark scowl. Chuckling, he leaned against a desk before freezing, frowning and crossing his arms.

"You've been crying." He stated, hopping off the desk to walk closer. Warmth burst under her skin as he touched her, and she had to hide the sigh as he checked over her face- shoulders hunched. Rolling her eyes, she batted his hand away- stepping back to alleviate the beating of her heart.