"You'll soon find out why people are named after storms"
Cassandra Winston- the little sister of Dallas Winston, was just a broken soul
Until Sodapop Curtis came around
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Cassie
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"Damn bastards" I was eating my breakfast when Dallas barged into the front door frantically, throwing money on the ground and cussing loudly
"What the hell" I say getting up "what did you do?" He turns towards me in frustration and I lay my eyes on the money
"You robbed another store?!" I yell at his actions "what the hell is wrong with you?!" I begin to rant but he cuts me off "Don't get wise, kid" he trudges to his room. There were hundreds of dollars on the floor and I pick them up shoving the notes into a drawer
Dallas never actually used the money he robbed, he did it more for kicks
I get dressed into a pair of bright blue jeans and put on an Artic monkeys top paired with my usual converses, then I grabbed a bag and shoved a couple hundred dollars from earlier into it
Dal was out again, god knows where he ran off to, probably mischief. I walked on over to the DX where Soda and Steve where working
"Cassie cakes!" Steve giving me a hug, rubbing grease on my shirt in the process "thanks ya goon" he scratches neck "sorry"
I walk towards the counter and Soda stands "Blue, hey" I smile and turn back to Steve giving him the impression to give us some space and he walks out
I move my body back towards Soda and place around $200 onto the desk between us "here" I state "for your knocked up chick" then his eyes widen "Cass, no.. I can't take this" he hands me the money but I reject it
"You need it" I shrug and he stands there silently "I can't take your money" I chuckle "It's Dal's" and he rolls his eyes
"Just take it, Curtis" after probably deciding whether to carry on arguing he gives up and puts the money into his back pocket "Thanks, Blue" he chucks me a grateful nod and I smile
I lay down on the desk, stretching one arm under my head and the other to lay on my stomach and Soda starts to fiddle with my hair
"Soda?" I begin to ask while his fingers are still intwined with my hair "hm?"
"Ugh, this place is filthy!" We were cut off by a high maintenance voice coming from outside followed by a couple more laughs. Soda shoots me a a look then quickly ducks down behind the counter
