Asymptote or How did she fall

chapter one.(look at the way we run.)

Sooo. Yeah, it's boring and short, but I needed to make an entry. Something for the start.

I swear, I'll try harder next time.

This story is confusing at first, I know, but it'll all work out later.

<3

„Please, please, take my shift, Jane. I swear I’ll do yours tomorrow.” I smiled my best pleading smile.

“You need to understand, Cass, that I have a modeling job. And I’ll do it just because I don’t have any other stuff to do tonight."

Jane was always like that. She just did too many things, all at once. She was special; I must admit it to her.

She frowned.

“Didn’t Loren tell you that I can’t work the second shift?”

Ah, and there was Loren. Her perfect boyfriend. One of the best looking guys in my class. He found me this job. I was bitching about not having summer job while we were in detention the last day of school. Don’t ask me how we managed to get ourselves there. Let’s just say, we like to talk. A lot. During the class.

Anyways, my parents were angry because everyone found some kind of a job, except me. So, when Loren said that his girlfriend needs someone to sell ice-cream with her, I accepted without thinking.

I should’ve at least considered my options.

This job wasn’t too hard, but it was Jane who was irritating me. She was… prude. Like I was until the last year. Then something in me clicked and I started acting out and drinking, having fun and going out, wearing basically nothing. I lowered my grades, but in that moment nothing could make me think I was doing something wrong.

I was young. That was my reason.

“Yes, he told me. But I really want to go to this party tonight. It’s the last time, I promise.” Lie. I hugged Jane and grabbed my purse before she could stop me.

I heard her yelling something but I didn’t have any time to waste. I needed to shave my legs, curl my hair and find a perfect slutty dress. While I was running home, I lit a cigarette. The smoke was spreading all around me but I didn’t care. I was planning to take a shower anyways.

I ran into my home and straight into the bathroom. My mom was still at work and my dad was somewhere. I didn’t care where exactly.

Half an hour later, I was in a black silky dress that hugged my curves. Honestly, I didn’t feel comfortable wearing outfits that were so revealing but I knew guys liked it. And I liked being liked. That sums it all.

My black hair was braided on the right side and curled to the perfection. I wore eyeliner and a glittery powder all over my body. I nodded to my reflection in the mirror.

Maybe tonight I’m going to see him.

Drake was my mistake. The one that was hunting me for almost a year. Our story was complicated. We hook up on a field trip last autumn, but he started dating my best friend, Kat, right after that. That same night. Yeah, he was an idiot. Yeah, he still is. Because he is cheating her with me.

And yeah, I am a terrible best friend. It is bothering me, but I decided that I won’t let myself think too much. I won’t let myself feel too much. In my mind, Drake was mine first, and she was an evil girl that took him away from me.

I am a genius.

Tonight’s party was a blast. The alcohol was slowly started to control my body and I was gridding on the dance floor. I wasn’t feeling my legs, which was a plus, because of my high, high heels. I wasn’t paying intention to my partner, and instead I was focused on looking Drake without him noticing me.

Kat was with him, cheerful and colorful like always. People never believed we were best friends. I was so… slutty and she was so hello kitty, with pink braids and yellow bracelets and cute skirts. And she was Drake’s type. I am a woman enough to admit it. He was a skater boy, and she was a scene girl.

When I had enough of making myself irritated with them, I went into the kitchen. There weren’t so many people and I could breathe easily. I knew my boy was going to get sick of Kat very soon and come looking for me.

It didn’t cross my mind than that that was all I was to him. His little fun.

“Already drunk?” A deep voice asked behind me.

I turned clumsily to see Loren who was leaning on the fridge. He had a stylish messy hair, as black as mine, just not colored. His green eyes were glistering with amusement.

“Nope.” I smirked and jumped on the counter behind me, my dress lifting above my tights and my legs swinging to some unknown beat.

“Just tipsy than?”

“You know me too well, Loren.” He smiled and undid his tie. He was wearing a white shirt and ripped jeans. And he looked hot, as always.

“I’m sorry I made Jane work tonight.” I said, not feeling sorry at all.

He shrugged and took a big swing out of his glass. “I’ll survive. She’s coming later tonight at my place, anyway.”

“Oh.” I was really sad that there existed people who could have a relationship so open and acknowledged. Mine was wrong and sinful and I couldn’t tell anybody about it.

“You have a cigarette?”

I laughed. “You don’t smoke, Loren.”

“And you don’t know me, Cassandra.” He looked at me, his green eyes piercing into mine.

„Obviously.”

We made it outside. The wind was messing with my hair, twisting it and turning. I sat on the pavements, Loren right beside me. He lit my cigarette and we just sat there, doing nothing, not talking at all.

He was a good friend. He let me get lost into my own thoughts, not asking any questions. He had his problems, I had mine.

The night was beautiful.

Dangerous.

 My phone vibrated in my purse. Drake. I expected that.

Always on time.

Just four words.

My car in ten.

I felt Loren’s eyes on me, studying my face carefully. I throw away my stub and got up.

“You’re leaving me already?” Loren’s voice had something humorous in it.

“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” I smirked and kissed him on the cheek. “See you tomorrow, come see me and I give you a free ice-cream.”

He laughed. “You’ll give me something to lick, for free?”

I winked. “Bye Loren.”

And then I was running towards the parking lot. I was barely aware of what I am doing. My heart beat so fast and I was finally getting what I wanted. Drake. His chocolate eyes that are checking my every step, his hot breath all over my body, his hands and lips on my skin.

I honestly stated considering the fact that maybe, just maybe, I love him. At least, I knew I couldn’t live without him. I was ready to betray my oldest friend, make a fool of myself and lose my self-esteem.

My decision was already made.

And there was no turning back.

Crap.