My name is Cassey. I'm 17 years old and I hate people. No I'm just kidding, I actually like meeting new people. I don't know why but it's always been that way. I'm usually shy at first, but once you get to know me, I'm welcoming. My hobbies are sitting, sleeping, eating , annndddd.....yeah that's it. Blah blah blah. Intros are so boring. So I'm just gonna get on with the story of how I met the perfect Chris Collins.
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"Cass! Get your lazy ass outta bed! If I have to get up this early so do you!" My brother Shawn yelled from outside my bedroom door, banging his fists into the hard wood.
"Shut up will ya?! It's too early for that crap!" I TRIED shouting back. Key word tried. It sounded more like a strangles cat on drugs.
"Well if you don't you'll miss your dear Brookie once u drive her, since your lazy ass decided to stay in bed." You see Brookie is my beloved Lambourgini which my rich parents generously decided to give me for my 16th birthday.
"NOOO" I screeched immediately out of bed and in the bathroom. "Okay okay I'm up." I mumbled after drying my mouth from brushing my teeth. I stripped out of my clothes and hopped in the shower. After I was finished showering I put on a pair of black high waisted shorts with a red crop top that says 'who gives a damn?'.
Then I went to the bathroom to see what I could do my lions mane--I mean hair. Im mixed meaning my mom is white and my dad is black meaning my hair is kinky/curly. Sometimes I wish it was straight like other girls, but then I realize it makes me stand out from other girls. All I did was put in some leave in conditioner and added Bed Head After party just give it some puff.
Next for my makeup I went for a more natural look. I hate too much make up. I simply put on foundation to cover up the little blemishes I have (THANK THE GOOD LORD!) then I put on some mascara, a little blush, minimal eye liner, and some nude lip stick. For shoes I put on a pair of all black Jeffery Campbell's. Then I made my way downstairs where I saw Shawn eating the last bagel.
"Hey! no fair! I wanted that!" I pouted like a child.
"Well, than that sucks for you." he stated as he slowly put the last piece in his mouth taunting me. "And anyway who are you tryna' impress?" He asked with his mouth full so it kinda sounded like 'anf anyway whoo foo twyna' impwess?'.
"No one?" though it sounded more like a question than an answer. I don't even understand how I'm popular.
My brother says it's because most boys drool over my looks and I'm smart which is bonus, and girls are too afraid to do anything to me because a few weeks ago some random guy asked my for my number knowing he had a girlfriend, and when I said no he told the whole school I said yes, and when his girlfriend threatened me...lets just say she wished she never did...
I honestly didn't see what they did, I wasn't really all that. Sometimes I also think it's because they want my parents money. Speaking of my parents I'm a little disappointed.
They are never here or ever have time for us because they are always on trips and today they were supposed to be here for the rest if the week. Guess not.
Anyway, we headed outside and parted our ways. him going towards his Bugatti which was all black with a red stripe in the front centre. "See ya in school. Later sis!" and with that he sped out of the driveway.
I went to Brookie and started the engine. or at least tried. Of course my car would break down after my brother leaves! So I went to the garage and chose my second favorite car. I named her Flavia. She was an all black Camero. She sorta reminded me of Derek from Teen Wolf, which is also one of the reasons I bought her.
I sped down the road and looked at the clock on my iPhone 5s. 9:00. I still have 30 minutes until I have to be at school. So I drove to a diner I know that's only about 5 minutes away or so.
When I got there I ordered my usual, a breakfast sandwich and a French Vanilla iced coffee. Garrett who is one of Shawn's best friends and practically my brother, because he litterally live at our house, was working behind the counter today.
"Hey G." I said to the blonde boy working behind the counter. "hey shorty." he replied smugly, knowing I hated the nick name.
"It's not my fault your practically a giant! And if you call me that one more time I will rip those lip and eyebrow piercings off your face!" I threatened jokingly.
"I'm only 6'2!" he whined completely ignoring my threat. It was probably because he was used to them.
"Pfft. Only!" I scoffed."whatever here's your order go sit down and bother someone else." He joked. "I will grouchy."
I went and ate my food. When I was finished I told Garett I would see him at school and chucked up some deuces trying to be cool. But of course life had other plans and I tripped over my own foot and stumbled into the stranger who was about to enter. "woah" we both said at the same time. I heard Garett laughing really loudly so I turned away from the stranger for a moment, giving Garett the finger. With that he tried to cover his laugh with a cough. I turned back to the stranger to apologize. "I am so so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" I rambled. "It's cool. I was kinda busy on my phone so I didn't notice either." he apologized scratching the back of his neck. "Your not from around here are you?" I asked noticing his light accent, it was faint but noticeable. "Nope. I just moved here from Canada." he explained. "oh cool." I nodded. We both awkwardly stood there before I broke the silence and asked, "how old are you?" "18. You?" He replied. "17. My birthday was in February." It was now November. "Are you going to CabaCali High?" He asked. (Made up school lol) "yeah actually I am." I answered. "Well can you help me find the way? I'm kinda lost." he asked sheepishly a hint of a blush on his cheeks.
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