Chasing Cassie

Chasing Cassie: Chapter Two

Dedicated to ^^ for being my bestest watty friend and co-writer! She is the absolute best and I would be lost without her! Wow, that sounded cheesy….

Also, it is a bit boring, but the next chapter is when she meets ‘the boys’! Tomorrow is my birthday, woo! But I’ll probably upload on Saturday or Sunday!

This song fits perfectly for this chapter. Haha, I was actually listening to it when I was writing. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

I shot straight up and headed towards the exit.

There was no way I was interested in anything my crazy family had to say. Anything to do with him I could live without.

“Cassidy you will sit down this instant.” My mother’s posh voice demanded.

I rolled my eyes and stalked back to the small table, resuming my slumped position across from the boy who ruined my life. I knew there was no arguing with the stubborn woman, or else I would never hear the end of it.

“That’s no way to treat your brother is it?” My brother asked sarcastically. He knew I didn’t like him, and made damn sure that my mother would always take his side.

“He’s right honey. In fact, he should be treating you that way with those terrible clothes you are wearing.” Her look of disgust never once faltered my bored gaze.

I was used to her degrading comments; they used to bother me, but after being the punching bag for so long I got used to it. Harry looked a bit shocked at my mother’s words. I guess he hadn’t been around my mother enough to know this was a daily occurrence.

The oh mighty Harry Styles always came first. Cassie Styles? Yeah, she comes in last.

“What do you want me to wear? Unicorns and butterflies with a shit load of sparkles on it?” I asked sarcastically.

My mother just rolled her eyes and patted down her bright pink dress. Didn’t she know rolling her eyes is unladylike?

Harry cleared his throat, trying to rid the obvious tension. “Well, anyways, I have a proposition for you.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. A proposition?  What are we spies or something? Before I could express my unwanted opinion, my obnoxious mother butted in.

“Well, it’s not so much of a proposition as you are going to do it.” She said, her pursed lips turned up in an evil smirk.

I sat up straight in my seat, my eyes boring into my twin’s. “What do you mean?”

“Harry is allowing you to go on tour with him! Isn’t that great?” My mother squealed excitedly cutting Harry off.

I froze; everything went silent as I tried to comprehend what my mother had just told me. I was going on tour with Harry, my evil twin from outer space?

“Hell no.” I said jerking out of my daze.

My mother gasped in shock. “Cassidy! You are a lady, act like it!”

I ignored her comment and stood up abruptly, knocking over my chair. “I am not going on tour with him! He ruined my life and there is no way in hell I am going!”

Harry grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me down. “Cassie shut up. You’re making a scene.”

I ripped my wrist out of his flimsy grip and laughed darkly. “You’re right. How rude of me not to think of you when my entire summer was just ruined.” I picked up my chair and jumped up on it.

“Cassie, what in the bloody hell are you doing?” Harry hissed.

I smirked. “Making a scene, dear brother.” I clapped loudly yelling to get everyone’s attention. “Can I get everyone’s attention for a minute please?”

I ignored the judging glares and continued. “I would like to introduce my brother to you all. I think you all would be great friends. Isn’t that right Harry Styles?”

Everyone gasped and rushed over to the table wanting to get a piece of him. I smirked, my job was done. I hopped off the chair and smoothly exited the café completely ignoring my mother’s screams and my brother’s disapproving glare as he got eye raped by the crowd surrounding him

I straightened my shoulders and held my head up high. Harry will never want me to come with him and my mother will surely ground me. Once again, Cassie Styles saves the day.  

“What do you mean I still have to go?” I yelled at my parents.

I had made it home, only to find my father sitting in his chair giving me his usual disappointed glare. I knew I was in a heap of trouble, but that didn’t stop me from running up the stairs and locking myself in my room.

Of course, that never stopped my psychotic mother, and so when she made it home she used her bobby pin and broke into my room. Real lady-like mom.

Now she was telling me I still had to go. I guess my plan hadn’t gone as well as I would have liked it to.  I crossed my arms and huffed.

“After your little episode in the café you have shown me that you are in desperate need of some good role models in your life, and the boys can provide you with that.” She said matter-of-factly.

I snorted and rolled my eyes. So now she calls them ‘the boys’? Does she honestly think a bunch of teenage guys are good role models for her teenage daughter? My father was standing there nodding his head as if he actually had a clue what my mother was talking about, but in all reality he was too scared to speak his mind.

“Your behavior has escalated to frightening heights and Harry and his band mates have agreed to help you overcome this stage.” She continued not missing a beat.

“Mom, you can’t seriously think that spending an entire summer on a tour bus with a bunch of guys is going to help my bad behavior?” I asked raising my eyebrows. My track record with guys weren’t too pretty and every chance she had my mother would rub it in my face.

As if she had anything to brag about. My dad was a total pansy.

“They are all very respectable and capable young men. It’s you who I should be worried with.” She said raising her nose up in disgust.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again. Fighting with her about my troubled past and future was no good. Now the tour matter was a different story.

“Mom, I doubt that they would even want me to go. I’m a brat remember?” I asked, trying to take another approach.

My father snorted, causing my mother to glare at him. He quickly ducked his head like a five year old boy.

“Yes, you are a brat, but the boys all accepted. They are nice and pleasant.” Her glance at me was as if she was saying, ‘And you’re not.’ “You are going and that is final.” She started walking out of my room.

I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. “Fine. Whatever. But don’t expect me to like it or change. It’s just one summer with a bunch of goons. When are we leaving?”

She smirked and looked over her shoulder and smirked.

“Tomorrow.”