Fate Has a Cruel Sense of Humor

Jaws VII

(A/N You guys. I am sooooooo sorry and thankful for everyone that has kept having faith in this story. I've been going through the hardest time in life. And I felt like writing was so far beyond me for the longest. But I'm back. And I'm back for good. Please continue to keep faith in this story I still have big plans for Cassie, Benji, and the others. )

"I can't believe you cut all your hair off." Leslie said as we made our way back to Elle and Michael's apartment. It was well after dark and Barcelona was still bustling with life. Even in all of this god forsaken snow. "You're mother is going to kill you."

"I like it." Luce said with a smile. I grinned at her.

"Me too." I said tugging at my bangs. okay so my drastic change was getting blunt bangs and taking twenty-four inches off my formally waist length hair. I was left with this shaggy pixie that covered my ears and managed to look girly and edgy at the same time. Okay so I don't know why I did it. I just felt like I needed to do something, ANYTHING to change myself. I didn't want to hide behind my hair anymore. I no longer wanted to be the quiet Cassandra who was still grieving over her sister. With this haircut I felt powerful, strong and independent. I felt like I could do anything. Even face Genevieve. Let's hope I had the guts. It was so sleek and shiny and straight, although I knew it would not be straight when the humidity hit it, but I still loved it.

It was perfect.

The saying is a woman who is willing to change her hair is ready to change her life.

The men just stared at me. And I mean stared like they didn't know who I was. I looked in between Wyatt, Adam and Michael as they gaped at me. I play posed for them.

"Like it?" I asked swishing my head around and smiling when it went right back into it's rightful place. I could so get used to that.

"It's hot." Wyatt grinned at me. "Smoking! You look like a supermodel!" I grimaced, looking at leslie and sending her a glare when I saw her on the verge of laughing.

"No thanks." I sighed. I tried modeling and it was so not for me. Model's really had it hard, twisting their bodies in the most painful positions possible and making it look like they belonged there. It was torture. I gave Leslie her props there because modeling was one thing I could not do. I looked around panicking only slightly when I didn't find my son among all these men. Ace was on the floor, snoozing away.

"Where's Benji?" I asked.

"Don't panic, he's in the nursery." Michael answered me.

"Oh." I nodded. "Wait a minute, Nursery?!" I exclaimed turning to a very flustered Elle. Her red cheeks made her hair burn ever brighter.

"No, I'm not pregnant!" She exclaimed so loud you'd think she swallowed a speaker. "It's just for after the wedding."

"So you're trying?" I asked feeling myself smile. Their baby would be the cutest thing in the world. Aside from my son, that is. I could just imagine the ginger haired caramel baby their genetics would create. Absolutely beautiful and completely unique. Michael's mom would buy the villa next door and never give them any peace.

Speaking of moms, my phone decided to go off right at that moment. I had twenty missed calls from my mom and she was calling again. Shit. I felt like a teenager again. My mother was surely going to kill me. I shushed everyone and answered the phone with a timid voice.

"Hello?" I bit my lip.

"Cassandra." I flinched. She was pissed. My mom was a shouter. She yelled at everything so when she was seriously pissed her voice got all scary and hollow. It scared me till this day. The person on side of me, Luce flinched too. She was usually the person who got in trouble with me as a child so she also knew this voice well. I glared at her.

The only thing worse than her quiet anger was her yelling in French.

"Mama-" I tried to rush to explain but she cut me off with her scary voice.

"How could you leave me to deal with the sharks?" The end of her sentence went to such a high whispered pitch it sounded sharp to my ears.

"Mom I'm in Spain..."

"Spain!" Now she yelled. "soins à m'a expliqué pourquoi vous êtes en Espagne? peu importe, je n'ai pas envie d'entendre votre bêtise. vous avez quatre heures pour arriver ici Cassandra Adele!" (A/n I don't speak French so if you do please don't judge me)

Four hours? It took 6 to get here.

"Mama....."

"Four hours Cassandra." And she hung up. I glared fiercely at Wyatt. This was his fault. He looked at me with wide eyes.

"Time to go?"