「𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗘」❝ I am not my parents and I will never be ❞
▪︎ Synopsis ▪︎
Cassidy Crane was not only the daughter of one, but two super villains and that meant she was going to live a life of prejudice. However, she was nothing like her parents, and he...
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The male turned to Cassidy, his voice laced with annoyance, "If you throw up, I will throw you out of this bus—" He observed how her skin had grown paler due to the bus's increasing speed. Frustrated at the idea of being her 'garbage disposal,' the male grumbled under his breath.
As the bus continued its journey, Cassidy fought against the overwhelming feeling of nausea. With each sway and curve of the vehicle, it became increasingly challenging for her to maintain her composure. However, determined not to lose her breakfast, she instinctively leaned her head against the male's shoulder.
As her head rested on his shoulder, the male flinched, caught off guard by her unexpected action. Although he didn't care about the opinions of the other students on the bus, he was pragmatic enough to realize that pushing her away would likely lead to a chorus of complaints. Additionally, there was the possibility of a chain reaction, transforming the bus into a messy disaster.
The male grumbled internally, resigned to his fate as a human pillow. He knew he was being observed by the other students, but he stubbornly refused to acknowledge them, silently praying for her nausea to subside soon.
Once they arrived at the school, the bus emptied rapidly. The male, desperate to avoid an imminent conversation, quickly followed Cassidy, hoping to make a swift escape. But to his surprise, she spoke up before he could make his disappearance.
"Thank you," Cassidy murmured, her voice soft as she worked to suppress her lingering queasiness. She looked up at him, her eyes still a bit unfocused from the motion sickness.
The male shrugged his shoulders, dismissively replying, "I didn't do anything." His expression remained neutral, as if he hadn't just provided a cushion for Cassidy throughout the bus ride.
The male raised an eyebrow at Cassidy's comment, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of challenge. "You really do like making things hard for yourself, huh?" she retorted, her hands resting on her hips as she stared at him.
The male shot her a sidelong glance, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "And what's it to you?" he asked, his tone nonchalant.
The male was hyper-aware of the disapproving stares directed his way. He didn't mind the glares for his own sake, but he detested the thought of her or anyone else being judged merely for interacting with him. It annoyed him that people jumped to conclusions based on his appearance.
The male, unbeknownst to him, was completely unaware that Cassidy Crane was no stranger to being judged unfairly. Once news of her identity spread, she, too, would be shunned and feared, facing similar prejudices.
"Anyways," she said, extending a friendly hand towards him, "I'm Cassidy." To her surprise, he disregarded the gesture, leaving her hand awkwardly suspended in mid-air.
"And I don't care," he replied slowly, his forced smile betraying his disinterest. His tone betrayed annoyance, implying that he had no interest in further interaction.
He walked off without a backward glance, leaving no room for further discussion. Cassidy, realizing the futility of continuing the conversation, accepted his departure. She knew better than to force a conversation that was one-sided from the start.
With the brief interaction ended, Cassidy turned her attention to the orientation presentation, joining her fellow freshmen to listen to the school rules and the origin of Sky High. Despite the general boredom amongst her classmates, Cassidy found the information intriguing.
She marveled at the fact that she was even allowed to attend the school. This thought led her mind to dwell on peers less fortunate than herself, those like her who might not be given the same opportunities.
Her thoughts were filled with the lingering prejudice and the injustices that surrounded her. She contemplated the root of villainous behavior and concluded that it often stemmed from feelings of unfairness and discrimination.
The silent, disapproving glances and judgmental glances of society might just be the very cause behind the rise of antagonistic behavior.
The constant scrutiny and judgment from others could breed resentment and lead to darker actions. Cassidy couldn't help but ponder the cycle of judgment and how it might play into the formation of both heroes and villains.
People's quick assumptions and biases could inadvertently push others down a path they might not have intentionally chosen. Cassidy found herself contemplating the impact of society's expectations and the power of individual perception in shaping one's destiny.
