Distancing

m a r c h 7 .

illegal divine . - chapter 2

- | mature content - | + advised reading at your risk. + |

Casandra's P.O.V.

--- > Walking with my beige rusted yellow high heels and glossy lip with my blond hair cut with the bangs in front of my eyes like I couldn't see.

plaid white skirt that complimented the " honey " attitude on my body it snapped the boys attention. " Heyy Casandra... " I winked feeding the attention.

" Hey smokin! " I giggled covering my mouth with my light pink nails finishing it with the french white tips. It felt like I was in the movie Clueless; walking in slow motion.

I had people from ear to ear (mostly girls) talking shit about me as they tried and tried.

" Slut "

" Whore "

" What a bitch! "

But- it didn't bother me.

I kept strutting my way through the halls as I saw my friend Justin which is apart of our 5 member group like a band. He had brown hair that had its mind of its own swaying to the right side of his head , hazel eyes that glistened every time you said his name.

A cocky but a cute smile every time he walked by. He loved plaid , he was even wearing a black and white checkered one on top of a grey shirt with holes on his shoulder down to where I could see his 6-pack. pale but freckled skin. he was hot. I admit.

" Well hello Justin " I said with a smirk on my face, trying hard to keep a sexual appeal.

" Hey Casandra; you know I don't want you right ? " He bluffed. His chuckle made me want to slap him but laugh in return as in of course I don't want you either.

I sealed my lips giving him a glare but hid it with a grin

" hm, you're a funny guy huh? Where's madison. I missed that girl "

" ah yeah she's not coming. "

" why? "

" Her dad is making her stay home I guess? Dumb shit, I never liked him anyway. "

" Yeah you're only saying that because you like her. "

" I do not - "

" do to - "

" I don't have time for women. I have my own problems I need to take care of thank you very much. "

" She's 15. If anything she's a kid and you're 17 going on 6 "

He laughed. His cheek lines were defined making his jawline and cheek bones look even hotter making up for the face. I smirked as I giggled holding his hand; swaying it back and forth like we're kids in summer 13'.

We walked to chemistry class. Our relationship was a bond of peace. I could tell.

The bell rung.

Chase's P.O.V.

I was walking down the street, kicking the rocks underneath my dirty white slip on's

and putting my hands in my grey rusted jacket looking up to the blue cloudy sky as the night was getting cold but the temperature was still rising.

I saw my friend Julia walking with her wet curly hair that falls perfectly as if she just got out of the shower. Wearing a black jacket with her silver chain that fit perfect on her neck. on her soft skin. She smiled looking at me walking down from closing her front door behind her.