MARSHMALLOWING OUR WAYS

CHAPTER 18: CASSIE

"Goodbye, Cassie. It was nice meeting you again. Maybe we could hangout later, eh?"
"Absolutely, Rie!"
"Aw. You know I hate that name. Please call me that never?"
I laugh."Sure, sure. Bye!"
Adam was given the nickname Rie by me. It has no meaning and is just random because we met at a skating rink. Lame, I know. He hates that name because people think it's a feminine name, which is true. Guilty as charged.
Adam is one of my good friends from Marshfield. Apparently, he was planning to go college near here or something, and wanted to visit some friends. We met accidentally and had a good chat. He has olive skin and red hair with nice freckles. I would have totally been head over heels for him had he not been gay. Bad luck, it seems.
Just as Rie, oops Adam, leaves, a girl enters. She has a nice figure and pure, delicate features.
As she enters, she shouts, "Wes! Wes?! Where the hell are you?"
She comes over to me,"Hey!"pant."I'm Liza, I'm we-"
She looks behind her shoulder and goes over and hugs Wesley. Tight.
I just stand there and feel like I wanna die. My brain isn't working. I can't see properly. My smile has changed to a well defined frown. I force a smile. They talk for a while, I can't hear them properly, just little words like,"baby","hot" and "babe".
I can feel my cheeks growing hot. They start to head out, her arm linked with his. Wesley looks over his shoulder and gives me a wave. I wave him back.
I sit in my chair and notice a wet blob on my lap. Just then, do I notice that there are tears in my eyes. Why am I crying?
Wesley is more popular than me, obviously he has more friends and a girlfriend, he doesn't need me like I need him.
But.
There's always a but. Why is there always a but? Ugh. Back to topic.
But. I don't need him like a friend. No. Sitting here, with tears in my eyes, I'm realising that Wesley is not just a friend for me. He is so much more.
He protected me from myself. He helped me. He saved me. He cared for me. He told me about himself. He befriended me. I thought he liked me. Which he does, but I want more. I want him. I like him. A lot. I want him to like me. Like me like I like him. Like me. A lot.
But he doesn't, I guess. He likes his alleged girlfriend, that Liza girl. She is more beautiful than me. I would have liked her maybe if Wes didn't like her. But now? I can't. She's like my nemesis now.
Wesley Evans. Why? Oh, why do I have to have liked you? You of all people? You, the one I hated when I came here? You, the playboy? You, the truest friend of mine here?
Why does this always happen to me? Over the past few days, I thought that Wes liked me back, that he was interested in me. Why the hell on this Earth would someone, specifically of the gender of my preference, be so considerate about me? Why oh why? Why do my hopes always get high and then be disappointed? Life is truly ironic, the fate is truly ironic, this world is truly ironic. I was getting my hopes high only to be mocked in return.
Ugh. Life's Shitty.
God? Do you hate me so much?
But I'm no loser.
No. I won't cry over a boy. I'm not the one to cry. I'm the one to make people cry. And I'll do so. I'm beautiful and I have charm. I'll use it to win Wesley. He'll be mine no matter if he's taken or not.
By next week? You'll like me back, Wesley Evans. If not, then we'll see. I already have a lot to think I don't wanna think about failure after that.