Merely Existing

Chapter 17: I Need Your Help

Cassie's POV

Too much of a good thing can kill you.

Take it from me. I just had the finest of example displayed right in front of me. My mind was still floating about in some Lala-land where there were four godly beings wearing stripped jeans, shirtless, whipped creamed.....mmm...

Oh my god! Is that drool coming out of my mouth?!

I sat up straight and immediately whipped it off my face. When I looked up, I saw Blacky, who was sitting opposite of me, place an empty cup onto the table.

Hold on a sec, how did I slump onto the couch and where did the coffee come from and why was it finished already?

"You're awake." Blacky commented as she observed me from her seat.

"Was...was I asleep?" I asked confused.

"No. Your eyes were open but your conscious was not here. It was some sort of daydreaming," she replied.

I blinked. I wasn't really listening to her but you couldn't possibly blame me! At school she always wore a hoodie that covered half her face so no one could actually see her features well. But now I was forced to face her full glory under bright lights. And it was definitely not good for my heart.

Dull beeping noises suddenly came from her pocket, helping me divert my attention to the handphone she just pulled off her pocket.

Woah. That was one heck of a shiny large screen. What was it? iPhone 101?

"7 o'clock. I need to go wake up Kylee," she saw my confused look and added, "She came here yesterday and stayed the night."

"Oh, I'll come with you..." I said getting up. Blacky was already on her feet, walking away soundlessly so I hurried to catch up to her.

We entered a room close by which was probably used as a guest room. I was a little nervous. You would think that I would be used to meeting VIPs because of my father's work and all, but hey, I was still just poor old me.

It was my first time meeting Kylee Henderson, the renowned lawyer from the world's richest family, and let me tell you....first impressions can be misleading.

At first, I saw this beautiful red haired woman who was ten times prettier than the photos I've seen of her, lying elegantly on a pure white mattress. She looked like a fallen angel.

But then she opened her mouth and shattered that image to nothingness.

No, she wasn't awake, she was sleep talking.

"Mm..Blacky...lake...look out..." she mumbled as her brows twitched a little. " ..god?....mm...no."

She turned around and stared frowning, "No...no!... I don't want a silver Blacky or a golden Blacky! I want black Blacky! Stupid old man....give me back the real Blacky! No! No sparkling Blacky either!"

"Pfftt....haha.." I could barely control myself but one look at Blacky's completely unamused and freezing cold expression, I managed to turn what would have been an uncontrollable laughing fit into a violent coughing fit. "*cough* Erhem, something got into my throat."

A very feeble cover up, I know. As expected, she didn't bother to even look at my direction. She just walked towards the sleeping woman, probably to wake her up.

Oh wait....she walked past the bed. She was going to the bathroom? Why bathroom? Shouldn't she be waking her up first? Oh well, maybe she had to answer nature's call.

I decided to wake Kylee Henderson in her stead.

"Um, Miss Henderson?" I called out to her.

"I'll pull that beard off and shove it up your ass, you stinking old man!"