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Cassie's POV

"If you skip out on your bail and I lose my money, I'm gonna hunt you down and skin you" My dad threatens John B as we walk out of the police station.

"Dad!" I whine.

"Cut it" He tells me sternly and I shut my mouth.

"Thank you, Mr. C" John B says gratefully.

"Don't thank me!" My dad snaps angrily.

We reach the car and I turn to John B reaching into my pocket.

"Get in!" My dad yells.

"Give me a second!" I yell back.

I turn to John B and hold out his compass. He takes it and a sad frown makes it's way onto his face.

"You're gonna be good, Johnathan" I assure him and he nods.

"Cassandra!" My dad barks.

"Sorry" I mumble, getting into the car.

My dad turns to me and I look down at my lap.

"I've told you and Kiara repeatedly. You hang out with trash, you get dirty" My dad states.

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As I lay curled up on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around me, someone knocks on the front door.

"Come in!" I yell.

Pope walks in and smiles at me warmly.

"John B's got another idea on what Redfield means" The boy tells me.

"I'm not interested, Pope" I sigh.

"You don't want to come?" He asks in confusion.

"No" I answer.

"Oh, okay" He shrugs and hesitantly exits my house.

Seconds later, my door is opened again and I see John B.

"Um...Hey, uh, what-what are you doin'?" He asks curiously as he walks towards me.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I retort.

"Napping can wait, Cassandra. We're about to make history" He tells me.

"Are you concocting again?" I ask with a huff as I pull myself off the sofa.

"Yes. Yes, I'm concocting. I'm concocting more than i've ever concocted in my life" He rushes out, following me as I walk upstairs "Look, I know you're just being a good friend, and- and I know you're not trying to enable me in my delusion. And I know your dad doesn't want you to see me, but listen to me, please"

Just as I reach my bed, John B grabs my arms and spins me around to face him.

"Look, you are my best friend, and I need you right now. And I'm sorry about the kiss thing. That was super weird, and I feel awkward about it, and...Listen, I need you and I'm begging. I am begging you. I am begging you. And I just want to talk for-" I cut the boy off.