Sincerely, The Hippie.

Sincerely, The Hippie.

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Hi, I'm Cassandra. Nice to meet you. Here's what you need to know.. I'm a generally positive person, if I do say so myself. You don't bother me I won't bother you, speaking of being bothered, I don't give a crap about our doomed society's judgements, so if you want to comment about something, see if I care. I don't yell, I don't scream, and I don't raise my voice. I'd like to think I'm a nice person, but I won't hesitate to sass back. I'm sarcastic, and I will give it to you like it is, no sugar coating, no lies. But that's just if it's necessary, I like to not overreact but it's only too much a person can take. Now here's the thing, I move to another country and meet THE bastard of the century. Never, ever; had I snapped. Until I met Xavier Hastings. Xavier Hastings, A popular, perfect looking, charming, mysterious, leather-jacket wearing, girl-swooning, guy-envied, rich, sexist bastard. Oh he made me snap alright, way beyond belief. Especially, for a 'hippie'. That's what he calls me. Weird, right? wait till you hear the whole story, dude. *SLOW UPDATES ATM* ALL RIGHTS SERVED 2014-2015
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I meet him at the right time. Or a completely wrong one, depending on the perspective you look from. I am not the one to fall head over heels in love with someone and he is not the guy someone should even fall in love with. But there are all the witty comebacks, the unplanned meetings at the bar, the rides on his motorcycle, all the laughs we share before the morning ... It does something to both of us. It changes us to the extent where we suddenly can't live without all of this. He is not a good guy. He's as bad as it gets. But he's perfect for me. I want to believe our story is a modern fairy tale with a more realistic ending. You won't get the princess-prince bullshit from me. You'll get it how it is with no sugar-coating. I was no princess and he was no prince, yet we still had something beautiful going on. For a while, at least.

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