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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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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