Cassandra
It's 11:00 p.m. on a Sunday night and I'm barefoot. I'm barefoot and hurrying down the empty, quiet halls of the apartment complex, eager to get to my happy place. My happy place used to be my bedroom, where it was quiet, peaceful, and I felt serene surrounded by my gray walls. Now, my happy place is turning out to be Apartment Number 42, Drew's apartment.
Once I reach the door, I knock and he emerges within seconds, wearing only green plaid boxers. His buff, athletic build is on full display and my eyes uncontrollably rake his body, appreciating the six-pack and muscular legs that he works hard to get. His arms are nicely toned, but I can tell by one look that he focuses more on his abdomen and legs when in the gym."Hey, babe," he says in a groggy voice, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it? Are you alright?"I nod. "I can't sleep. Tarra and Miles have been going at it for a while now and I can't bear to sit around anothCassandra"Alright, Porsse, are you ready for me to let Smith in?" Chief asks me as he hovers by the door.No, I'm most certainly not ready for Crayvin to put his hands on me. Not in any capacity.I placed the three bags of 'drugs' in easy spots to avoid any further investigation of Crayvin's hands on my body. His hands won't need to roam around with one being in my boot or one tucked in my bun on the top of my head. The last one I placed in my sock, which I roll down around my ankle to hold it in place. I remind myself to pat my own back for that later."Yes, Chief. I'm ready."I fiddle with the handcuffs that are secured around my wrists behind my back as Miles nods and opens the door and Crayvin strides in. He reeks of self-confidence as he gives me an amusing smile."Okay, Officer Smith," Chief begins, crossing his arms over one another. "You've just arrested a female for theft. She is a known drug user and a meth de
Crayvin"I told her I loved her and she didn't say it back," Drew says in a small voice.Clearly he is hurt and disappointed with his latest confession to Cassandra. One confession, might I add, that I had no idea about.He never even hinted at the fact that he was in love with her.I lean back in my desk chair at work, my hands resting on my thighs, while Drew sits in my client chair. His lips press into a tight line as he runs his fingers through his now disheveled hair."Dude, I'm no expert on this subject, but I'm pretty sure you can't be upset if someone doesn't say it back right away. I personally would rather have someone say it back only if the feelings were reciprocated. Would you really want Cassandra to say those words if she didn't mean it?"Drew pauses before responding, taking my question into consideration as his eyes gawk at the tile flooring, then he swivels in his chair. "No, I suppose not," he answers dryly,
Cassandra"Didn't you say that it was a smaller, older dog?" Tarra asks with a pointed look."Yeah, so?"With a wry grin, Tarra comes to a complete stop with the grocery cart and looks down, raising her brow. "This is a bit much, don't you think? And, if it's a smaller dog, do you really think it will be able to lift that with his tiny mouth?"I look down at the enormous dog bone in my hands and picture the dog trying to eat it. Sighing, knowing that she is right, I put it back and then look back to the cart. A heap of dog stuff forms a small mountain.Food, dog bowls, a bed, treats, toys, a collar, and a leash; yup, I may have gone a little overboard."Let's go, I just want you to see him. He is so adorable," I gush.We walk to the front of the grocery store, avoiding cashier nine, where Faith is currently scanning items and ringing up the total for her current customer. Once we scan everything and walk out, after
CassandraHigh school is never easy, especially if you're sitting low on the social totem pole, which I am. I always was. Since starting my sophomore year, I have successfully dropped two pant sizes and was regularly working out with a good diet that mainly consisted of meat, vegetables, and fruit.One morning, I stepped on the scale and was ecstatic to see that I was now under two hundred pounds; which was a great contrast to my whopping two-fifty pounds.Suck on that, Crayvin Smith. Wherever he may be now, he can suck it. Last I had heard, he's attending a university. No doubt, playing football.After I finish my studies for the day, I open Dad's bedroom door and pop my head in, letting him know I was going out for a walk. In a sluggish response, he replies with a simple okay and to be safe before he falls back to a deep slumber.I shut the door and began walking towards the local l
CassandraMy phone buzzes and the vibration against my flesh wakes me up, startling me. I groan, trying to pry my heavy eyes open. I'm so exhausted that my eyes feel as if they have been sealed shut. Sunlight streams in from the crack in the curtain or a nearby window, whose warmth reflects on my legs.I open my eyes and find that I am still on the couch, leaning against the end with my legs curled up. Tarra's head rests on my legs, her lengthy body stretched out onto our white couch. Her dark brown hair is fanned out over my legs, making me sweat from the body heat radiating from her bare neck on my legs.I slide my hand under my thigh where my phone is buzzing, being careful not to wake Tarra. It's a text from Crayvin.Crayvin: Where you at, Peanut?I scroll down, realizing he has sent another.Crayvin: Peanut, you better not be bailing today.And another after that.Crayvin: Get dressed. I got your fucking n
CrayvinI dig in my pocket to fish out my phone when it vibrates again and open the text from Cassandra.Cassandra: Hey, am I able to grab a water bottle? Also, I can't find Piggy's favorite chew toy.I let out a small chuckle as I shook my head and reply to her. This is the fourth time she has texted me. Each time she asks for simple things, if she can get the dog food out of the closet or if she can turn the TV on.Me: You don't listen, Peanut. I told you, make yourself at home. There are waters in my refrigerator and I think his chew toy is upstairs in my bedroom. He has been sleeping in my bed with me. I told you that the dog bed you bought him was a waste of money.Instantly, the little dots appear on my phone and I hold it up, waiting for her text to come through.Cassandra: The names Cassandra, not Peanut! And Piggy and I will manage without his chew toy. I'm not going into your lair.Me: My lair? Really? I'm not som
Cassandra"Mmm, good morning," Drew says sweetly."Morning," I reply. He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. His lips are warm to the touch; probably from his coffee.He gets off of the bed, already dressed in his uniform, and walks around to my side of the bed, extending his hand out towards me.Damn, he looks good in that uniform.I think to myself as I admire the way his uniform pants hug his ass."Time to get up," he says, giving a chortle.I groan as I take his hand and sit up, still tired from last night. After I left Crayvin's, I came here to hang out for a little while. And after having a bunch of foreplay, I fell asleep. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't great though; waking up in Drew's embrace."Thanks for letting me come over last night."Drew grins at the double meaning, knowing that I had reached that high when he had gone down on me, bringing my body to a satisfied exhaustion."Y
CassandraCrayvin and I reach the house on Dysart and my stomach turns. People and cars flood the street. A swarm of echoes whirls around, the hushed voices of people standing by, trying to catch a glimpse of the action. Sirens are continuously booming as I hear the medical team calling demands, and loud, hysterical sobbing. We park between the ambulance and Drew's patrol unit, blocking some of the view to the nosy folks across the street.My eyes scan the area and my chest squeezes when I don't spot Drew. My eyes land on his partner Bobby and an investigator rolling out the yellow caution tape and surrounding the area. Not waiting for Crayvin to get out, I dash towards Bobby, practically barreling through anything and anyone in my path."Bobby!" I yell out, making him nearly jump out of his boots. He turns around to face me, his hands still holding the tape. "Where is Drew?"He frowns and points a finger towards the ambulance and