Cassandra
High 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 lCassandraMy 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
Crayvin"It's alright, sir. Just make sure to follow the speed limit next time and always keep proof of insurance on you while driving." Cassandra waves the male driver off, we walk back to the unit, and hop in.After she buckles up, she pulls her phone out and sighs.Again. This must be the hundredth time she has done that today."Okay, what's up, Peanut? I have watched you look at your phone all day today and you look like my Grams when the nursing home tries to feed her applesauce. Which she despises, by the way."She slides her phone back into her pocket, her eyes lingering over her hands that she laid against her thighs. "Has..." she begins, but stops herself for some reason. "Have you talked to Drew?" She asks.I shake my head, "No, not really. A few texts here and there. He has been busy with therapy, and then with everything that happened, he just wanted to be alone. Why?"She sighs and shrugs her narrow shoulders.
CrayvinDrew's eyes widen in feigned shock as I yell at him. Hastily, he pulls up his jeans and buttons them up. He looks over at the redhead and whispers, "Go tell Janet we are leaving. We can drop her off."Dana, the redhead, nods her head and struts back towards the bar to get her friend. Wobbling in her high heels against the gravel parking lot, I frown when she reaches the door without eating shit first. I also notice how Drew's lust filled eyes follow her the entire way."Drew, what the hell are you doing!?""What does it look like?" He asks as he pulls out another cigarette from his back pocket and lights it."It looks like you're being an ass and cheating on your girlfriend. Come on, Drew, this isn't who you are. Don't go home with her."Drew takes a deep inhale and blows the smoke in my face. With an angry hand, I fan the smoke out of my face and furrow my brows with a scowl.He knows I hate that shit.His f
CassandraMy eyes keep shifting between my boyfriend and the ginger-haired woman standing in his apartment.A beautiful, skinny, half-naked, ginger-haired woman.Her full breasts fill the white laced bra she is sporting and those sweatpants ride low on her hips. Those dark, worn sweatpants that I would recognize anywhere, hang from her skinny waist. They are the same sweatpants Drew has worn on several occasions during nights I have stayed here with him. Sweatpants that I never wore. I never wore any of his clothes.My breath catches and I shoot Drew a flat look. My insides rip at the seams and I swallow the enormous lump that has formed in my throat."Drew, what is this? Who is she?" I ask, my voice is barely audible."No one. She is no one to me, babe. I swear." He shakes his head frantically, his blue eyes tearing up. Panic is laced in his tone."Did you-" I begin but the words are too painful to ask. My jaw cl
CrayvinThe Phoenix sun scorches my skin each time I have had to get out of the unit today. Dispatch has been calling us over the radio nonstop. An accident, theft, domestic violence... we have had one or more of each call so far and it is only 4:00 p.m.Cassandra and I cruise around the city in silence. It's the first silence we have experienced today without being radioed. The AC is on full blast but it doesn't help the sweat that I feel trickling down my torso. I glance over at Cassandra to make sure her face is still glued to the window, watching her surroundings, before I lift my hips and adjust myself real quick.Getting in and out of this 120° F weather with 95 percent humidity is taking its toll.I am literally sweating my balls off.I finish off the rest of my water bottle and put it back in the cup holder next to Cassandra's half-empty nut juice - okay, her shake - before making a right turn. I have noticed for the past