Chapter 11

Cassandra’s pov

 

My heart is pounding hard against my chest. As soon as I ran down from the stairs I went straight into the washroom and locked myself in. How the fuck I kissed him? I shouldn’t have lost my cool infront of him, shouldn’t have accepted to dance with him, shouldn’t have met him.

 

He is doing things to my heart which is seriously not good for it. The way his lips felt on mine was so amazing. I never know how it would feel to be kissed on the lips. Though I have a faint memory of a boy kissing me when I was a kid. What was his name? Yes, pookie. He too had same green eyes like my pookie. Might losing myself in those eyes, which I have fascinated all these years got me in this messy mistake of kissing a random man. For the goodness sake, I dont even know his name. Though he is handsome and a really good kisser. I dont regret feeling his lips and letting him explore my mouth with his tongue but if I stayed for a second more in his arms I would have ended up in bed, with him.

 

The wetness in my panties is brining those euphoric memories back into my head replaying everything again and again making it hard for me to breathe.

 

I take the tissue and slide my panties down as I wipe the area I see blood on it. Fuck! My periods had to come now.

I groan throwing the tissue in toilet and take out the tampon from my bag and slide it in. No matter how many times I have used tampons the unfamiliar feeling that hits on first day of period is irritating.

 

I cringe as I flush the toilet and get out from there. I see myself in the mirror as I splash some water. Am red, red from the drinks? Little make out session with the green eye wizard?  Or because am sweating with nervousness or because of my period. Whatever I shrug the feeling and get out from the washroom as I came face to face with my friends.

 

“What?”, I snap at them as they see me all grinning as am a little red riding hood and they are two hungry wolves.

 

“Nothing, just we didn’t thought our friend is a good kisser”, they both sing in a tune of a disney song.

 

“Am not in a mood of this shit, am going home guys am not feeling good”, I tell as I step across them to the exit.

 

“Hey cassie wait”, Tina exclaims but I avoided their yells and get the hell out from there.

 

AS I sit in my car which is repaired with looking all fucking new, I start the engine and drive to my apartment.

 

The scenery slipping back is all beautiful and breathe taking. One thing I love about new york is the ever blinking lights. No matter what time of the night it is, the lights are always on either in one of the building or other. The city view looks more beautiful from my apartment.

It is on the forty eighth floor, there are total of fifty floors in my building. I remember the days how I used to work three part time jobs as I was studying here.

I never took money from dad. When he couldn’t give us time, I dont need his money. I remember the day when it happened, it was mine and Jackson’s birthday, Jackson asked for a transformer car set and I asked my dad to stay home to celebrate our birthday with us.

But he choose his money, his work and sent us the gifts, one which I didn’t ask, a Barbie doll set. From that day I despise my dad. First for not staying at home with us, second for sending me dolls when he sent Jackson cars, from then the love for cars have started in my head and heart.

I couldn’t take my eyes from the car Jackson got, he was more than happy to share his toys with me and eventually I turned into the lady I am today. The tomboy car racer. Jackson had a sweet vouce with strong base he chose his own field based on his interest, music. Neither of one among us wanted to take over our dad’s business. The way I hate my father Jackson does too but he dont show it out as I do. We dont even like to stay in a same home as our dad, I remember the day when I won my first race I got so much money that I didn’t even earn one percentage of it while working three jobs per day in a year.

The first thing I wanted to buy was a home for myself. The dorms I stayed while working and studying here were so stuffed and dull. I wanted to buy bright home but classy matching my style. So does I did. The whole interior of the condo I bought was customised and designed by me, Justin and Jackson.

We have same taste in things so does it was easy for me to take their help. Justin is one of our mother’s best friend’s son. Not to mention fake best friend. But am glad that we aren’t fake friends as our mothers. The rich class women always hate one other, I have spent these many years but couldn’t get the real reason of there hate.

That too they dont project infront of them or others, but infront of their own kids.

“have you seen how ugly was her nail polish, gross”, my mother said once referring to Justin’s mom’s nails which she got done in one of most famous salon in Sydney when I was twelve.

I Couldn’t answer back that “it was beautiful”, so I just simply nodded my head. Later as time went I realized the things my mom would say after kitty party are nothing that should be paid attention, so I decided to keep my head in my book and keep it nodding as if I am totally interested in it and giving my ears to her.

 

It was shocking when Justin admitted that his mom does same thing and he said he actually loved my idea and it worked.

I park my car in the community parking and get out of it soon. The chill breeze of new york night brings goose bumps on my body. I wrap my arms around me and rub them walking into the lift.

 

As I press the forty eighth floor, I feel my head dizzy. I didn’t even had so much alcohol tonight making me frown thinking what could be wrong. I walk into my apartment sitting on my light blue couch I rest my head on the comfortable fabric of my couch. Its fluffy and smooth and L shaped with different shades of blue cushions and a white throw blanket.

Too lazy to get up from my spot I curl into the spacious sofa and drape the blanket on myself after taking off my boots.

 

My legs felt good as soon as I took them out from the high heels and rubbed them together sighing heavily.

Before I could drift into my sleep I let the person I met today invade my thoughts. I never felt this kind of attraction towards anyone, nor this kind of feeling to hold them and kiss life out of them. I cant believe I have given my first kiss to the person I dont even know his name. He was handsome though so am not gonna complain but it would have been more good if I knew his name. Would he ever meet me again? This thought made my heart sink. Why am thinking of meeting him again after what he did, he dragged me like a ragdoll and made me embarrassed because I have said he looks handsome. He is a cocky bastard, not the one who could do business and meetings silently with lot of peace. He will destroy everything in the fire of his jealousy and anger not my type, but I wonder how did I even made a impression of him just in two accidental meet ups? I shouldn’t judge him, but his eyes.... they spoke to me like no words does. The time I was dancing with him he tied me in his eyes making me do what he wants, his green eyes, he is a wizard, I better stay away from him.