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Liz POV: Watching my class mates spar has gotten me giddy. Watching Cassy and Gene do their thing and know that she has this. I trained her so I know she is capable of taking Gene down. He is good though. When she finally has him pinned down, I look over to Alec and see him dumb founded that a girl can down a guy Gene’s size was like icing on the cake. Gene is around 6 foot 6 and probably 230 pounds. That is mostly muscle though. Cassy is a mere 5 foot 2 and 120 pounds. She has lean muscles on her body. They are not bulking but you can still see them.

CHAPTER 1 Natalie POV I heard someone storm into the classroom, “Hey, everyone! guess what this loser, Natalie wrote in her diary!” That was Cassian! I raised my head and saw, My pink diary was in his hand. My body froze. Everyone's eyes fell on me. No, no, no, no, no. I quickly got out of my seat and rushed toward him. I tried to grab it from his hand but he's 6’2, a tower compared to me who's 5’2.

As soon as Lena entered Cassian's apartment, a teenage girl, around 14 or 15, came running out of the hallway. Her curly auburn hair matched Cassian's. Lena froze for a moment. The girl she remembered as barely waist-high had suddenly grown so much taller. "Brother, you're back!" Tessa exclaimed, throwing her arms around Cassian. He gently patted her head—a habit he had with younger girls. "Look who’s here," he said, gesturing toward Lena.

So you can relate when I say guys never seemed to notice me. That all changed midway through my freshman year in college when I met my best friend and now crazy outspoken roommate Cassie, who if you put us side by side we were polar opposites in the looks department in my opinion unlike myself Cassie stood 5'8" in height without the help of high heels blonde hair and sky blue eyes with a button nose and naturally rosie cheeks. She could put even the prettiest of models to shame with her looks and sense of fashion. We met bonded over reality t.v. and have been inseparable ever since.

They sort of laughed sheepishly the way people do when technology outsmarts them. "Thank you so much," the mother said, throwing her bags into the room. She extended her hand and I shook it, "My name is Cassie and this is my daughter, Brittany." I reached over and shook Brittany's hand as well. Cassie was around 5'6 and around 120lbs, very slim for an older woman. Her hair was short and sort of chestnut colored and she had pretty brown eyes behind thick glasses. Her face was warm, her smile bright, and her skin relatively smooth and clear. Her body was very thin, with small, but perky breasts, and somewhat pointy joints. But she still had a feminine flair to her hips and a surprisingly big (

He's probably judging my ass or something but he can't speak so I don't quite care. 15 minutes later, I'm fully dressed and entering my room with a towel in hand, drying my hair. The hair I never keep down so when Max looks up from his phone and he sees my once light blonde hair looking more Dirty blonde, he smiles up at me and pats the sofa next to him. "You look beautiful, Cassi" "I-Thanks, I guess" "I bought you tea. Apparently you stopped drinking coffee?"

He tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement, and extended his hand a little further. Cassie stumbled forward to grab it, starstruck, her smaller hand slipping into his. She nodded too fast, like her brain was buffering. “I—I’m Cassie. Wow. This is insane. You’re taller in person, and you’re—” She broke off with a squeak, covering her face, then peeked back out with wide, dreamy eyes. Something inside me twisted, hard and ugly. The look on her face—the worship in her eyes—it made my stomach knot.

Get your ass in here right this instant, it says. “Did I get you in trouble?” Cassie asked, a crease forming on her forehead. I noticed her eyebrows were slightly arched, which often makes a snobbish character out of her. Her hair was messy and her face was flushed. She looked like a grassland fairy, I thought, sizing her up with my thumb. “Landon’s threatened to kill me a hundred times, but I’m still alive,” I said, giving her a small smile. She doesn’t look convinced, though.

“You can't, you can't do that, I still….” “You still what, Damian?” A woman's voice asked, which made both me and Damian turn. It was Cassie, still the same, pretty, tall, and sexy. Well, for the first time, her presence didn't intimidate me, as I looked ten times hotter than her. I've worked on my body for the past four years, so I didn't need anyone to tell me. ****** AUTHORS NOTE Hi lovely reader, thank you so much for reading. I apologize for the irregular updates. I'm mainly working on my other book —I am trying to complete it. But from May, I'll daily update this one, for now, expect three to two chapters a week. Happy reading.

"Taylor too, probably. Though she's also pretty tall, so... I dunno. You're not as heavy as Mr. Canon, I guess." Before Abbie could leap out of her seat and strangle her, I patted her cushy hip affectionately. Then I held her down. Gently. "Weren't you the one who told me 'thicc thighs save lives?' Relax, Abbie. You're gorgeous. Right, Cassie?" "Huh? Oh, I mean, obviously! Heck, lots of people think Rebel Wilson is hot and she's definitely bigger than you." I groaned inwardly. Maybe she was actually trying to provoke Abbie and trusting me to keep the girl from killing her. Luckily, her trust was well-placed. "Knock it off, Cassie. She's trying to do something nice, and you're getting in the