7 MORE DAYS UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY! AYYO.
❀Wednesday: Today's the day... The official first day of school and classes. Put on your best outfit, get our your most expensive designer tote and get ready for a long and stressful year ahead.
I applied some more lip-gloss, and another brush of mascara.
"Come on, Cassandra!" Zoe stomped her foot impatiently, sagging her shoulders, and acting like a five year old. I rolled my eyes, "I'm coming!" Stuffing my makeup in my tote, I threw on the nearest pair of shoes I saw, and walked out the door, arm in arm with Zoe.
"What class do you have first?" I asked her, tilting my head. "No idea, I'm too lazy to get out my schedule right now." She shrugged.
"Well, I have Algebra. What a great way to start off a day." I muttered sarcastically, blinking my tired eyes. I hate waking up early, morning's are so /not/ my thing.
Algebra went by pretty quickly since it was only the first day. The entire period was spent with Dahlia throwing me rude glares, and me sneaking texts to Zoe, telling her about how I wanted to throw myself off a building right now. I eyed Dahlia as she was staring at something on the wall, totally zoning out from class. Though I did have to admit she was gorgeous, that choice of eyeshadow was so three years ago. She blinked, and I snapped my eyes to something else. I didn't want her to think I was staring at her, that would be plain awkward.
Walking out of the classroom, while fixing my tote which was digging into my shoulder, I bumped into a brunette, sending my bag to the floor.
"God, watch where you're going please?" I shook my head at her.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry." She said, reaching down and picking my bag up for me. I was expecting some rude glare, and for her to stomp away from me, muttering curses.
"Um, no it's fine." I took my bag from her. She was almost too nice, and it made me feel bad. Which I am /so/ not used to.
"I love your makeup! It really brings out your eyes." She smiled.
"Well of course it does. I'm a professional in makeup." I sniffed.
"Maybe you can do mine someday!" She laughed giddily.
"Sure," I gave her a half smile, and a small wave. Sweet girls just kill me sometimes, I am really not used to them.
I walked into my next class, English Literature. Sitting down at one of the empty seats, a pretty brunette slid in next to me. I gave her a careless glance, examining her makeup. That's how I know if people are worthy of me, from their makeup. She had on obviously an expensive brand of mascara, it wasn't clumping or anything. Her makeup was minimal, yet brought out her skin tone. Approved.
"Hi, I'm Cassandra." I smiled. "Nakita." She responded formally, sticking out her hand for a shake. I wasn't used to this, but I did it anyway.
The teacher droned on about her name, and what we were going to study this year. I spent the time filing my nails, and checking myself out in my mirror. The teacher threw me a glare, but I didn't care.
"For your first assignment, you'll be pairing up with someone next to you. You have to read and analyze a book of your choice, but it must have a deep meaning behind it." I threw a glance over at Nakita, waiting for her to ask me. She finally did, with a small smile. I nodded, taking two pieces of paper the teacher handed out, and gave one to Nakita.
After that class finished, I headed to French. Thankfully, I had studied French back in England for four years, so I already knew most of it. That's why I signed up, it'd be an easy A.
I sat down, taking out my French notebook. A girl slithered into the seat next to me, a camera wrapped around her neck. She had absolutely no makeup on, what an atrocity.
"Here." I handed her a case of eyeshadow that was thankfully in my bag. She was in desperate need of it.
"What's this for?" She asked, examining it like it was some foreign species.
"For you. It will make your eyes shine." I said.
"No problem." I smiled successfully. I had just helped another patient, even if she didn't know it yet.
"I'm Cassandra, by the way."
"Cat, at your service." The girl stuffed the makeup in her jacket pocket, like it was a piece of garbage. I flinched, but didn't say anything.
After French ended with some basic learning techniques, which were review, study, and come in for tutoring. Boring.
I came out of class, seeing Cynthia. "Hey," I smiled walking up to her.
"Hey Cassandra!" She smiled, putting away some book she was reading.
"How was class so far?" I asked, leaning against the wall.
"Very interesting! I can't wait to learn." She smiled brightly, entwining her fingers together.
"Hm. My classes were so boring." I rolled my eyes.
"Well, maybe they'll get better!" She said brightly.
"Yeah, sure." I muttered, "Well, I have to go. But I'll see you around, Okay?"
"Of course, Cassandra." She said with a wave.
I strutted down the hallway, stopping when my eyes fell on the most handsome man I think I've ever seen. My heart did something it hadn't in a while, it thumped faster. Something about this guy made me want to lure him in, and keep him in my possessions. Not have a one night stand like I usually do.
He was leaning against a locker, eyes locked in his book. I knew if I strut by him, he would notice me. I did, getting a few looks by some other guys, but not him. He brushed back his brown hair with his other hand, eyes still in his book. I huffed, dropping my bag carelessly, and doing the bend, and snap. But he still didn't look up. I bit my lip, feeling embarrassed. So, I stomped away from the guy, feeling torn up inside. This was the first time a guy didn't even look at me.
What the f*ck!
Sorry for mentioning a guy, girls ;) But this won't be a relationship until a very long time, he won't even notice her. I'm using Rex if it's not obvious ;) They're complete opposites, but that will make Cassandra like him. And he won't even want to talk to her for a while! So they won't have a relationship until a long time.