Stuff
From Cassidy:
Looking back, I realize so much has happened since Gigi's wedding the summer after sophomore year. However, I also realize that, in honest truth, I don't regret a thing.
Now I suppose you'd like to hear all about it, right reader?
Well then here I go. I guess I'll start from where we left off.
By the time junior year of high school rolled around for me,
Sophie had decided to go to Vancouver for the semester. Though she was on good terms with all of us by then, she thought that trying new cities would be good for her.
Gigi and Monsieur de Roches were positively giddy with love and excitement. Their plans for the French cottage were really coming along.
Emma and Jess had had a great summer with their respective boyfriends, and the two couples had both promised to remain steady for as long as possible.
Megan had been asked by a TON of French designers to do a more avant garde line aimed for young adults. She was still deciding which one she wanted to sign on with.
And last but not least, Becca had spent all summer chatting away with her Mr. Rochester, so to speak. She was officially smitten with him.
And me? I was so pumped for hockey to start, though I was worried about switching to a U19 team. I was going to miss the Lady Shawmuts. However, I was really looking forward to school, especially my electives, because I had this great feeling that I would do really well this year, grade-wise.
And in term of relationship problems… well, you're in for an earful.
I spent a great summer with Tristan that year, but when he went back to England for college in the fall, our relationship became strained. Neither of us had the disposition to deal with long distance, after all. We were both on each other's nerves all the time, and as the days passed, we spoke less and less. I guess it was inevitable that I woke up on Thanksgiving weekend, padded over to my laptop, and broke up with him via video chat.
He wasn't angry; rather, he was sad. He told me that he had anticipated this, and while he had fervently hoped our relationship would work, he knew deep down that it wouldn't, and maybe this was the best path for us to take. I agreed, and we both established that we would at least maintain a cheerful friendship, which we did.
The following Monday, I swear to God about 6 different guys asked me on a date, which ticked me off a bit (although all my MDBC friends seemed to find it thoroughly amusing). I spent the rest of the week sulking, struggling through Geometry, and letting my anger out on the ice. In honest truth, I did shed a few tears over Tristan when I had my heart-to-heart with Courtney the next weekend, but she told me it wasn't a sign of weakness, so I let it leak out. And it helped.
To my utter surprise, Zach texted me about two weeks after my breakup. We had remained friends throughout my relationship with Tristan, though I know Zach never really accepted that fact. However, he had gone through a succession of girls during that time, starting with a freshman named Alyssa, and ending with some girl in Boston named Renee. Still, the two of us occasionally hung out (but never alone).
Meet me at my car.
Pondering what that meant, I obediently jogged off to the school parking lot. He stood there, leaning against the back of his car, pretending to flip through his Chemistry textbook.
"Hey Cass," he offered when I came closer.
"Hey yourself," I replied. "What's up?"
He started looking like this weird combination of nervous, excited, and uncomfortable.
"Well, I know you and Tristan aren't together any more…" he stated rather awkwardly.
God. If I had known it was going to be about this, I would've gone straight home. I try to keep the annoyed look from my face as I reply.
"Yeah, Zach, now just leave it alone, okay? I don't want to talk abo-"
And that was when I suddenly felt his arms encircle my waist, and I felt his lips on mine.
And when he finally pulled away, the first thing I said was, "Your kissing skills certainly have improved."
