Cassie's Point of View
There was a strange silence in the air as I stood up to go look in the mirror. I was unsure how to feel at this moment in time. My beautiful blue dress had spent two long months in my closet waiting to be worn to to this dance. Now, it was ruined. This whole night had been a mistake. A single tear slid down my cheek and landed in my charcoal balck hair that I had just taken out of a ponytail. A hand flew to my necklace, a simple silver chain with a heart locket dangling off of it. My name was engraved on the little locket. Angrily, I unhooked it and let it sit in the palm of my hand for a while.
''Cassie, we need to talk.'' There was a gentle knock on my bedroom door.
''Go away! I don't want to see you!'' I yelled, throwing my locket at the door.
''I know you're upset but please listen to me. I'm sorry about the dance-''
''The dance that I spent almost half a year preparing for? My first real dance? The one you spent dancing with my ex-best friend? The one that you ruined? Go away, Nick.'' I breathed, more tears pouring down my face.
''It wasn't like that! I never meant to hurt you. Will you at least let me explain? Can you open the door for an apology? I will stand out here all night if I have to.''
Okay, so I am getting ahead of myself here. My name is Cassie Summers, and I have been in love with my best friend since we were in sixth grade. His name is Nick Jonas. My mother and father had no clue. They just thought we were good friends, so they let Nick join us for dinner, parties, my birthday, christmas, and everything in between. Nick had no idea either. Luckily, my parents did not let him into my room, so he couldn't see the sketch I drew of him a long time ago. I was always a good artist, but this turned out perfect. From Nick's perfect chocolate ringlets to his beautiful smile, I drew it all. I had it framed and placed on my wall. I did this with most of my art, but this picture of Nick was so different. Just by looking at it, you could tell it was done in a very loving way.
During my freshman year, I started getting into a lot of trouble. I went to parties and things... the bad kind. Sometimes, it was a good thing I was friends with Nick. He bailed me out of a lot of trouble. Maybe I wasn't entirely sure what I was feeling for him until then. It seems a logical idea for me to start there, so I think I will.