Love Always,
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LASH POVI couldn't believe it. When I saw girl walking in the middle of nowhere I had no idea it would be Cassie. But as she turned there was no mistaking her face, even though it seemed older. I felt myself looking her over, glancing at her long, shapely legs and curves that had become more obvious in the past two years.
I could see the shock in her face as I rolled down the window and told her to get in, I didn't mean to sound so harsh.
When I finally convinced her to get inside my rank smelling car the comfort we used to feel when we sat next to each other was gone and awkwardness took over. She told me very straightforward things about school and Speed. I barely told her anything. But I had good reason. After I had gone with Gwen, I stayed with them for a while. Just long enough to make them believe I couldn't turn back.
But I did.
I turned against them and escaped; trying to return to Maxville, return to Rose, return to… her.
But she wasn't mine anymore; she hadn't been mine for a long time. I knew very well that she was still gorgeous and she probably had had many boyfriends or at least one steady one. I was very relieved to hear that she was currently single, even if I knew I had no chance of getting her back. The thought of anyone else touching her made me sick to my stomach.
She told me Magenta was picking her up. I understood because a trip all the way to Maxville with your ex isn't that pleasant even though I wanted it to happen.
And so now I drove back to Maxville, hoping that maybe I would see her around town.
--Maxville Police Station, how can I help you?—
"I'm looking for a police officer of yours."
--In what department?—
"Super."
--May I ask for verification?—
"I was at Sky High with him."
--Hold please.—
……
--Who is it you are looking for?—
"Speed Jackson."
--I'll give you his number."
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CASSIE POVI wiped my face and Maj looked at me expectantly. I didn't say anything.
"How did you get all the way to Denny's?" She asked me.
"I got a lift… with," I began, "Oh god…"
"With who?" She asked me.
"Lash."
She slammed on the brakes and my whole body was thrown forward. The squealing was unbearable.
"LASH!!" She looked at me, eyes like saucers.
I nodded. I couldn't tell her expression. It was pained, happy, sad, shocked, cheerful and worried.
She continued driving slowly, letting out a whistle. "Wow."
"Yeah," I laughed.
"How is he?"
"Fine I guess… we didn't talk much."
"Where was he going?"
"Well," I said, "He's actually heading for Maxville."
My voice shook with worry.
"Maxville's a big city," Maj assured me, "I bet you won't even see him."
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I was in town, looking at dresses through a window. I couldn't afford any of them, but it was nice to pretend. One was long and black, fading into red at its end. I sighed as I tilted my head, trying to picture myself inside it.
"Nice dress," someone from behind me said. I jumped and turned to face him.
"Yeah," I said to him awkwardly, "I can't afford it though."
"Too bad," Lash said, looking at it through the window.
I looked at my feet, "I've got to go."
He grabbed my arm and said, "What's the rush? Let's get a drink or something."
In Lash language 'Let's get a drink' means 'I'll buy you a drink even though I know you're underage'.
We went to a bar and I used my fake ID. That's right- I have a fake ID. We got some beers and sat down.
Before I knew what was happening, my beer was suddenly full again. And again. And again.
As night fell I was a little bit tipsy- to say the least.
I had to go home- I even told Lash that. He was pretty tipsy too but he drove me home.
At the door he asked, "Are you gonna make me coffee then?"
"Shhh," I said, "Parents on the premises. Be quiet and go up to my room."
I did make Lash a coffee, but the whole time I was thinking, 'Cass! What the hell is wrong with you! This is Lash we're talking about. And he's up in your room. Tell him to go home!'
I toed open the door of my room, set the mugs down on my dressing table, and tried not to look at Lash lounging on my bed like he had every right to be there. At least he had taken his boots off for once. Then I noticed that he had my old, battered rag doll in his hands.
"I don't believe I've been introduced to this lovely little lady," he grinned drunkenly.
"Lash, don't," I growled, "Put her, I mean it, down."
Lash held Miss Princess Mopsyhead (to give her full name) in front of him and made her dance. "Not 'til you tell me her name."
I muttered something.
"I didn't quite catch that Cass, something about a princess…"
"Princess Mopsy," I said really quickly, leaving out the 'Miss' and the 'Head' and then wishing I'd said her name was Anne or Sue.
"Hello Princess Mopsy," Lash cooed, and then realised that I was not seeing one shred of funny in the situation. "Okay, putting Her Royal Highness down now."
God- he was back to being all cute and dorkish again and making my skin sing in the most delicious way.
Cassie! Pull yourself together!
I reached over and handed him his coffee before leaning against my dressing table. Lash took a sip, watching me all the time from heavy lidded eyes. "What are you plotting in that head of yours?" he wanted to know.
I shrugged and didn't say anything. Couldn't think of anything to say.
"C'mon Cass, don't go weird on me," Lash crooned. Then he put the mug down, sat up and was off the bed. Before I could process why that low, husky pitch to his voice made me dig my black fingernails into my palms so hard that I'd still have little half-moon marks embedded there the next day he stalked towards me, all predatory and sleek.
He took another step towards me so that there was such a tiny gap between us that I could feel the heat of his body stirring up all my molecules and making me feel hot and relaxed. My hair was in two pigtails, and Lash took out the elastics and started running his fingers through my hair and loosening my plaits. He twisted and stroked my hair and I leant back against the dressing table and let him.
I was just so… I don't know… willing to let Lash be there. It didn't matter what I kept telling myself.
When my hair was loose, Lash gathered up to great big handfuls of my white blonde curls and gently tugged me closer.
"Don't," I half moaned, but I was already letting him. I barely knew what was happening until his tongue was skittering across the roof of my mouth and I was accepting it. I dimly registered the sweep of his hands under my shirt and on my skin. But it wasn't until I felt the bed underneath me that I realised that Lash had manoeuvred me across the room and was laying on top of me.
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OOOHHH! Next chapter is going to be interesting, huh? R&R.
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