Chapter 8 Second meeting
Vanessa had her hair in a ponytail. Her top was long sleeved and blood red, and her skirt was long, and burgundy. She looked like a blooded waterfall. When she and Michael came over, she smiled at each of them, but a surprised glance came when she saw Stanton.
"Stanton? You don't mind coming out in the open?" Jimena, who was leaning against Collins chest spoke, "Why should he be asustado to come out in the open?" While everyone else was either glaring at Vanessa, or biting theirs lips, Stanton spoke smoothly, "I've gotten so accustomed to being alone, I've gotten kind of shy."
Jimena raised a non-believing eyebrow, but she didn't say anything. They all gave him impressed, or surprised looks. Just then a cold hand grabbed his shoulder. He knew instantly who it was. Apparently the others did too.
"What are you doing here?" Said Serena with a disgusted scowl. Cassandra came to his side, her hand still at his shoulder. She smiled at Serena. "I'm here to see Stanton." She turned and pretended to look Stanton over. "This is him. I recognize this bod anywhere." Serena almost retorted, but Stanton raised his hand.
"Just because I invited you, doesn't mean that you can strut around like this is a date Cassandra!" Everyone's eyes widened except Cassandras, which sparkled with triumph. "What do you mean 'you invited her?" Catty asked him suspiciously.
Cassandra stopped playing around. "We have to be somewhere, to meet someone." Tianna's eyes grew angry. "Where and who?" Stanton sent her a defiant look. "You don't need to know. And I didn't invite her to this, it was so we could meet to catch up with that person." Serena raised an eyebrow.
Collin put his word in, "Well we would like to know. So could we?" Cassandra put her hands on her hips. "Sorry. This business is not for your kind!" Jimena drew herself up. "'Our kind?' Just what do you mean by that?" She started to walk over to Cassandra, but Collins hand stopped her.
Cassandra turned to him. "It's 9:45! Fifteen minutes late!" She said that as if the appointment was too important to be late for. "We have time." He said softly, "Thanks for the good time. We got to go." Without another word, he took Cassandras hand, and they disappeared to his car.
When they reached his car, He immediately withdrew his hand. "What the hell was that all about? Do you realize that they got the completely wrong impression? No. Of course you do. That was your intent wasn't it?" Cassandra put her hands on hips. "That's what you get for being late! Perhaps I didn't emphasize how important this meeting was going to be!"
"Why didn't you then? Why should it matter anyway? This pointless meeting isn't until 12:00!" Her hands fell and she sighed. "How was I supposed to know that you were on a date? And anyway, I got the wrong time. It's 10:00! I'll let him know that part of it's my fault. And about them, they always forgive you anyway." She stomped over to the car.
He sighed, but he got inside, and they drove off. They drove in uncomfortable silence. Until Cassandra leaned forward and said, " I'm turning the radio on." He gave and exasperated groan. Taking that as a yes, she turned it on and the loud music punched into his chest. He liked it when his car rumbled with the music.
He turned to her, and just now realized what she was wearing. It was a black off the shoulder top, and a magenta skirt covered by a black shawl. When he looked back at her face, their eyes met each others directly.
Not denying his opinion, he cocked an eyebrow and commented, "You look good in that outfit." Her eyebrow raised and she tilted her head. "Thanks." She grinned. "Know matter what, you always manage to succumb to my ever so seductive charm."
She lifted her arm, and before he could stop it, her fingers lifted, and played with his hair, and his ear. He pushed her hand away. He sent her a glare, which stopped her immediately. They said nothing the rest of the way.
Vanessa had her hair in a ponytail. Her top was long sleeved and blood red, and her skirt was long, and burgundy. She looked like a blooded waterfall. When she and Michael came over, she smiled at each of them, but a surprised glance came when she saw Stanton.
"Stanton? You don't mind coming out in the open?" Jimena, who was leaning against Collins chest spoke, "Why should he be asustado to come out in the open?" While everyone else was either glaring at Vanessa, or biting theirs lips, Stanton spoke smoothly, "I've gotten so accustomed to being alone, I've gotten kind of shy."
Jimena raised a non-believing eyebrow, but she didn't say anything. They all gave him impressed, or surprised looks. Just then a cold hand grabbed his shoulder. He knew instantly who it was. Apparently the others did too.
"What are you doing here?" Said Serena with a disgusted scowl. Cassandra came to his side, her hand still at his shoulder. She smiled at Serena. "I'm here to see Stanton." She turned and pretended to look Stanton over. "This is him. I recognize this bod anywhere." Serena almost retorted, but Stanton raised his hand.
"Just because I invited you, doesn't mean that you can strut around like this is a date Cassandra!" Everyone's eyes widened except Cassandras, which sparkled with triumph. "What do you mean 'you invited her?" Catty asked him suspiciously.
Cassandra stopped playing around. "We have to be somewhere, to meet someone." Tianna's eyes grew angry. "Where and who?" Stanton sent her a defiant look. "You don't need to know. And I didn't invite her to this, it was so we could meet to catch up with that person." Serena raised an eyebrow.
Collin put his word in, "Well we would like to know. So could we?" Cassandra put her hands on her hips. "Sorry. This business is not for your kind!" Jimena drew herself up. "'Our kind?' Just what do you mean by that?" She started to walk over to Cassandra, but Collins hand stopped her.
Cassandra turned to him. "It's 9:45! Fifteen minutes late!" She said that as if the appointment was too important to be late for. "We have time." He said softly, "Thanks for the good time. We got to go." Without another word, he took Cassandras hand, and they disappeared to his car.
When they reached his car, He immediately withdrew his hand. "What the hell was that all about? Do you realize that they got the completely wrong impression? No. Of course you do. That was your intent wasn't it?" Cassandra put her hands on hips. "That's what you get for being late! Perhaps I didn't emphasize how important this meeting was going to be!"
"Why didn't you then? Why should it matter anyway? This pointless meeting isn't until 12:00!" Her hands fell and she sighed. "How was I supposed to know that you were on a date? And anyway, I got the wrong time. It's 10:00! I'll let him know that part of it's my fault. And about them, they always forgive you anyway." She stomped over to the car.
He sighed, but he got inside, and they drove off. They drove in uncomfortable silence. Until Cassandra leaned forward and said, " I'm turning the radio on." He gave and exasperated groan. Taking that as a yes, she turned it on and the loud music punched into his chest. He liked it when his car rumbled with the music.
He turned to her, and just now realized what she was wearing. It was a black off the shoulder top, and a magenta skirt covered by a black shawl. When he looked back at her face, their eyes met each others directly.
Not denying his opinion, he cocked an eyebrow and commented, "You look good in that outfit." Her eyebrow raised and she tilted her head. "Thanks." She grinned. "Know matter what, you always manage to succumb to my ever so seductive charm."
She lifted her arm, and before he could stop it, her fingers lifted, and played with his hair, and his ear. He pushed her hand away. He sent her a glare, which stopped her immediately. They said nothing the rest of the way.