Nate loved perfection, she knew that.
Much to Lexi's surprise, every morning Cassie would wake up at 4am and start her long beauty routine. She would pluck, roll, shave, hydrate, slip, slap, slop. She revelled in the discipline it gave her, the excitement in picking out the right outfit and imagining Nate's reaction, the painful butterflies she would get on her way to school every morning, the euphoric anxiety she would feel when walking down the halls at school, the beating heart in her throat when her eyes found Nate.
Most of the time he would brush past her, but she understood that. She was his little secret. Their love was theirs only.
But sometimes, his eyes would linger on her form or his fingers would gently brush past her back sending shivers down her spine.
This boy's got my head tied in knots with all his games. I simply want him more because he looks the other way.
"Hey" She would sometimes whisper on her way to Calculus. And he would nod back with his chiselled jaw.
Nate knew Cassie was desperately trying to get his attention. It made him feel so good that this girl wanted to be perfect just for him. That she was so willing to please him. So willing to put herself on display hoping he would acknowledge her existence. That those tight pants were intended for his eyes and those glossed lips were there to tempt him.
Why can't you want me like the other boys do? They stare at me while I stare at you
"Yo, how hot is Cassie looking." Ben Hinks said in the locker room. "Those fucking tits, huh? Can't believe McKay tapped that." His brows raised up and down.
"Shut the fuck up." He said, before hovering over the shorter boy.
He was surprised at the feeling of anger he felt at that moment. Cassie was his. When she walked past him in one of her new outfits, all he wanted was to claim her in front of all these losers. But that was too dangerous. He needed to resolve the situation with Maddy first.
So he would send her texts:
you look good
i'm so hard
i can't wait to fuck you
friday you're mine