CassieA Chapter by anonymous.3 Cassie
As soon as I finished up washing
the dishes, I ran up to my room and threw my hair up messily. Today sucked. I plugged my Phone into the
speakers and hit The Ronettes. They’re my go to band when things get a little
bit, weird with me. See I like the old types of music, but only when I have to.
Some people have food to turn to, some people have their friends or their mom,
but I have The Ronettes. I hummed along with the song and
stared myself down in the mirror in utter disgust. As I looked, I let the usual
comments flow through my head, “Too many freckles” and “Too big of ears” and
“Too frizzy hair” I kept criticizing and humming, but by now I started
whispering the insults to myself, “Your skin is too pale, Your nose is too
small, Your legs are too long.” I could go on for ages. But I stop myself. I don’t want
to make things as worse than they already are so I turn my music up and take a
deep breath. I grab my laptop from my book bag and hop onto my bed. I open up
the tab titled “Skype” and listen to the audio click that was played in the
beginning, I see the familiar smiles of my Internet friends pop up on my
contact list and click Erik’s name. I talk to him for a few minutes
over the chat box and then tell him I’ll video chat him in a few minutes. Even
though I know we’re not dating or anything, nor do I even like him all that
much in that way, he’s still pretty attractive and I want to look good for him.
So I take my bun out and brush my
hair out a little bit, I fix up my makeup that was sloppily done this morning.
“I guess that’s as good as it’s going to get.” I sighed. I jumped back onto my bed and hit
the call button. A few seconds later, his precious face filled my screen and I
felt that every second of despair I was feeling a few minutes ago, all in just
a second vanished at the sight of this boy’s face. “Well, well, well. Who do we have
here, Ms. Marie.” I can hear the British tone in his accent and it really only
makes me want to be with him, in London even more desperately. “Hello there Erik James.” I’m
trying to hide my affection for him as best as I can. It’s really not all that
easy. It’s kind of like when someone tells you that you’re allergic to
chocolate cake and you are never allowed to eat it ever again, and you think to
yourself, this won’t be hard, I can live without cake! But then you come home
one day and you can just smell that chocolate cake, and you can almost taste
the gooey, sweet chunks of the warm cake in your mouth. And you can feel
yourself drooling over it and you run yourself to the kitchen, the cake is
sitting there nice and thick and frosted, and you’ve got a plate and fork ready
but then you’ve realized, you can’t eat this cake. I mean who knows what will
happen! “So how many people did you turn
into a toad today Missy.” He always
makes stupid little remarks like that, almost as if he knows how horrible my
day has gone. “Well let’s see,” I held up my
fingers and began to randomly mutter some names acting as if I’m counting all
the toads. “Well only three in biology, I imagine we’ll be dissecting those
guys soon, and around five from math, and about ten people I saw that just
annoyed me in the hall. I’d say I did pretty well today!” He giggled. Oh God how I love to
hear his giggles. And his little dimple kind of just pops out of nowhere. “You’re friends are lucky I don’t
go to your school! From the way you described them, I’d be turning everybody
into toads!” Well, the thing is about my school is that not everybody is really
all that bad, I mean most of the time I’m pretty sure it’s me who’s the
annoying one. But everybody at my school are just so boring! I can’t help but
put them in the category labeled, “Idiots” mostly because I just have higher
standards for everybody except for myself apparently. So I guess you could say
I regret telling Erik that everybody sucks, I mean, he would probably love
everyone, there! But that’s just the type of person that he is, loving and
sweet and he just seems to care for every minuscule detail about everything
even though none of what I ever have to say even slightly actually matters, let
alone makes sense. Just with the thought of how
outstanding he is, “You’re so amazing you know that?” Why. Why. Why. What is wrong with me! I feel
like I was just ran over by a bus. My stomach starts turning and
those weird butterflies come back. I hate this feeling. Not only is it
addicting, but it’s sickening. It’s like an inevitable drug that always come
back whenever I talk to him, flowing through my veins making my heart beat
violently, and my stomach to go entirely numb. “So are you Cassie.” So weird. I know I’m not like
this normally! I mean, I’ve never been a sucker for love. It seems tacky to me,
like what’s the point? You spend all of your time with this one person, you
open up your heart to them, and you share your every thought to theirs, and for
what? The majority of the time you end up getting tired of this person, or
they’ll find someone better, and there’s even a chance that you could find
someone better, but you sit there and think to yourself that you’ll be with
them until the day you die. In reality, you’re lying to yourself. Love is just
one big fat and juicy lie. And yet we all fall into its trap. And so I remain to sit here and
glare at his dreamy face on my screen. Wondering how I’ve fallen so deep into
his love trap. “Cassie, are you doing okay?” I regret that question so much. I
wish he hadn’t asked. “No. No I’m not okay. But somehow
you’re making me feel better already.” That’s an alright answer, right? “What can I do to make you feel
better Ms. Marie!” I could feel myself blushing. “You could come up to my house,
then run up to my room.” Should I say it? “And cuddle with me.” I couldn’t read his face, have I
gone too far this time? “I would absolutely love to
cuddle with you. I would just wrap my arms around your waist and hold your
little body to mine.” I think now I understand how
people can go so psychotic from their husband leaving them. I think I might
just go crazy without Erik. But I also think I’m going a little crazy with him
here. There’s no escaping this trap.
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