Post by Cassandra Wolfe on Jul 6, 2013 20:51:17 GMT -4
if we walk down this road,
we’ll be lovers for sure
so tonight kiss me like it’s do or die
and take me to the other side
Cassandra Wolfe was not a party girl. At least, that's what all of her fellow classmates at the La Push reservation school thought anyway. Cassie was a get home before curfew, study all night, wake up early kind of girl. She wouldn't know a party unless it smacked her in the face. And this one had.[/color][/blockquote]
Cassie wasn't planning on going to the party at all. Why go and prove her classmates wrong when she wasn't planning on being in La Push any longer than her graduation day? There was absolutely nothing and no one that could make her stay on the reservation. Not when her dreams were outside of the close knit native community. Everyone she went to school with just assumed that Cassie was antisocial because she was an awkward bookworm with no friends. When in actuality, she was almost exactly opposite of that stereotype. Sure, she studied. However, the only reason Cassie ever picked up a pencil was because she wanted to try her hardest to get the hell out of town and she was going to do that by excelling in school. She was naturally smart, it wasn't something she had to work really hard for.
And why spend time with people you're never going to see again after graduation? Why make friendships that are supposed to last lifetimes when she didn't even plan on visiting? She didn't see the point in becoming close and emotionally vulnerable to other people when she was just going to leave them in the end.
All of that to say she hadn't really expected this party at all. Cassie was only friends with about four people at school and they were people who didn't take her no commitment personality very seriously. They'd known her since they were young children before her family moved to Texas and they wanted to be her friends. There really wasn't any arguing with them, so Cassie pretty much let them do all of the work in the friendship. She had planned on spending another quiet night in her room, studying and preparing herself for the mid-term in her advanced calculus class. Her friends had different plans. At exactly 5:10 that night, she got a series of texts from her friends instructing her to make herself look hot and to be ready by 6:30. Cassie had learned a long time ago to never ask questions, so she did exactly what they told her to.
At 6:24 she was starting to regret her decision. She had been ready for about five minutes and she was sitting down on her bed, trying to convince herself to study for the last ten minutes before her friends showed up and dragged her away to wherever they were going. She stared harshly down at the numbers on the page, but was highly disappointed when none of it made sense. Clearly, she was going to have to reteach herself later that weekend.
At 6:30 she heard a car horn beep twice from outside. She climbed off of her bed and grabbed the pair of heels she'd picked out for her outfit. She tied them on and grabbed her phone and money. She slid her money easily into her top and winked at her younger sister who was watching her with a confused expression from the living room. Cassie wiggled her fingers in a wave at Cat and then slid outside and to the car that was waiting for. She climbed into the backseat and greeted her friends as they reversed out of her driveway and headed towards their destination.
We're going to a party in Forks. her friend Kayla explained as they began driving to the town.
Cassie wasn't all that surprised that they had to go all the way to Forks to attend a party. Anything they did on the reservation could be closely monitored by the tribal elders and nothing killed a party faster than Old Quil or Billy Black showing up. They'd all experienced that at least once or twice. In fact, the only time they were ever really left alone was when they were on the beach and far enough away from the reservation that their noise didn't disturb anyone.
She danced along to the music in the car and laughed with her friends. Heather, one of her only friends from Forks, was sitting in the backseat with her. Heather passed over a cup that Cass was positive had something a little stronger than Coke in it. She grinned and took a generous gulp of the firey liquid. A little while later they were parking the car on the curb outside of a house that practically throbbed with the bass of a song playing loudly over the speaker system.
The four girls climbed out of the car and joined together in a line to walk inside. As soon as the door opened to reveal Cassandra Wolfe, antisocial goody-two-shoes, the entire population of La Push students stopped and stared. Cassie only smiled in response. Part of the fun of going to a party was the stares she would get from her classmates and the whispers that would follow her for weeks afterwards.
Oh yeah, it was going to be a good night.
