Now switching schools in the middle of September and having to break up with her boyfriend Peter because of it wasn't on Cassandra Higgins's bucket list, but she could totally cross it off now as her sister had convinced her mother to move across th...
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009, LIKE YOU TOO
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IMESSAGES JUSTIN FOLEY
justin : goodmorning
cassandra : what do you want?
justin's : fiesty today.
cassandra: and now ur blocked
justin : chill okay, sorry.
justin : i just wanted to ask you something.
cassandra: mhm. what?
justin : hanging out with you i've had a lot of fun. i really like you cass.
casandra : o okay
cassandra: i think i like you too justin
justin : fr ?
cassandra : no
justin : stop playing cass😩
cassandra : ;)
justin : do you wanna go out? like do you wanna be my girlfriend?
cassandra : are you really asking me over text ..
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JUSTIN is calling you
will you be my girlfriend?, His voice echoes through the phone.
goodnight, justin. She presses the dial tone.
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Cassandra definitely wanted to be with Justin but he didn't need to know that right now. Besides with Hannah in the way Cassandra figured she might as well give up. If she said yes, she'd risk losing one of her handful of friends at Liberty. If she said no, she'd risk losing what could have been her first boyfriend.
But he was so cute. Eugh.
Justin didn't know what to do when Cassandra had dodged his question, and not messaged him back after the call. Figuring shed'd fallen asleep, he closes his phone and stuffs it in his back pocket. He knocks on his front door, not having a key to fit the lock. He hears a voice, faintly, but he's not sure what they're saying or said.
He knocks once more.
The handle shakes and the door unlocked, opening to reveal a woman wrapping herself in a red robe. She's got dark roots with thinning and frizzing hair, towards her ends. The latch at the top of the doorframe is still connected, the only thing stopping Justing from entering, "Not tonight, Justin." The woman
