It All Started With The Butterflies

Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Cassie

"Do you like him?" Chrissie asked me, while she blotted more powder on her nose. We had excused ourselves to go to the bathroom. Well, actually Chrissie had excused herself and dragged me along with her. The ladies room looked like it belonged in a boarding house: metallic taps, porcelain tiles and tall bins. A place to seek refuge, when you needed a moment to yourself without conforming to the stereotypes of properness, as what was expected of a lady. Although Chrissie wasn't a 'proper' lady, with her low hanging top and booty shorts, she walked with an air of elegance around her. Her posture was perfect, and so was the way she glided across the floor in five-inch heels.

I sheepishly nodded my head, not willing to open my mouth. I liked Levi, enough that maybe one day we could be together, but the way I felt about Caspian was different. Although both boys were flirtatious, it sounded as if Levi said what I wanted to hear; unlike Caspian who spoke his mind. That was the quality I admired about Caspian, but it was also the quality that had accelerated our break-up. Sure, the break-up was inevitable, but it would have been nice to feel his lips on mine just once more.

"Do you like Shawn?" I enquired, already knowing the answer.

"Do I like Shawn? I love him." She clasped her hands in front of her bosom. "He's such a sweetheart. He's so dreamy."

"You always say that." I jokingly rolled my eyes.

"This time I mean it," she replied, defensively.

"So, you didn't mean it all those other times, with Tim, John, Walter, Aiden...," I was just throwing random names into the mix.

"I don't know a Tim, but I do know a Jim; he's a nerd, not my type."

I laughed. "Come on," I said as I walked towards the door. "Shawn and Levi are probably wondering where we are."

"Why are you so eager?" Chrissie asked me, while reaching into her purse.

"Chrissie," I complained, when she made no move to hurry up.

"Fine." She quickly swiped on some lip gloss and followed me out of the bathroom door.

"Took you long enough," Shawn smirked. He approached us as soon as we exited the bathroom.

"Sorry," Chrissie apologized, kissing Shawn's cheek.

"Where's Levi?" I asked, scanning the surrounding area.

"Saving us a table, before it gets too crowded," Shawn told me, running a hand through his already messy hair.

I followed Chrissie and Shawn to a restaurant, with a long white banner declaring it to be 'Stone Burrow'. It wasn't really a restaurant but a bar that served light food. Chrissie and I were both only sixteen: were we even allowed in there? Surprisingly we didn't get IDed on the way in. Looks like this was the kind of place that profited illegally off teenagers' money.