Blaine Sousa:
A man who doesn't care about others opinions.
Cassandra Harper:
A woman who cares a little too much about what people think of her.
When a turn of events brings two strangers together once more it could be lethal, especially in his lin...
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"Hi." I say lazily, pulling the phone up to my ear with a smile.
"Cassandra." Blaine greets.
"I-" I hesitate, thinking for a second. "I don't know what I was going to say." I slur.
"Are you drunk?" He asks.
I giggle. "At this point I'm not even sure what I am."
"Where are you?" He asks.
"Um.." I look around, trying to make sense of my location. "I don't know."
"Is somebody with you?"
"There's lots of people really." I say looking out to the people dancing.
"Somebody you know? You went out with your friends, where are they?" He clarifies.
"My friends are up there." I state.
"Up? Up where?"
"They're sitting next to me but I'm sitting on the floor." I explain.
"And why are you sitting on the floor?"
"I don't know I just felt like it."
"Is Jackson there?" Blaine asks.
"Yeah."
"Can you pass the phone to him?"
"Do I have to? I'm comfy here."
"Yes you do." He states.
"Uhh. Fine." I stand up from my spot on the floor.
"Jackson." I say, stumbling over to his seat. I hand him my phone.
"Who is it?" Jackson says as he puts the phone to his ear.
Jackson, who's less drunk than I, has a conversation with Blaine before handing me back my phone.
I open my bag and my hand is halfway to putting my phone inside when I hear my name. I look around before realising it's coming from the phone.
I raise the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I say.
"I'm coming to pick you up."
"Who is this?" I ask.
"Blaine." He replies.
"Oh, right."
"I'm going to end the call now. Stay with your friends until I get there."
Blaine ends the call and I sit back down for a while before I decide to take a walk.
This walk was a bad idea, my feet hurt.
As I take a step I shake my foot to try and stop it from rubbing against my shoe. I end up stumbling and almost falling before somebody wraps their arms around me, effectively stopping me from crashing to the ground.
