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Splash
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Slap!“Augh, fu-““Your dive was too shallow, your streamline was inconsistent and your flip was sloppy. You were perfect the last time I came a couple of weeks ago. What happened Cass?”
Frustration was bubbling in the pit of Cassian’s gut as he climbed out of the pool. A sigh forcibly broke between his tightened lips and one of his hands pushed through his wet hair with the same care. A thousand and one reasons popped into his head at the posed question,
what happened?Fuck.
“A lot.” His voice was a low grumble, muffled by the towel he rubbed over his face and then vigorously against his dark locks. Cassian wasn’t one to get into his issues, especially not with another person, but the burning stare he felt on his back had his usually obstinate disposition melting away.
“Fine. Where do I begin?”“How about from the beginning, and make it quick we have 5 miles to run.”
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“I bet that asshole is already jumping into bed with the ' love of his life’.” The thick Australian accent was not without the tonnes of built up annoyance from arriving at his own apartment and seeing not a single trace of his
”best friend” there. Which wouldn’t usually be an issue, but Cassian was
really only attending this stupid party later because of Blake, or rather to avoid hearing the nagging from Blake.
But no that asshole jumped at the first chance to get his dick wet, and god knows if those two were even going to make it out tonight.
So despite being in a pisspour mood, a summons from his favorite redhead
(really the only one he knew), had him dressed for the night and promptly arriving at her sorority. Where he currently hid from her “sisters” in the safety of her room glowering up at the ceiling from his position laid out across her bed.
“Junie are you taking all that time getting ready to finally seduce lover boy? Or are you still playing the coy game?” In her walk-in closet, Juniper stood there, examining her thin frame, in front of her body mirror. Gingerly placing the chain of her long necklace down her chest, she smiled to herself in an impish manner. Her lips were covered with a matte
“naughty nude” and her deep blue eyes, which really didn’t need much, were enhanced with
mascara, white shimmer on her underlid, as well as her tear duct, and faint brown to pink undertones on her lid, giving her shape more definition. Overall, an elegant, soft glam look.
If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was dressing accordingly, where she could be both lady-like and sensual. Every situation required an outfit, especially if the situation had a goal she wanted to meet. Growing up surrounded by gorgeous, beautiful models, it was only natural Junie would pick up a thing or two, especially the art of being tantalizing, but not too much, where it was obvious she was trying to draw in someone. Where the eyes wonder but it still allowed enough mystery for the imagination. For the Great Bash, she would wear an outfit that was typical Junie
fashion. There was something about bohemian dresses that made her feel so
free and with such
light fabric, it wouldn’t take much for
someone to feel what it was covering.
Two can play the slut game, Jasper. Frankly, if it wasn't for her twin giving her a pep talk before Cass came barging into her room, running from the thirsty girls of Delta Nu, she probably would’ve continued to toy with her heart’s desire for another semester:
Short flashback. Starring Rosie Macmillan, played by @spooner
“So what is this party again?” Rosie asked stifling a yawn from the other side of the world. She was currently studying in London at the prestigious Central Saint Martin school of fashion but she would never turn down a facetime call from her sister, especially not when it was about an outfit crisis. “Is there a specific reason this particular outfit has to be *perfect*?” she prodded staring at her sister’s back as she looked at herself in the mirror. “I can’t imagine it has something to do about… dare I say a *man*?” she continued.
“Please.” Junie scoffed, as she turned around to show the tenth outfit she tried on within the last twenty minutes, “That’s just a bonus.” Approaching her phone, picking it up, she shook her head in annoyance, “The Great Bash is literally the most important party of the year! It’s where the stage is set, and can either make or break your rep for only-God-knows-how-long. As you can tell, I want to make a fan-fucking-tastic impression.” One, for her crush, and two, because her crush’s sister was a little bitch who didn’t seem to like her for no reason other than the influence Junie already had over her brother. They weren’t even dating yet.
“In that case you should wear that flowy one with the low cut. It’ll make him interested, I promise. Maybe keep the makeup light, focus on the hair… as you know it’s our best asset.” she said looking at herself in the minuscule screen in the corner of her phone fixing her own red hair. “But for real Junie... we both know there is something more! Our last name alone would get you your rep for the rest of your college career.” she huffed concentrating on her sister yet again. “With the important people at least!” Rosie shrugged “So spill, who is the guy?!”
Ah, her sister was insistent, as per usual. With her free hand, Junie grabbed a hold of the end of her ponytail and started tugging it, absentmindedly, before laughing, “You’re not going to let it go until I tell you, huh?” Her blue gaze met with that oh-so-fierce hawk glare that Rosie was known for, and after a moment of silence, to build the suspense, she admitted, “Well, you know I have a type.” Dark, brooding, and aggressively irritable. “So, anyways, you remember that model, Marie Delamer? She’s dead now. Tragic, I know. Ma did an article on her years ago. The one that married that neurologist? Yeah, well. I got my eyes set on their son. Tiberius. Ty, for short. He’s basically royalty here, alongside the Bonfamille family. Legacies are a big deal at Meadow, and I, obviously, got the hots for one. Aim high, right sister?”
"I'll say..." Rosie purred, obviously she had looked the guy up as soon as his name left her sister's lips. ""So how come it has taken you three years to bag him? I thought you wo-" she stopped mid sentence, a smile spreading across her pale face. "I get it... It's the hunt! And seeing as you haven't grown bored of him yet... it's not as easy as it usually is for you huh?" the signature Macmillan smirk could be seen on Rosie's face even through the grainy quality of the facetime call.
Right before Junie could say anything in response to her twin, she could hear a slam of her bedroom door from the closet, knowing very well who it was, and what he was running from. Playfully, she stuck out her tongue and gave a dismissing smile, knowing Rosie would be eagerly waiting for their call tomorrow morning, “The hunt is the most important time. I need to know he’s Mr. Right. Well, Kitty Girl, I’d love to stay and chat but I got a man to make mine. Kisses.” Puckering her lips, she blew a kiss to the phone lens.
"No don't go... I have to live vicariously through you! Everyone here is either gay or a brainless model!"
Click.
Unceremoniously, she hung up on her sister.Her twin truly knew her better than anyone and it honestly sucked that they went to two different schools. For what? So Rosie could find herself? God, sometimes it was awful being the most talented one out of her sisters. Being a Macmillan woman was challenging, yes, but ultimately rewarding. They held themselves to higher standards than the average rich girl, strategically built themselves up to be strong, beautiful, and smart, so they could stand alone, without their family name, though it would add to their family’s success regardless if they wanted it to or not, and lastly, they would be a force to be reckoned with — a presence worth remembering.
With Cassian’s complaining, Junie Baby rolled her eyes and exited her closet, finally, to showcase her bombshell physique and her complementary outfit.
“Cassi, honey. You know me so well.” A lady does not kiss and tell, so she’d leave it to her friend’s imagination on whether she was going to fuck with Ty, or fuck Ty. Slowly twirling in front of him, she gave an ‘innocent’ grin,
“How do I look?” She already knew the answer but he knew she liked her ego stroked, as she did for him.
A low whistle accompanied the redhead’s entrance as the now standing man took in the appearance of the boho chic outfit she showed off, twirling enough to get the hem of her dress to spin with her, hadn’t been any short he would have seen her ass. Looks like Blake wasn’t going to be his only friend getting some tonight,
so why was he going to this party again?Cassian’s usual composed mask was traded in for a comfortable smirk,
“Hot.” The response was simple at first as he made his way to the door of the room letting out a dramatic sigh,
“I’d fall in love with you if I didn’t already know how much of a hand full you are, Baby.” There was a playful lilt to his tone as the smirk melted into a smile almost entirely saved for Junie’s eyes only,
“Seems like Rosie talked some sense into you…” he nodded pursing his lips slightly as he twisted the knob on the door,
“So, how are we playing it tonight?” ╳╳╳╳╳╳╳
Without an ounce of doubt, Junie was playing for keeps. He should know better than to ask how they were playing ‘it’ tonight. She played to win. Without any losses, obviously. Give it your all, or don’t give it at all. Every action she made up until this point had precise intention, and sure, she was taking her sweet time with Ty, not like he was
difficult or anything, but she absolutely had to make sure things were
right. That he was
right. That there was no misstep and no mistake. Everything needed to be
perfect.
Tonight would be special, she could feel it in the air. There might be a chance her and Cass acted like they had something casual going on, she was always a little too friendly with him, to perhaps make a little someone jealous, but ultimately she didn’t want to hold her friend back from having a good time. If the night separated them, so be it. He needed to loosen up, relax, maybe find someone pretty to flirt with. He did seem a bit tense, maybe stressed about life or something, so the sooner he lost all inhibitions, the better.
As they walked through the woods, to get to Meadow Lake, Junie grabbed onto Cass’ arm to keep herself from tripping over a branch or rock or both. Her choice in heeled boots was not necessarily made for hiking. While they walked, she quickly went to check her phone, realizing that it had been left on silent their entire ride there. She smiled to herself when she read a message from Mona, her basically sister, saying she arrived. The message was sent nine minutes ago. Not too bad of a time difference. Once she sent quick emojis to her best friend — kissy face, lipstick, kitty paw — she put her phone back in her
white wicker minaudiere bag.
Aside from the trek, Junie’s eyes were still set on the prize,
“If Jasper tries to start something with me, you should definitely take care of that.” If not to take out yesterday’s trash, then to find an easy lay.
Cassian’s snort was followed by a chuckle as he helped the wobbly princess make her way through the rocky trail. Despite the flat bottoms of his sneakers giving him a more stable foundation, he still proceeded with caution lest he scuff his pristine shoes, or brush into something and stain his light wash jeans.
Being put together was practically coded in his DNA. Not that he particularly cared about the party, hell he’d much rather be getting a head start on his algorithm homework or studying his performance in his past swim meets. But with friends like his, and the “importance” of this party, coming was non-negotiable, and if he was coming, he was going to put the effort in.
“No promises there princess, I might find myself… preoccupied.” Cassian’s conspiratorial tone was paired with a playful wink. Before Junie had the opportunity to question him, it appeared.
The “Hawk’s Nest”, already bustling with bodies coming in and out of the front doors, people drinking and laughing on the lawn and the sounds of fast tempo club hits booming in the background.
The party inside was in full-swing as the pair entered behind a couple of other small groups. A low whistle sounded from Cassian at the sheer amount of alcohol that was stationed around the room filling up several different tables. A group of familiar faces hanging around one of those tables caught his eye, though specifically only one of the girls,
“Found your best friend.”When Cass pointed out
Jasper, and of course the others around her, Nate, and her actual best friend, Ramona, Junie rolled her eyes in disgust, but she knew before she could go prowling, and talk to the lone wolf by himself, she had to give her Sugar some love.
“Mm, what a delight.” She sarcastly grumbled.
Not one to waste time, she dismissed her friend, by leaving his side.
“Cassie, honey.” She looked up at him and gleamed, hoping he could find some fun tonight and forget all his worries,
“I’ll leave you to it.” With fire in her eyes, she let go of his arm and strutted toward the group, with a delicate smile plastered on her face. Giving all her attention first to the most important person there, Mona, she hurriedly crashed into her bestie from behind and gave her a kiss on the cheek,
“Hey girl heyyyy.” Quickly though, she whispered into her friend’s ear, as they embraced,
“I’d love to stay, but it’s time to get what’s mine.” Freeing Mona from her clutches, she brought her attention to the other two,
“Nate.” She batted her eyes sweetly and gave a respectable nod as her form of greeting, making sure there was just enough pause before she looked at Ty’s sister.
“Jasper.” After letting her gaze rest on the other girl’s face for a moment too long, she looked at the drink table behind them and eagerly giggled,
“Looks like that leaves the whiskey for me.” With a mission on her mind, she didn’t care to make conversation, Junie quickly grabbed the whiskey bottle on the back of the table and two cups. There was no need for ice; she was sure Ty would prefer it neat. The stronger, the better. Just like her daddy. Turning on her heel, her gorgeous red hair tossing in the air, Junie sauntered to the man she was so hopelessly craving, leaving some of her perfumed scent behind (it was a smell that danced between floral and fruity, extremely feminine and lady-like).
Approaching the man, standing by his lonesome self as far as she was concerned, even with the crowd growing bigger and bigger by the second, she beamed, her hands full with a bottle and two empty plastic cups,
“Hi stranger,” she eased her way in front of him, breaking the distance,
“Care for a drink? Perhaps, over there.” She gestured her head back outside, ideally hoping to go to the edge of the lake,
“Where it’s a little quieter.” Part of her wanted to drop the poise and lady act, showing her sister that getting Ty was not hard at all. Part of her wanted to offer her body right then and there, regardless of onlookers. But she knew, all good things come to those who wait. At least for now, while the party had yet to truly begin.
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