QuirkyQuill
Pure Imagination
- Joined
- Oct 15, 2024
“What, the actual, hell?” Meg’s voice interrupted Marcus the minute her eyes caught sight of Rebecca sauntering to Adrian. She heard Marcus swear under his breath, loud enough only for her to hear. Her jaw dropped as Rebecca slid her arm through Adrian's, and she immediately turned to find Cassie. Without a word to Marcus she walked off, having caught sight of her retreating back.
Cassie managed to find an empty hole in a corner to crawl into. Well, not literally, but it felt like it. She'd grabbed a drink and tossed it back as Meg approached her. The other woman reached out and promptly took Cassie's glass from her.
“Yeah…” Meg said, drawing the word out as she handed it off to a passing server, “We're not going to do that again.” Turning back to Cassie, she reached up and placed her hands on either side of her friend’s face. “You saw her.”
“Oh, yeah. More than just saw. We ran into each other outside,” she said, her voice tinged with bitterness. Meg dropped her hands, crossing her arms across her chest.
“What did she say to you?”
Cassie’s eyes lifted to the ceiling as she recounted the brief conversation, inhaling deeply as she did so.
“Oh, you know, the usual reunion chatter. My life is pathetic and miserable because I never left Dogwood. She's here to retrieve her husband-”
“Ex.” Meg interjected, emphatically.
“Oh! I also orchestrated the whole Cassandrian thing.”
“Proof that woman doesn't know anything about you.” Meg sighed, reaching out and taking Cassie's hands. “Hey, look at me.”
Cass dropped her eyes to meet Meg’s. She knew she looked pathetic at the moment.
“You are a badass. She's trying to hit below the belt because she realizes she's done nothing with her life except play the role of a hot man’s arm candy, and she managed to screw that up.”
Cassie just shook her head, feeling deflated. “Bless it all, this is like college all over again.”
“No, it's not. He’s not going to get back together with her.”
Cassie gave Meg a sad smile. “I hope not, but he's always chosen her in the past.”
“But it's not the past. It's the present, and present Adrian knows that she's a snake.”
“Know what?” Cassie lifted her hands as if she were asking a question. “It actually doesn't matter. He’s a grown man. He gets to make his own decisions.”
Cassie’s phone started buzzing in her purse, and she reached down. A curious look crossed her face as David's name popped up.
“Hey, what's up?” Answering, her brows furrowed together as Meg gave her a questioning look.
“What's up is that I am picking you up at 3 a.m. and we are heading behind enemy lines.” David's voice rang out on the other end of the phone.
“Come again?” Reaching up, Cassie rubbed her temple.
“You must be way out of pocket, Nichols. Rumor is that the Cougars are announcing two major staff firings tomorrow morning at nine. Since it's a four hour drive, we need to get an early start since I assumed you would also want to be there.”
Cassie perked up, her eyes taking on a liveliness that hadn't been present moments before. She could always count on work.
“Absolutely. I’ll be ready to go.” As she hung up the phone, she grinned at Meg. “The Cougars are about to fire two of their coaches.”
Meg gasped, clapping her hands together in glee.
“We're so going to beat them this year.”
“Okay-” Cassie’s voice trailed off as Rebecca walked up to them, that viper smile on her face.
“Megan, so good to see you,” she said, her tone and expression conveying the exact opposite. “I would love to catch up, but I have to jet. Heading over to Adrian's for, well…you know.” She winked at Cass conspiratorially. With a wave of her fingers, she slunk off to the elevator. It didn't need to be true. She just needed them to believe it was.
Cassie felt her body stiffen at the implication, her jaw clenched. When Meg turned back to her from Rebecca's retreating back, Cassie just held up a hand and shook her head.
“Cass-”
“No.” Her voice came out resolute, her hand still up. “I need to get home and get some sleep. David is picking me up in seven hours.” Reaching inside her purse, she pulled out her keys, which Meg promptly took from her.
“Given that you rarely drink anything more than a little bit of wine, and you just threw back that shot with a force that would make any fraternity proud, I think I’ll do the driving.” Meg wrapped her arm around Cassie as they left.
*
Meg was up at the university early the next morning. She'd woken up to Cassie panicking via text messages because photos from the night before had stirred up a media storm. Adrian with Rebecca practically wrapped around him. Adrian looking stoic coming back in from the balcony. A cell phone photo of Cassie, standing in the corner of a room looking slightly distraught with Meg in front of her. The comments were flooding Cassie's social media feed to the point she had to stop opening it. Her creeper had sent several messages. After Meg managed to calm her down, she got ready for work and drove Cassie's car in.
Stepping into Adrian's office, she closed the door and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Have you lost your mind?”
Cassie managed to find an empty hole in a corner to crawl into. Well, not literally, but it felt like it. She'd grabbed a drink and tossed it back as Meg approached her. The other woman reached out and promptly took Cassie's glass from her.
“Yeah…” Meg said, drawing the word out as she handed it off to a passing server, “We're not going to do that again.” Turning back to Cassie, she reached up and placed her hands on either side of her friend’s face. “You saw her.”
“Oh, yeah. More than just saw. We ran into each other outside,” she said, her voice tinged with bitterness. Meg dropped her hands, crossing her arms across her chest.
“What did she say to you?”
Cassie’s eyes lifted to the ceiling as she recounted the brief conversation, inhaling deeply as she did so.
“Oh, you know, the usual reunion chatter. My life is pathetic and miserable because I never left Dogwood. She's here to retrieve her husband-”
“Ex.” Meg interjected, emphatically.
“Oh! I also orchestrated the whole Cassandrian thing.”
“Proof that woman doesn't know anything about you.” Meg sighed, reaching out and taking Cassie's hands. “Hey, look at me.”
Cass dropped her eyes to meet Meg’s. She knew she looked pathetic at the moment.
“You are a badass. She's trying to hit below the belt because she realizes she's done nothing with her life except play the role of a hot man’s arm candy, and she managed to screw that up.”
Cassie just shook her head, feeling deflated. “Bless it all, this is like college all over again.”
“No, it's not. He’s not going to get back together with her.”
Cassie gave Meg a sad smile. “I hope not, but he's always chosen her in the past.”
“But it's not the past. It's the present, and present Adrian knows that she's a snake.”
“Know what?” Cassie lifted her hands as if she were asking a question. “It actually doesn't matter. He’s a grown man. He gets to make his own decisions.”
Cassie’s phone started buzzing in her purse, and she reached down. A curious look crossed her face as David's name popped up.
“Hey, what's up?” Answering, her brows furrowed together as Meg gave her a questioning look.
“What's up is that I am picking you up at 3 a.m. and we are heading behind enemy lines.” David's voice rang out on the other end of the phone.
“Come again?” Reaching up, Cassie rubbed her temple.
“You must be way out of pocket, Nichols. Rumor is that the Cougars are announcing two major staff firings tomorrow morning at nine. Since it's a four hour drive, we need to get an early start since I assumed you would also want to be there.”
Cassie perked up, her eyes taking on a liveliness that hadn't been present moments before. She could always count on work.
“Absolutely. I’ll be ready to go.” As she hung up the phone, she grinned at Meg. “The Cougars are about to fire two of their coaches.”
Meg gasped, clapping her hands together in glee.
“We're so going to beat them this year.”
“Okay-” Cassie’s voice trailed off as Rebecca walked up to them, that viper smile on her face.
“Megan, so good to see you,” she said, her tone and expression conveying the exact opposite. “I would love to catch up, but I have to jet. Heading over to Adrian's for, well…you know.” She winked at Cass conspiratorially. With a wave of her fingers, she slunk off to the elevator. It didn't need to be true. She just needed them to believe it was.
Cassie felt her body stiffen at the implication, her jaw clenched. When Meg turned back to her from Rebecca's retreating back, Cassie just held up a hand and shook her head.
“Cass-”
“No.” Her voice came out resolute, her hand still up. “I need to get home and get some sleep. David is picking me up in seven hours.” Reaching inside her purse, she pulled out her keys, which Meg promptly took from her.
“Given that you rarely drink anything more than a little bit of wine, and you just threw back that shot with a force that would make any fraternity proud, I think I’ll do the driving.” Meg wrapped her arm around Cassie as they left.
*
Meg was up at the university early the next morning. She'd woken up to Cassie panicking via text messages because photos from the night before had stirred up a media storm. Adrian with Rebecca practically wrapped around him. Adrian looking stoic coming back in from the balcony. A cell phone photo of Cassie, standing in the corner of a room looking slightly distraught with Meg in front of her. The comments were flooding Cassie's social media feed to the point she had to stop opening it. Her creeper had sent several messages. After Meg managed to calm her down, she got ready for work and drove Cassie's car in.
Stepping into Adrian's office, she closed the door and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Have you lost your mind?”