Happy Ending? I Think Not - Chapter 2

Cassandra adjusts her hair and looks around making sure that no one is listening to what she's listening to. Come on, she's got a reputation to maintain. She looks for administration and decides to do something that a girl in that position wouldn't normally do. She knocks on the door of the closet. It gets a little too quiet. She knocks once more and moves farther and the door props open. She finds two freshmen making out and they look flustered. She laughs to herself, "Mateo would never do that to me. He loves me." First block went by pretty fast. She spent that time doing her nails and checking her Facebook. She doesn't need school. She's going to be a fashion editor at Vogue. Last time she checked, they don't need to be intelligent.

Attending an elite high school should be enough to crave the attention of high fashion magazines. She has a whole plan set up. She's going to work at the local magazine then try interning at Teen Vogue and then bigger and better things, Vogue. It doesn't matter anyway, Mateo is going to be rich and successful. Enough to sustain a marriage and kids, and obviously a very nice house. Cassandra Forment's daddy will never settle for less. Her father is a very rich man, he owns a restaurant downtown. Recently, Paris Hilton tweeted that restaurant. He's also investing and other stuff.

It was lunch and Cassandra is stuck at her locker. "Damn it, why won't it open." She looks around to make sure that no one is looking in her direction to see her struggling at this simple maneuver. "Come on, you'll open now." She tries her combination again and it doesn't open. "Hey Cass, why are you looking frustrated?" "No reason, I've got to go to the office, need to get my transcript." She touches her Pandora charms and walks the hallway with confidence. Who would touch her locker and mess it up?

The office was empty, as always. "Excuse me? I cannot open my locker. I need to make sure that my combination and locker number is correct." She laughs at the thought that she's trying to open the wrong locker. "Cassandra Forment, locker number 1107 combination, 33-01-21." Cassandra looks at her and smiles, "Thank you. Have a wonderful evening." The women looked confused, it was only noon. The thing is, someone changed Cassandra's locker number and combination. Moved her right next to the... boys bathroom.

She looked devastated as she was able to smell everything coming from that disgusting bathroom. She sees a text. "Babe where are you? Someone is here waiting for you. Her name is Vanessa. Vanessa Clearwater." Those two words, Vanessa Clearwater, made her heart race faster than the speed of light.

What's wrong Cassandra, has your past come back to haunt you?

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