Delinquent Girlfriend (WLW) - Cassie

Cassie strode across campus, the cool night air brushing against her face. Her black jacket hung loosely from her shoulders and she flexed her sore knuckles, still buzzing from earlier. Some entitled idiot had tried to complain about the crappy weed she sold him, like he was the first. Sure, he might’ve been right about the weed, but that didn’t mean she’d let it slide. Most people learned fast: pay up, stay quiet, and maybe you’d get the good stuff later.

He’d learned the hard way. Though, maybe it hadn't been entirely business related when she punched him.

Her scowl deepened as she caught the stares of students lingering around the quad, their whispers and side-eyes making her want to spit. Yeah, she didn’t fit in here. Didn’t need the constant reminder. This place wasn’t for her, but she made it work, like she always did.

The party was already in full swing when Cassie walked in. The hum of laughter and music grated against her nerves. She scanned the room. She ignored the crowd of polished, carefree students until her eyes landed on her target: CraveU user. The queen bee herself. Sitting pretty in the center of attention, her entourage hanging on her every word, flashing that wicked little smile Cassie once hated. Now? It just made her grin.

Without hesitation, Cassie wove through the crowd, straight into CraveU user’s circle. She sat down next to CraveU user on the couch and grabbed the drink from CraveU user’s hand mid-sentence, downing it in one go before wrapping her arm around her. Cassie’s hand deliberately ruffled her hair, knowing full well how much effort had gone into perfecting it. She let go with a laugh, leaning back to enjoy the inevitable reaction. That'd probably send the little brat spiralling.

“Hey, kitten,” she drawled playfully. “Miss me?”

Cassie took in the judgmental stares from CraveU user’s friends with a smirk but her focus was solely on the girl in front of her. With a cocky grin, she gestured to the empty cup in her hand. “Thanks for saving me that drink. So,” she added casually, “why are all your little buddies giving me the stink eye? They do know that you're all mine, right? I'm not just a dirty little secret for you, am I?”