devils don't fly

@mollyok; cassidy molloy. nineteen. repeat senior.

[smatua]

Tell the truth: was it one of you playing drunkenly singing Taylor Swift at three in the morning?

[cassidymolloy]

Definitely not me. But I heard it too...

[wtfzander]

You’re just playing hard to get, that’s all. It’s okay to say you enjoy having me around.

[cassidymolloy]

Hard to get, huh? We can go with that. You do keep things interesting, I'll give you that.

[cassidymolloy]

Locks on Lockers || Noah & Cassidy

[wtfzander]

School was never really a drag for Noah; it was more like a social for him. He we was always that asshole in the back of class who wouldn’t stop talking to his friends, but no one really minded him much. And since the last huge stunt he pulled, he hasn’t been pulling any pranks or accomplishing any risky dares like he has before. It was more of the smaller, dumb things like turtling backpacks while his classmates were in the bathroom or messing with his teachers’ things while they were away. Safe to say, it wasn’t anything that sent him to the principals office, which he was happy of since he had more time on his hands to see people in between classes. 

After he left his second block, he met up with Jace and they decided to roam the hallways instead of actually going to lunch. That was until Noah’s eyes saw a certain blonde girl at her locker. He quickly ditched his friend and ignored the remarks coming from behind him, waving his hand dismissively in return. Licking his lips, he leaned against the lockers next to him and smirked at the girl in front of him. “Hey, babe,” he greeted, trying to be as smooth as possible. He noticed she wasn’t taking any of it today, but that didn’t bother him— he just followed in her direction. “What’s got you so down today?” he asked, easily catching up with her. “Is there any way I can get you in the mood?” he asked with a chuckle;

[cassidymolloy]

Although she never wanted to talk to people at school, Cassidy always appreciated Noah's attempts to. Not that she would ever tell him that though. "I'm pretty sure this is always my mood at school," she countered, trying to end the conversation even though she knew Noah wouldn't let it go. Heading for the double doors that lead to parking lot, she grimaced at his comment. "Gross. Is that all you think about?" she wondered aloud, pushing through the doors. "Oh wait, you're a sixteen-year-old boy, so of course that's all that's on your mind," she ranted, walking quickly across the lot. Playing the age card was the easiest thing to get Noah off his game, but it was pretty much the only card she could play. Sadly they had a lot in common from what she knew about the kid. The reckless and the rebel; what a pair.

Stopping at her '98 Honda Civic, she stared at him. There wasn't really anyway to get rid of him. She didn't want to be rude to him, but she also didn't really want to hang out with him. So as she threw her messenger bag into the back seat, she left it up to him. "I'm going to Jack-in-the-Box for lunch. Give me one good reason why I should let you come with me?" she asked, a smirk finding it's way onto her face. 

[wtfzander]

Have my words left you speechless again, baby girl?

[cassidymolloy]

They actually left me sort of nauseated, but we can go with speechless if you want.

[smatua]

Tell me how it works out. Some days I might need them, too.

[cassidymolloy]

I'd tell you, if I got them, but I think they're expensive. And it'd be hard to do normal stuff with 'em...But they say "Don't knock it, 'till you've tried it", right?

[smatua]

It’s actually a clever idea. If we lived in a more crime-ridden area, I would actually reconsider the trend.

[cassidymolloy]

Or if you just wanted to scared people away from talking to you. Maybe I do want freaky long claws after all. 

[wtfzander]

Who knows? All I know is that you don’t need them since you’re already hot.

[cassidymolloy]

Oh my god, Noah...

I don't even know what to say to you.

[smatua]

I’d actually be terrified to fight someone with nails like that. They could gouge straight through flesh if wielded properly.

[cassidymolloy]

Maybe that's why there so popular...everyone want to have a weapon right on their nails. 

[smatua]

I can’t say I’m a fan of the trend myself. They seem a bit dangerous to me.

[cassidymolloy]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'd poke my eye out. I guess they'd be useful in a fight though.

[cassidymolloy]

Why do girls get those really long, fake nails? I never understood that style.

[cassidymolloy]

that's some bullshit || task one

setting: tuesday, 10:15 am; school campus   

"tell me when you're done with baseball practice and i'll come back and pick you up ok?"

Both Andrew and Max went to a private school, while Cassidy when to public. She had purposely failed the intake exam—at the time still rebelling against her parents. So now she had to rush from her school to be sure to pick up Max on time, only to have to go back up there to get Andrew—with Max still in tow. 

"Who are you texting, Cassidy? Your baby daddy?" some loudmouth junior called from the front of the classroom, snickering to his friends. 

"No, I'm textin' my..." Cassidy paused, processing what he had said. "What did you say?" she asked, as if the question was venom dripping from her mouth.

"Your baby daddy. Heard you have a kid," He laughed, waving a big, dark colored book in the air. Cassidy was shocked, but didn't let it show.

"You must be gone in the head," she countered, returning her focus to her phone. Why would people say she had a kid? It's not like she was known for sleeping around. Thoughts swirled in her head as she stared at the screen. At least until the kid—whose name she was fairly sure was AJ—slammed the book he had been holding onto her desk. 

"Read it and weep, Cassidy," He replied, flipping the book open.

"Why don't ya just come off it, alright?" She said, rolling her eyes. She was about to shove the book off the desk, but she saw the page had on it. It was her yearbook picture printed out with plain printed text under it. 

Everyone knows Cassidy Molloy as the smartass in the back row of every classroom, but there might be more than meets the eye with this blondie. I saw child’s car seat in the backseat of her car, so she must be hiding a baby in her life. So is Cassidy a teen mom, or is she holding it for a friend?

Cassidy's breathing started to hitch. Max was only seven and was still too small to ride without a carseat. She drove picked him up from school and was mostly the one to take him places, so obviously she wanted her brother to safe. It was her brother's carseat. 

Around her picture, other people had scrawled extra comments:

No wonder she's repeating her senior year, a thick black sharpie commented.

I wonder who's the father?, curly cursive questioned.

I bet it's the guy that graduated last year that she hung out with, replied sloppy handwriting.

Fuming at people's ease to believe a stupid lie printed in a "burn book", she slammed the book shut and pushed it off her desk onto the floor. 

"Hey, hey! Don't you wanna read other's people's pages? It's in alphabetical order," he said picking it up off the floor. 

"As far as I'm concerned, AJ. That whole book is bullshit."

"Just some bullshit? Funny." Cassidy rolled her eyes at him, but she realized that all eyes where on her. She didn't mean to cause a scene, but she probably wasn't talking quietly. Some girls where whispering in the corner, judging her, while a couple of guys were just laughing at her. 

Mr. Wilkinson was just walking into the classroom as everyone made it back to their seats, but Cassidy was leaving. She didn't want to deal with this shit. She could hear the AJ's stupid voice, but couldn't make out what he was saying. She just had to get out of here. 

"Fuck off, yeah?" was all she could get out as she pushed past him. Mr. Wilkinson said something to her as she walked out of the classroom, but everything sounded echoey and she could only think about getting out of that stupid classroom. Pulling her messenger bag across her thin body, she walked down the hall ignoring the bell that was sounding.   

Walking out of the school, she headed for the parking lot. With shaky hands, she lit a marlboro light as her thoughts continued to swirl. No, she didn't have a kid. Well, yes, she did. He was her brother. Her parents were fucking killed less than a year ago and now she was caring for her two younger brothers with the slight help her of her aunt. Throwing her bag onto the parking lot's concrete, she contiuned to mentally fuming at whoever wrote that ridiculous book.

Cassidy didn't want a fucking pity party and wasn't going to tweet and instagram her information out into the world. It wasn't anyone's business what was happinging. If people cared enough to get to know her, they'd know. 

They'd know that she didn't miss the last three months of her senior year because she was hiding a growing belly, but because she was burying her parents in their home country. They'd know that she wasn't cleaning up her act because she was a teen mom, but because she was on babysitting duty around the clock. They'd know that the carseat in her run down Honda Civic was her baby brother's, not her own child's. They'd know that her life wasn't a fucking walk in the park. They'd know that if they cared for half second about something other than themselves. 

Slowly sliding down the side of someone's car, she pulled her knees up to her chin. And for the first time since her parents' funeral, she cried.  

[cassidymolloy]

Locks on Lockers || Noah & Cassidy

The worst part about having to retake her senior year was probably economics. It was like math meets history meets money. Cassidy was not very good with any of those things. Most people thought she had an unfair advantage since it was her second time taking it, but unfortunately that would only apply if she actually showed up the first time around.  Thankfully, the bell for lunch released her from her agony.   

Dragging herself to her locker, she shoved her economics book into her locker and ran her fingers over her notebooks. Like almost all of her classes, she dreaded her next class: chemistry. Pulling out the red notebook, she started to shut her locker. That was until she saw Noah Alder and Jace Levine walking down the hallway. Hiding her head in her locker, she hoped that they would both pass and Noah wouldn't drop by to make his normal comments. Cassidy wasn't in the mood to put up with Noah's pick up lines today. Hiding her face with her the locker, Cassidy could only pray that Noah didn't noticed her—although she was fairly sure he knew that this was her locker. 

To her annoyance, Noah leaned himself up against the locker on her left, unshielded side. "I'm not in the mood today, Noah," she said bitterly, shutting her locker and walking in the other direction. 

[wtfzander]

Like what? I’m curious and you’re not giving me a straightforward answer.

[cassidymolloy]

Well, why are you asking so many questions? I'm trying to be nice, but it's starting to get to me.

[wtfzander]

Yeah? And what’s taking up all your time, babe?

[cassidymolloy]

I'm a busy bee, Noah! I'm doing lots of things.

[wtfzander]

Just because I’m too young for you? That’s a shit answer, honestly.

[cassidymolloy]

Well, I think it's a great one. I'm also not interested in having a boyfriend right now. I just don't have the time. 

[wtfzander]

Do you think it’s weird because of the things people might say about us?

[cassidymolloy]

I think it's weird because it is weird. People would says lots of things...but we don't need to worry about that because it's not happening. 

[wtfzander]

Three years isn’t that bad, Cass, and you know that.

[cassidymolloy]

But when you're a sophomore and I'm a repeating senior...it's a bit weird.