• Hello, my names Cassandra Eve and I'm a social reject. Well, thats what I want to say, but it's not completely true. I mean people talk to me and what not, andmy classmates don't avoid me like the black plague and I don't sit by myself at lunch and recount the tites everyday to make sure I didn'tlose count. I have friends. Three infact.

    Anyway, I'm more of a drifter. Just kinda there, you know? The girl everyone kinda knows, but can only say things like "Oh, her? Yeah she's nice" or "She's in my Bio class next hour." I'm more of that girl.
    Which is weird, considering who my twin is. Yes, I'm a twin, and no my twin isn't the evil step sister type. He's not even a girl at all, though he acts more like one then I do most of the time. (No, he's not gay....As far as I know). Since I'm not going to call him twin through this whole thing, that would be rude, so let me tell you just abit about Hevrey.

    Unlike me, my brother is the social king. Everyone knows him, everyone loves him. Unless it's one of his few ex's. Anyway, when being a social god it also means that you're a god at some kinda sport. In Hevrey's case it would be football.

    So being the god of the football team's twin sister means having to deal with sweaty, disguising guys at my house most of the time. That being said,my fear of dating was made possible because of them. If you heard even half of what these guy's talk about or did you'd be scared to even make eye contact, let alone a relationship with one.

    Needless to say, my dating life is zip. And it's not because I'm not pretty. I am (Or so people tell me). I'm a ginger and green-eyed, my legs are strong mainly because I run with Hevrey every morning. I have a slim waisteline. But when it comes to chest size, Iam barely above flat chested.

    Enough with the introductions, let me tell you how this little fascination of mine got started. I remember it clearly, I mean it's not everyday that you meet a guy who makes your knee's weak, while wearing a holey tank-top and some of your brother's old work out shorts.

    I had just rolled out of bed and put my hair into a bun, err, what was suppost to be a bun. Before my stomach went on high cereal alert.
    As I made my way down the stairs, managing not to fall flat on my face. I'm still half asleep or I was until I saw what..who was standing in the middle of my kitchen.

    He seemed lost in thought and I had a chance to give him a once-over before he saw me. He was a little under six feet (Just guessing here). He had thick blande hair that fell into his face almost hiding his eyes. He was tan, but not super ta, like that orangey color that almost makes people look like baked turkeys. Back to what I was saying, his lips were also sharply sculpted.
    When he finally looked up, I saw his eyes were a dark blue and the whites were incredibly white. He did alittle jump when he saw me standing there. ( Personally I would too, I looked like a crazy lady and I even had the hair for it.) "Oh." He breathed before showing off an amazing pearly white smile. "Hi."

    "Hey" I shot over my shoulder as I made my way to the cabinet.
    "Your...Cassendre?"
    "Cassandra" I sucked in a breath as I unearthed the box of lucky charms.
    "Oh, sorry."
    "It's fine." Now where was that bowl?
    "Umm, your brother went" he shifted his weight from his left foot to his right. "honestly I don't know where he went."
    "Yeah, he's all over the place most of the time. Your the new guy, right?" I put the cereal back up.
    "I've been talked about"?

    "Not really," I turned with my bowl of cereal in hand and started to walk to the table. "So whats your name-" Before I could finish my legs buckled and I kinda half fell, half flung myself backwards. Sending cereal and milk everywhere. I shut my eyes tight and heard a loud laugh fill the room. When I reopened them their was a hand reached out for me.

    "My names Jace," He chuckled as he helped me up. Bits of cereal and milk ran down my front and hair.

    So much for first impressions.