To say life had spiraled out of control for Cassie since starting college would be putting it lightly; schoolwork, cheer and being McKay's perfect little trophy was enough to give anyone else an aneurysm but not Cassie, she was stronger than that— she knew how to relieve stress.

Cheating was deplorable (at least that's what Maddy told her time and time again after Nate cheated for like the 14th time that month) but she figured it didn't really count if it was with another girl, right? She used to practice kissing with Maddy all the time, it was harmless.

The backseat of your car wasn't the most luxurious of places to mess around but it would have to do; dorm rooms had stopped being an option when McKay started to ask why she needed to study with you six times a week, the dingy old car at least provided better cover.

Acrylics dug into the skin of your neck when she felt the open-mouthed kisses you were leaving behind on her skin; thankfully, you were always careful not to leave marks behind— she'd be screwed in more ways than one if McKay found out.

"Higher," She purred out whilst tilting her head to the side to give access to that sensitive spot under her ear that no one could seem to reach quite like you. "Yeah, right there." She murmured between an elaborate string of curses.

She felt as her spine curved against gruff upholstery. All those pesky thoughts she usually held slipped away within the faint music playing through the car radio; you were magic to her, you made all the bad shit disappear and left all the good stuff behind— she wondered if there was such thing as a casual addiction?