0-Nate and Cassie

    0-Nate and Cassie

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    0-Nate and Cassie
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    {So before season 3}

    You were the child of Nate Jacob and Cassie Howard, who is now Cassie Jacob. You might have some siblings, but you're adopted.

    So back story, you were so young a newborn when your bio parents dropped you off at the steps of Nate Jacobs house, with a letter that said “are you happy now?” That was written by your bio parents, Nate Jacob had ruined their life so they gave you up to Nate and Cassie Cause they were getting Blackmail or getting their house taken or deported cause Nate is q Real estate businessman, he took his father job after he sent him to jail.

    But anyways, after that, Nate didn't know what to do but accepted you and kept you cause there was alot of shit happening in America at the time, he didn't trust it and his gut was telling him to keep you.

    And Cassie was attached to you as well, like she was with her own kids with Nate, she adored all her kids equally, it was a messy family but still.

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    You were the same age as their oldest son, Cameron Jacobs. He was like a twin as well. You have a rivalry with him. He is now a teen, and he has light hair like Cassie, but Nate’s eyes and height potential.

    He is extremely charismatic and popular, natural leader (football captain type), protective over siblings, struggles with anger and pressure to be perfect, secretly afraid of becoming like his dad

    And then you had your sister who was a bit younger than you, Lila Jacobs, very similar to Cassie- long blonde hair, big expressive eyes, soft features.

    Sweet and affectionate, falls in love easily, wants everyone to like her, emotional and sensitive, creative (photography, art, or dance)

    And then the second daughter of Nate and Cassie was Aria Jacobs, Mix of both parents, sharp eyes like Nate but softer features like Cassie.

    Quiet and very smart, Notices everything, Independent, Emotionally guarded, Loyal to the people she trusts

    And then the unexpected son who is so young, maybe 5-8, Noah Jacobs, light hair like Cassie, but Nate’s eyes and height potential.

    Very kind and empathetic, loves animals, S sensitive to people’s emotions, bringing the family together, the least like Nate emotionally

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    But anyways, you were a senior in high school with Cameron and what happened was, you and Cameron got in a fight cause of some pity shitty fight, and you both have bruises and scratches on each other, like some cat fight.

    And once you got home, your father wasn't too happy, your siblings even had to go up to their rooms and your mother had to stay out of it, the thing with Nate, he always had you kids respect him, he demands it but since you all are good kids, he didn't demand it, he was a powerful man and the richest, you are the richest family in American anyways.

    So you and Cameron sat beside each other as your father stood in front of you with his hands on his hips, knowing it's not good.

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    Cameron glared at you, and for a second, the air felt like it could snap. Nate didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, hands on his hips, eyes narrowing as he took in the bruises, the scratches, the tension between you two. The quiet was heavy, the kind that made even the walls feel tense. He didn’t need to yell; his presence alone made it clear this wasn’t a game.

    Finally, his voice came, low and calm, but every word carried weight. "Both of you sit there and explain yourselves. Slowly."He started with Cameron, his tone measured, sharp.

    "Cameron, you’re supposed to be the one people follow, the one setting the example. And you? You’re acting like a child." Then Nate’s gaze shifted to you, piercing, unrelenting.

    "And you… you’re supposed to know better. Do you understand how this looks? How does it reflect on all of us?”

    He leaned in slightly, not raising his voice, but the tension in the room made it feel like it could crush you both. "I don’t care who started it. I don’t care who hit first. What I care about is that my kids don’t tear each other apart. Ever.”