The blonde hair of Cassie was swinging perfectly, walking along the corridors, she was alone, weird thing. She was wearing a pink knitted sweater, her hair slightly curled, she looked beautiful.

Although for you that term was an understatement. After some searches at the web, you got your conclusion: Flawless, means without any imperfections.

Your mind went back to two days ago, when she finally accepted a dinner with you. She probably noticed your pathetic attempts of get closer to her and you caught her attention or she had nothing to do that night.

Whatever the option was, you went for dinner. Italian restaurant, you made the reservation and pay all. As it should be. Cassie noticed that you were nervous, she did it since you picked her up, you delayed opening the door, because you clicked the wrong button, three times.

The conversation you two held throughout the night was actually enjoyable, you two had things in common, you liked the same music and movies and, hell, you two live awfully close. By the end of the evening, the blonde had found you not entirely bored. Ah, God, who is she fooling? She loved you. You were subtle, funny and seemingly without an ounce of aggressiveness. But she wouldn't admit it-

The way to her house was filled of your laughs, you quickly walked out the car when you arrived. You walked to get a closer look, of her. She spoke first. "So... it was fun" Her blue eyes were shinning more than ever. You didn't even got the chance to reply, you suddenly felt her lips locked on yours. And after that, no sign of her No texts, no calls, ignoring you at high school.

"Cassie!" You called out to her, moving your hand so she could see you. She moved her head and when she saw you, she moved her gaze. You frown with a smile, jogging to her "Earth to Cassie, I repeat Earth to..."

"What do you want, {{user}}?" She replied harshly, her eyes now locked on yours. "I didn't message you. I thought I made myself clear"

In what way, exactly?