《Enemies to lovers (Cassandra x Reader) (Pico's School)》Mysterious meet-up?
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Recap on previous part, after the fire alarm incident, Y/N and Darnell made a plan to get Nene and Pico get along again since they've gotten into an argument a day back before Y/N had entered the school. Yet they don't know what's coming next.
———————————Y/N POV———————————
I walked into class, same as usual. Pico was in the same spot and sadly, Cassandra as well. Though today, she looked like she was smiling a bit at me? Like, an evil smirk or something like that. Pico didn't notice, he was writing some notes down.
I sat down and tried to avoid Cassandra, but there was a paper ball that hit my head from behind. I knew exactly who threw it at me. I turned around and was about to say something until I saw Cassandra leaning on the desk close to my face and said, "Read it."
I quickly turned around blushing a bit from how close she was and just opened the paper ball. It had a sentence saying 'Meet me outside at 1:25. Don't ask any questions until we're outside, and if you tell anyone about this or bring anyone with you, I will just have to kill you.'
I read it a couple of times to see if I read it right and yep. It's exactly what it said. I had tons of questions already going through my head, but I couldn't ask her now.
Time went past, I met up with Darnell and Nene at a specific time hour, but Pico was in the restroom, so I couldn't talk to him. Especially not around Nene, since I'm sure he wouldn't want to be there when she's around.
It was almost gonna be 1:25 so I started heading outside. Though, on the note she didn't say where outside, so I just decided to look around the outside school areas.
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I came behind the school and saw her listening to some music. I was about to tap her on the shoulder to let her know I was here, but she said, "I know you're here, y/n."
That made me flinch a little.
"Hey, Cassandra. Why did you ask me to come here?" I asked. She just smiled and said, "I know your plans. And what I mean by plans I mean by party."
How could she know about the party? I'm sure I only told Darnell about it. She must have also been there.
"Oh uhm, yeah. You heard?"
"Duh, I heard everything. It sounds dumb to me." Cassandra said as she stopped smiling and looked at me.
"I want you to invite me to that party you're having." She said sounding serious. "Wait what? Why?" I asked her. She looked away and just said, "Dunno, I was part of that situation as well, I should come too."
I didn't know what she was up to, but I didn't want to know what would happen if I said no.
"Look," She continued. "I just thought it would be nice to adjust the party a bit. Literally, I bet you both won't know what to when they get there."
She had a point, we hadn't planned out much, and we had already told them the party was today at 7 pm.
"Alright, you can come. But please, try to be nice." I told her. The only response I got from her was an eye roll.
"I'm gonna go now, but you're walking me to the party area after school." Cassandra said as she walked away.
I sighed and went back inside the school.
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