Hey guys! Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I think I might have deviated away from Cassidy's personality, but in my mind, this is what happens to her when she reaches that turning point in her life where she doesn't know how to feel. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter! This is the last chapter, sadly. It's only supposed to be a short fic.. but I'm working on lot of other stories. Thank you for your support everyone!
-Estelle
I hate Becca Chadwick's smug expression. I hate Darcy Hawthorne's teasing remarks. I hate the grown-ups' knowing smiles. I hate Simon Berkeley... he's SUPPOSED to be the nice one...
"Nice of you two to join us." Darcy smiles. I snort. I might have spent the night in Tristan's room because I'm afraid of thunderstorms (for a valid reason). But I am still the same Cassidy Sloane.
"Shut up." I reply, "That's a lot coming from the guy who didn't stand up for Emma with the whole Rupert Loomis thing last year because he was afraid of Annabelle Fairfax."
Annabelle burst out laughing, even though I could hear a kind-of edge of guilt in her voice. Darcy flushed, but didn't reply. How could he? I was right. I give him my that's-what-happens-when-you-get-on-my-nerves look.
"What?!" Stewart chokes on hismilk, "He was afraid of her?!"
"Wow, Darcy..." Emma giggles, "You are such a brave, kind, LOYAL brother..."
I give him a triumphant smile, to which he replies, "I will SO get you back for that, Sloane."
"Bring it on, Hawthorne."
"I will. You're afraid of thunderstorms, Sloane, thunderstorms." He says smugly. Ouch. Kind of a sore subject...
"I- um..." Great. I have nothing to say o that. Then I grin, "And you're afraid of Annabelle."
"I thought we finished with that!"
"I thought we finished with the thunderstorms."
Darcy stuck out his tongue at me, while the rest of the table tittered.
"You guys make me dizzy." Tristan said in an irritated voice.
"Do we?" I say in fake sorrow, grinning to myself.
"Yup."
"Deal with it, Mr. Fancypants."
Wow, I haven't called him that in a while. The table erupted with laughter as Tristan whined ,"So I'm the bad guy now?"
I smiled. To think I'd been so worried about what I would say after everyone saw me in his room. I mean, come on. They were all friends, and if they teased, I would tease right back.
"Let's go shopping today." Megan piped up randomly. I groaned.
"No." I said flatly, "No shopping."
Sophie was looking out the window, " Great idea, Megan, but how do we go? Il n'est pas encore coulée, nous ne pouvons aller. It's still pouring."
"Oh yeah. I'm sorry, I've been having designers block..."
I snort, and we all finish the rest of our breakfast in silence.
1 hour later.
"Oh. my. Gosh." Jess deadpanned, standing near the window.
We all run up next to her, trying not to make noise. Mrs. Berkeley is on the phone.
"Look! The rain stopped. Not a drop is still coming down!" Jess exclaimed. We all stared.
Turning on the weather channel, I could hear the man's shocked "That's correct, ladies and gentlemen! Stopped. Stopped, I tell you. Now, THIS, is a weather miracle!"
Mrs. Berkeley got off the phone, "Our plane leaves tomorrow night, just like the rain date was planned." she announces
The collective sight went up. Might as well enjoy the last day with them here...
The next day, night.
"I'll miss you." I said softly. Tristan and I were in his room, minutes before he would head to the airport, away from sight. Away from me.
"I'll miss you too. But we'll keep in touch. And I have something to tell you."
"Yeah?"
"I'll be seeing you a lot more often than you think." he said simply
"What?"
He gave me a quick, but soft and loving kiss. I returned it, and we went down to meet the others.
The farewell was pretty emotional between everyone. Sophie and Annabelle, Megan and Simon.. (I manged to act normal.)
Just before Tristan got into the car, he placed a piece of paper into my hands. Then said quietly, "See you soon, Cass."
We all waved like crazy as the car drove away from sight. Going, going, gone...
As everyone walked inside, I look down at the paper he gave me. My face lit up, and I felt my heart glow with happiness. Oh My Gosh! I can't believe he kept this a secret. Oh my gosh...I can't...
My face lowed as I read the heading on an official- looking piece of paper, and then the seventh name on the list of 30.
UNIVERSITY OF BOSTON, CLASS OF 2013
1. Riley McCain
2. Jenny Clark
3. Camilla Barns
4. Jake Russel
5. Jacob Johansen
6. Gary Fin
7. Tristan Berkeley
I didn't care about the rest of the list. I'll see him soon.