"You wound me, Cassie. I'm not deliberately trying to humiliate him..." Cassie took a step closer, her expression intense. "Then what exactly are you doing?" she pressed, her eyes searching Jackie's face. Jackie's smirk widened as she locked eyes with Cassie, her tone dripping with nonchalance. "Alright, fine, I admit it. I just can't stand that guy, and I wanted to see him squirm. What's the harm in that, anyway?" Her words carried a hint of defiance, challenging Cassie to argue against her motive. Jackie paused her makeup touch-up, her eyes narrowing as she focused on Cassie. "Okay, seriously, spill it. What's your angle here? You're not into revenge or humiliation like I am. So what's your game?" Her tone was sharp, revealing her curiosity and suspicion as she pressed Cassie for an explanation. Cassie's smirk deepened as she regarded Jackie, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She didn't respond immediately, relishing the opportunity to keep Jackie in suspense. Retrieving
"You've got me, Jackie. There is something else." Her admission piqued Jackie's interest, prompting her to lean in closer, awaiting Cassie's revelation. Cassie leaned back against the plush chair in the ladies' room of the restaurant, a sly smile playing on her lips. "You know, Jackie," she said, chuckling softly, "I don't actually want Caleb to be my real boyfriend." Jackie raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as she adjusted her makeup in the mirror. "Then what's the deal, Cassie? Why string him along?" Cassie tilted her head, her eyes glinting mischievously. "It's simple. I want him to think he's my boyfriend. It keeps him around, which is exactly what I need to help me get rid of....." Jackie turned to face her, intrigued. "Rid of what?" Cassie tilted her head, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Get rid of the that sleazy Fred. He keeps harassing me in college, wanting a date. Everywhere I turn, he's there. It's really driving me insane. Flowers, messages, gifts-not that I mind
Jackie watched silently as Cassie stood in front of the mirror, her brows furrowed in concentration. She couldn't quite understand her cousin's way of thinking. If a man like Fred were pursuing her, Jackie would have eagerly accepted his advances without a second thought. After all, in Jackie's mind, money was essential in this life, not the attractiveness of the person pursuing you. Until now, Cassie had shared the same mindset. But for some reason, Cassie was acting strangely. Jackie couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion as she observed her cousin's determined expression reflected in the mirror. There was something different about Cassie's demeanor, something that made Jackie question her motives. As she watched Cassie, Jackie couldn't help but wonder what had caused this sudden shift in her cousin's perspective. Cassie picked up her bag, her expression serious as she turned to face Jackie. "Listen, Jackie," she said firmly, "don't say a word to Caleb about my pla
Three waiters approached the table, each carrying a tray laden with plates of delicious food. With practiced precision, they arranged themselves around the table, ready to serve the guests. The head waiter took charge, directing the others as they began to set down the food with professional grace. With a flourish, he placed a steaming dish of pasta in the center of the table, followed by a platter of succulent grilled chicken. As he worked, the aromas of the freshly prepared dishes filled the air, tantalizing the senses of everyone at the table. With a final touch, the head waiter stepped back, surveying his handiwork with satisfaction. The table was now adorned with an array of culinary delights, ready to be enjoyed by the guests. The boys glanced at the spread of food in front of them, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement as they took in the abundance of dishes. Jake was the first to break the silence, his tone incredulous. "Holy crap! There's enough food here to
Caleb sighed and stood up. "I'll go check on them. I'm sure they're just chatting and lost track of time." As he walked away, Jake couldn't resist making a joke. "You know how girls are with bathrooms," he quipped, grinning. "It's like their own personal conference room in there. They probably turned it into a social hour, catching up on every little detail." Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, it's like a whole other world in there. You'd think they were planning a summit or something." Jake's grin faded slightly, his expression turning more serious. "Tommy, I know Jackie's your girlfriend and all, but I really hope they didn’t ditch us with this enormous bill. That would be a pretty low blow." Tommy sighed, his concern evident. "I know, man. Jackie can be unpredictable, but I don't think she’d do something like that... at least, I hope not." Both of them fell silent for a moment, the weight of their worry hanging in the air. They silently prayed that Caleb would retu
The woman sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. "I don't want his apology, darling," she snapped, her tone dripping with disdain. "His apology isn't going to fix my new dress. The new dress you bought me." Her voice wavered, betraying a hint of wounded pride. "This loser may not have hurt me physically, but I'm injured emotionally," she whined, her words laced with self-pity. "He must be either blind or completely stupid not to see me standing right in front of him before he crashed into me," she snapped, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Caleb. Then, her expression shifted to one of horror and disgust. "Oh my God, did he do it on purpose just to touch me?" she exclaimed, placing a hand on her chest in feigned shock. Caleb's eyes flashed with indignation. "That's ridiculous, ehy would i want to touch you, you'renothing special" he said sharply, his voice steady. The woman gasped, and the fat man glared. "I would never do something like that on purpose. It was an acc
Caleb felt a surge of anger, but he kept his composure. "Look, Harrold," he replied evenly, "I'm not here to discuss my financial status with you. It's rather pitiful that someone who knows what it's like to be bullied would resort to bullying others. I don't have time to waste chatting with someone who hasn't outgrown his childish ways." Harrold's face flushed with indignation, his brows furrowing deeply. He scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Harrold's face flushed with indignation, his brows knitting together in a deep frown. He scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm and anger. "Oh, so now you're some kind of moral authority on bullying, Caleb? Spare me your sanctimonious lecture. It's laughable coming from you," he spat out. "And as for my girlfriend, you literally pushed her to the floor. Don't lecture me about bullying when you're clearly the one being a bully. She deserves a sincere apology. You can't just brush off what happened and walk away. So before you
Kenneth and Tracy lounged back in their seats, exchanging knowing smirks as they observed Caleb's tense exchange with the man and woman. They often witnessed Caleb being put in such an uncomfortable position, and secretly, they relished seeing him squirm and struggle to maintain his composure. Tracy leaned towards Kenneth, a smirk playing on her lips as she whispered, "Looks like Caleb's in for another dose of humility today." Kenneth chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "He always manages to find himself in these situations, doesn't he?" he replied, his eyes glinting with amusement. They continued to watch with keen interest, thoroughly entertained by the unfolding drama before them. Tracy sat at the table, her initial anger at Caleb for forgetting her so easily still simmering just beneath the surface. She had planned to confront him and embarrass him right there, ready to expose him as the thief of the college. But as she prepared to make her move, Kenneth intervened just i