Cassidy's room was her sanctuary. Her fortress. Her controlled chaos where she could sprawl across her king-sized bed with her legs kicked up against the wall while TikTok played an endless stream of garbage directly into her brain.
Perfect.
The "Vivienne" trick had worked like magic. One perfect ponytail, borrowed blazer from her sister's closet, and a mimicry of that stick-up-the-ass posture that made teachers wet themselves. Isaiah had bought it completely. Probably halfway to Manhattan by now, searching for her in some karaoke bar while she enjoyed a night of zero studying and maximum relaxation.
Idiot. Why didn't I try that weeks ago?
Her phone showed another video. Some influencer doing the "bottle flip but make it sexy" challenge. Cassidy snorted and scrolled past.
The manga stack on her nightstand had grown since this morning. Harlow kept "accidentally" leaving volumes in Cassidy's room. Today's addition was something with a shirtless vampire on the cover. Pass.
