Who Do I Choose?

Chapter 1- Cassie and Abby

“No! Absolutely not!” I say to my best friend, Cassandra Sanchez.

“Please! He’s really nice and he really likes you,” Cassie pleads. She was trying to get me to go on a date with some random dude like she always does. She’s been doing this since we got into high school four years ago. She would always say that seeing me as a senior without a boyfriend was heartbreaking. She could be so dramatic sometimes.

“Cassie, do you remember the last guy you set me up with?” I questioned her. Just last week I had gone on a date with Jared Pensky. He was a total creep. He just stared at my boobs the whole time. “You said he was really nice too. All he wanted to do was get in my pants!”

“This guy is way better! I promise!” Cassie said, “Please,” she said innocently. She gave me the puppy dog face thinking I would cave in. That was definetly not happening this time.

“Cassandra Abigail Sanchez, I am not going out with anyone else you pick for me,” I say closing my locker.

Her middle name being my first name was actually one of the reasons why we were best friends.

“Hi, can I sit here?” an 11 year old Cassie asked me.

“Yeah sure,’ I said.

It was lunch time and I was sitting alone as usual so I was happy to let her sit with me.

“I’m Cassandra but most people just call me Cassie,” she said introducing herself.

“I’m Abigail or Abby,” I say back.

Her eyes light up and a smile formed on her overly lip-glossed lips. “My middle name is Abigail!” she squealed, “Cassandra Abigail Sanchez.”

“Really? That’s so cool!,” I said sharing the same excitement. “But I’m sorry to say that my middle name isn’t Cassandra. It’s Taylor. Abigail Taylor Anderson.” I told her.

“Aww that’s too bad.”

“Yeah, but I think Cassandra Abigail sounds way better than Abigail Cassandra,” I told her. We both smile.

From then on we were best friends. Cassie and Abby. We were inseparable. No one ever asked for us separately anymore. It was always “Where’s Cassie and Abby?” or “Have you seen Cassie and Abby?”. And now six years later we were still best friends.

I smiled at the memory. I still have no clue why Cassie came and sat with me that day, but I am so glad that she did.

“Hello? Earth to Abby!” Cassie said snapping me back to reality.

“Sorry, I must have zoned out,” I apologized.

“So as I was saying, are you gonna go on a date with Brad?” she asked.

“No! And if you ask one more time, I will tell everyone that you had a boob job.”

She looked surprised. “ You wouldn’t.”

“You wanna ask me again and see?” I said challenging her.

“I hate you,” she said.

“I love you too, Cassie!” I say.

We burst into a fit a laughter. We both knew that I would never have the guts to tell people that.

“Why won’t you give him a chance? Oh I know why. It’s because of your stupid obsession with Chase Daniels.”

I hit her arm. “I am not obsessed with him! I just find him very attractive,” I told her.

Chase Daniels was one of the most popular if not the most popular boy at S. M. High. He was absolutely perfect. Green eyes,blonde hair, and very a muscular body. I hated myself for liking him. I was fucking walking cliché. A loser nerd in love with the most popular guy in school.

“Really? It’s not an obsession? When was the last time you thought about you and Chase’s wedding?” Cassie asked.

“Umm, not since last week,” I lied. I thought about it everyday.

It would be perfect. Our colors would be white and a blue-ish green to math my blue eyes and his green ones. Cassie would be the maid of honor, of course, and Samuel Lockhart, my other best friend, would be a groomsman. Every time I thought about it, I would get all girly and giggly which was definetly not the kind of person I was.

“Liar!” Cassie exclaims.

“Damn Cassie! How do you always know when I’m lying?”

“First of all when you lie, you start curling your hair around your finger,” she states as if it was common knowledge.

I looked at my hand and sure enough there it was in my hair. I didn’t even notice it! I look back at Cassie and she immediately started imitating me.

“Oh, I haven’t thought about our wedding since last week,” she said in a high pitched voice while twirling her hair around her finger dumbly.

I hit her arm again. “I do not sound like that!”

She laughed. “Sure you don’t. You still coming over later?” she asked. Sam and I were supposed to meet at Cassie’s house tonight to hang out.

“Of course,’ I said.

“Okie dokie! See you later!” she said. She walked off towards the door.

I left too. I needed to get ready to go to Cassie’s house. I was so happy to be going. I really needed a break.

And Cassie’s house was just the place to take one.

A/N: OK guys. This was the first chapter of Who Do I Choose?. Tell me what you think. I'm open to all advice and criticism (good or bad). So don't forget to comment! Thanks for reading!

-Lexi