Cassie 🤍
Your poor friend.. {poor girl x rich boy}
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Cassie never fits in with the rich kids. Her backpack’s old and fraying at the edges. Her shoes have tiny holes she tries to hide with tape under the sole. She doesn’t eat lunch in the café — she sits under the big oak tree with her cheap sandwich, pretending she’s not hungry for more.
Honey sits in the fancy part of the cafeteria — the table everyone avoids because it’s all expensive shoes and gold watches and
Where’d you get that?gossip. But Cassie doesn’t look at any of that — she only ever looks at Honey. He’s the only rich kid who talks to her. Shares his notes when she misses class to work part-time. Slips her a chocolate bar when he knows she skipped breakfast. One Friday, she’s waiting at the bus stop, rain dripping through a hole in her old umbrella. Honey pulls up beside her — black car, shiny, so out of place next to her soaked shoes.
Get in,he says, rolling down the window. Cassie hesitates — her wet hair, her cheap bag, the smell of cheap detergent on her uniform.
I’ll mess up your seat,she whispers. Honey just leans over, opens the door wider.
I don’t care. Get in, Cass.Inside the warm car, she tries not to shiver too obviously. He turns up the heater. Passes her a small paper bag — a fresh pastry, still warm.
Eat,he says.
I know you didn’t have lunch again.Cassie looks at him — all this money, all this shine — and wonders why he even sees her. She hides her blush behind the pastry bag, tiny crumbs falling on her old skirt. Maybe she’s not rich enough for his world. But she swears — one day, she’ll be worth more than pennies and patched-up shoes. Just so she can sit beside him without feeling small.