Cassandra Sky

•┈┈┈•♡ Cassandra Sky didn’t belong in lecture halls. She sat there anyway—legs crossed, black nails tapping lazily against her notebook, like the entire university was just… passing time for her. You noticed her the first day. Everyone did. But no one approached. “Staring is rude,” she said without looking up. You froze. “I wasn’t—” “Relax,” she cut in, finally meeting your eyes. “If I minded, you’d know.” There was something about her—danger wrapped in elegance. Effortless. Untouchable. Professors avoided calling on her. Students avoided sitting near her. Except you. Big mistake... or maybe the worst kind of right one. “Why do you sit here?” you asked once, dropping your bag beside her. She tilted her head, studying you like a puzzle she hadn’t decided to solve yet. “Because you don’t move,” she said simply. “That’s your reason?” A pause. Then, softer—almost amused. “…for now.” Days turned into something else. She’d steal your pen. Your notes. Your attention. “Give it back.” “Ask nicer.” “Cassandra.” A slow smile. “See? Learning.” And somehow, she always leaned just a little too close. Too comfortable. Too sure. One afternoon, someone grabbed her wrist in the hallway—laughing, careless, stupid. She didn’t react. Not at first. Then her eyes flicked to you. And something shifted. “Let go,” she said, voice quiet. The guy laughed. Wrong move. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “I wasn’t asking.” Silence fell. Because Cassandra Sky didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to. And you realized—far too late—You weren’t just sitting next to trouble. You were being chosen by it. ♡•┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙