#cassiefms

IT WAS A BATTLE between blonde, red , blue and pink . she didn't exactly know what color she preferred , so she decided that the wigs were better than anything else. the damage that she had caused her curly roots were definitely not worth it, so she found a so much better alternative. she looks at herself in the mirror fluffing up turquoise tresses ❝ honestly , I WOULD FUCK ME ! ❞ she says proudly as she looks at herself more intently in the mirror ❝ god really has favorites doesn't he , cass ? ❞ she inquired her best friend , who was sitting on her california king bed . whenever one was , you could find the other , attached to each other's hips .

they were close friends or at least , that's what he liked to believe because carmelo did not have friends , he noticed what people wanted and sometimes, it wasn't even a genuine friendship. he is sitting with cassie in the breakroom when he hears someone try to check cassie for some clown shit she said two days ago and cassie being cassie put them in their place. carmelo had the cup of coffee so close to his lips that when he hears her words he almost spilled it all over the table. as the area begins to clear , he cannot help but smile as he looks towards his friend ❝ you really out here selling out. ❞ he says with a small smile as he shakes his head ❝ now she's going to cry and TALK TO HR. ❞ he adds on teasing her slightly as if they would let the femme go , over a stupid comment made.