The Arrangement

Cassie Morris is an aspiring actress, though she struggles to land a successful role. After another failed audition, the role of a lifetime falls into her life. Does she seize the opportunity, finally achieve her lifelong dream even if it goes against every moral she's ever held herself to? Can she handle being attached at the hip to someone she despises?

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16. A Party?

CASSIE'S POV

 

The next few days passed in a strange, dreamlike blur. Sadly, I didn't get to see Justin at all on Friday, though that was mostly due to me working open to close at Big Joe's. We'd texted back and forth occasionally, and he told me he was busy in the studio, but asked if I could stop by for a while. When I told him I'd be working all day, he dropped it.

 

I didn't feel like any of it was real because I was finally receiving some of the online attention and fame that I'd dreamed of. After giving Justin my Snapchat and Instagram usernames like he'd asked, my accounts blew up overnight. I got several hundred new followers on my Instagram account after Justin posted a picture of my head in his lap that I never even realized he'd taken. He tagged me in the caption, mentioning something about 'Netflix and chilling’. I couldn't help but to chuckle, especially after I recounted how I'd sent him home horny and wanting afterwards. I even got a few hundred friend requests on my Facebook account, which I found a little disturbing. I had to give his fans props though; their detective skills were on point.

 

Finally, my long day was coming to a close. I climbed into my car a little after 2 AM, letting out a sigh of relief as my head hit the headrest. I was glad that for the first time in a long time, I had all weekend off. As I cranked up the engine, my phone began buzzing loudly in my pocket. I pulled it out to find Justin's name and number flashing on the screen. “Hey,” I answered as I put the phone to my ear.

 

“Hey,” Justin answered, sounding a little bored. “I'll be quick. There's a party at my place tomorrow, so you gotta be there.”

 

I sighed as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. I remembered Scooter mentioning something about a party, but I'd totally forgotten about it. “Right, I forgot,” I told him honestly. I paused as a feeling of panic set quickly in my stomach. “Wait. It's not your birthday is it? I'm not already a shitty girlfriend am I?”

 

I heard Justin's throaty chuckle through the phone. “No, that's in about a month though. I'll remind you about that too,” he laughed. “This is kind of a tour kickoff party, since that's coming up too.”

 

“Gotcha. Yeah, I'll be there. What time should I come?” I asked.

 

“Whenever,” he answered honestly. “No one else is showing up until around 8 or 9 I guess. You can help me set up though.”

 

“Okay,” I said, trying to sound excited, but parties were never my thing. “I'll see you tomorrow, then.”

 

“Alright,” he said flatly. Without much of another word, he hung up.

 

I sighed as I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat, and began wondering if I'd ever get used to his mood swings.

 

Thankfully, less than 5 minutes later I was pulling into my apartment complex, and walking up the steps to my front door. I tried to be quiet as I walked inside because I thought that Nancy might already be in bed. But to my surprise, she was still awake, watching TV in the living room. “Hey,” I sighed as I set my bag and keys down on the counter. “What are you doing still up?”

 

“Can't sleep,” she replied with a shrug. I noticed she was watching the shopping channel and fiddling with her phone in her hands. Guess she's on another midnight shopping spree. She unglued her eyes from the TV to finally look at me. “What are you doing? Are you and Justin hanging out?”

 

I laughed out loud before realizing she was serious. “No, I worked a double. Plus it's late,” I explained, to which she just shrugged. “Now that you bring it up though, I won't be home tomorrow. Justin's having a party at his place, so I'm probably staying over there.”

 

She physically perked up at my words. “A party?” she asked excitedly. “Like with other celebrities?”

 

I grabbed a banana off the counter and unpeeled it as she freaked out. “Yeah, I guess,” I chuckled around a mouthful of banana.

 

“Can I come? Please?” she begged as she sat up on her knees with her hands clasped together.

 

“Um...I don't think so,” I answered nervously. She didn't say anything in reply, just stared at me with her mouth hanging open, physically deflated. “Nancy, it's not my party,” I told her. “I can't just invite people. Plus it's mostly just people that are going on tour with him. It's not a big thing,” I said, though I wasn't sure how true that was. I could definitely see Justin as a 'go big or go home’ kinda guy.

 

She huffed as she fell back on the couch. “Whatever,” she muttered, crossing her arms in a pout.

 

I couldn't help but to laugh at her childishness. But instead of starting another argument, I picked up my belongings and my food, and waltzed past her and into my bedroom. As I plopped down on my bed, I pulled out my phone to type out a quick text.

 

To Justin: my roomie is being a total brat b/c she can't come to the party

 

I wasn't sure why her attitude bugged me so bad, but I wanted to rant to someone. Even though it was fake, isn't that what boyfriends are for?

 

I only had to wait a minute before my phone buzzed with a reply.

 

From Justin: is she hot? she down for a 3some?

 

I literally rolled my eyes as I read his message. Disgusting.

 

To Justin: you're a pig.

 

After hitting send, I tossed my phone to the foot of the bed so I wouldn't be tempted to read his reply, whatever it would be. Instead, I decided to change into some pajamas and climb into my warm, inviting bed. I needed the rest anyway; tomorrow would be a long fucking day.


 

JUSTIN'S POV


 

I couldn't help but to be in a good mood as I got the house straightened up before the party. This would be the last time that I could actually cut loose and get fucked up with no care in the world for a while. The tour was kicking off in a few weeks, and there's hardly any downtime between shows, so I was gonna live it up while I could.

 

My ears perked when the doorbell chimed. I glanced down at my watch to see that it was only 6:30, so it had to be Cassie. With a sigh I jogged to the front door to let her in.

 

“Woah,” I said as I pulled the door open and got a good look at her. “Damn, you look good.” She was wearing tight ass white skinny jeans that nearly came up to her belly button, which was exposed by the caramel-colored lacey crop top that barely sufficed as a shirt. She also had a tribal print cardigan on, but I really just wanted to rip it off so I could get a good look at her.

 

“Eyes up here, jackass,” I heard her mutter as she walked in past me. As I glanced up, I noticed she had a full face of makeup on, and that her tan pumps nearly brought her eye to eye with me. I shut the door behind her, but even as she walked past I couldn't keep my eyes off her ass. Honestly I wanted nothing more than to cancel this party and have her to myself. “Do you need help getting things ready, or what?”

 

“Hmm…” I sighed as I approached her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, to which she rose an eyebrow at. “If you want, we can go make sure the bedrooms are good to go. Maybe we can pick up where we left off the other night,” I suggested, giving her a cheeky grin and wiggling my eyebrows.

 

She rolled her eyes and shoved my shoulder with a laugh. “Definitely not happening. I can help get some food ready if you want,” she offered, already walking towards the kitchen. “I'm a fucking awesome cook,” she laughed.

 

“Already taken care of. My chef made some finger foods and stuff,” I told her as we rounded the corner to the kitchen, where the enormous island was already loaded up with party foods.

 

“Oh,” she said, sounding dumbfounded. “Well...what can I do?” She turned to face me, looking lost.

 

Instead of answering her, I just gave her a suggestive smirk and wiggled my eyebrows again. She groaned as she propped herself against the counter. “You are so disgusting,” she sighed.

 

I gave her a careless shrug. Before I could respond, I heard the door open and close loudly, followed by Fredo's booming voice. “Yooooo, J, where you at?”

 

I noticed Cassie's furrowed eyebrows. “I thought you said no one was getting here until 8 or 9?” she asked, clearly confused.

 

I gave her a wicked smile. “Well, yeah. But we're pre-gaming. And you're doing shots with us,” I said.

 

I saw her face fell, which made me chuckle. “Oh,” she murmured.

 

“Let's get this party started.”

 

 

Author's Note: hey guys! i hope you enjoyed this chapter, let me know what you think! i would love some comments, any constructive criticism, your thoughts, what you liked or disliked, i'd love to hear it! be on the look out for the next chapter soon cause things are getting sooooo interesting c;

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