Post by CASSIDY LOGAN DAVENPORT. on Jun 2, 2010 23:09:18 GMT
monday mornings. cassidy davenport loathed them more than just about anything else in the world. after a weekend of partying, he was forced to wake up at an insanely early hour and pretend like he cared about what was going on around him. of course he didn't. cassidy didn't care about much, besides keeping himself happy. everybody else could go fuck themselves if they didn't agree with him. actually, for the most part, cassidy was a pretty nice person who got along with just about everybody that didn't want to kill him, and who didn't think that he was a horrible person for everything that he had done back home. but honestly, he was over it, and anybody that was still hung up on the past obviously didn't know him well enough.
really, all cassidy wanted when he came to england was to start over. rehab was done, all the crazy bullshit was back home. he was the last person to care about his mistakes. all that mattered was that he learned from it, and wouldn't repeat the same thing twice. there was no way that he would ever go back to a stupid clinic to get clean. he was perfectly fine at the moment, and as long as nothing changed, he would stay there. despite the whole vampire conflict thing, cassidy was pretty satisfied with life, at least for the most part. he could have used a few more friends. being the loner was never easy, and it always seemed that he fit that mold perfectly. even in the three years that he lived in london, the only people he had ever talked to were acquaintances at the bars and nightclubs, and his classmates. those barely counted to him, because after all, he didn't have to put in any effort in socializing with them.
but right now, the last thing thing cassidy wanted to do was talk to people. he had a splitting hangover from the weekend before, and all he wanted was coffee to cure his hangover , and possibly make him feel a little bit more alive. at this point, he could barely even move. it was probably obvious to everyone around him that he had consumed a little bit too much alcohol over the weekend. but he couldn't help it, he had met a sexy girl, and really, he just wanted to get wasted. he had a great time the night before, but he was severely suffering the after effects. it seriously felt to him like someone had just smashed his head with a bowling ball. typically he could handle this feeling, but today was horrible. he should have slept in like a normal human being, but apparently he wasn't normal. well, nobody was, but at this point, he felt crazy.
walking in to starbucks, the smell of coffee immediately revived cassidy. though he still felt like total crap, it wasn't nearly as bad as two minutes before. he ordered his usual, a grande latte and a blueberry muffin, and took his seat in the corner of the coffee house. perhaps he could avoid the typical hustle and bustle of the 8 am coffee rush. so far, it was excessively crowded, with all the assistants of the wealthy businessmen going on coffee runs for the office. cassidy could tell by the fact that they were carrying two full trays of coffee, plus pastries. if he was one of those people, he'd probably shoot himself. he had never been very good at being told what to do, and if it involved delivering coffee, he would most likely end up spilling it all over himself.
continuing to eat his muffin, and drink his coffee, cassidy felt like he was about to fall asleep on the table. that was probably the last thing he needed right about now. he just wished he was back home, still in bed, not awake and about ready to go to school. why he was even in university was a mystery to him. well, it was to get a career and not be stuck in his father's shadow, but there was no way that anybody would ever think he was qualified to do anything other than work under his asshole of a father. and being a real estate developer didn't exactly scream ideal career to cassidy. not that anyone ever cared about what he wanted. nobody seemed to understand that he was his own person, with ambitions and aspirations.
as much as he hated going to school, and waking up early, cassidy knew it would be worth it in the end, when he didn't have to worry about being known simply as his father's son. it felt horrible some of the time when all he wanted was to make a name for himself. all he had to do was pass all his classes, and eventually acquire experience that didn't involve working with his father. things weren't going to be easy, but cassidy liked a challenge. almost anything he took on, he did well, and even if it didn't turn out for the better, he made the best of any situation. taking a final sip of his coffee, he stood up slowly, hoping that eventually his hangover would go away.
TAG persia
WORDS eight seven three
OUTFIT clickyyy
NOTES ack, it's shit. but i'm tired and lack muse.
