Cassie’s POV.
The ride home felt unusually quiet, with only the low hum of Nathan’s car and the occasional swish of tires on the pavement filling the silence. Sandy sat in the back seat, her arms folded with a tight expression on her face. I leaned back, watching the buildings roll past the window, until she finally spoke.
"Cassie, you don’t have to join them," she said, looking at me at the passenger seat as I stared through her reflection in the rearview mirror.
I smirked a little, trying to ease her tensed up ass with a little teasing. "Oh come on. Don’t tell me you’re still jealous."
"Jealous? Sure." She turned toward me with a scoff. "But It’s not about the theatre club anymore, it's about the headache you're seeking out for yourself. I just don’t like the idea of you getting inv
