TUESDAY TALES - REUNITED continues #romance #amwriting

Welcome! This week the word prompt is "metal". I'm continuing with the story "Reunited" 
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After a call to the reunion committee, Cassie secured Mike’s phone number. She paced, thinking about what she’d say, her opening line.

“Hey, Mike, It’s Cassie. Remember me? Hey, Mike, remember your old friend, Cassie Newsome? Hey, Mike, wasn’t that prom a blast? It’s Cassie.” Nothing pleased her. She opened a bottle of red wine and poured a glass, then continued pacing.

She stood by the window, gripping the metal security bar, and remembering their senior prom night. The whisperings at school were all about hotel rooms, types of condoms and giving it up for the first time. Cassie’s first boyfriend, captain of the football team, had pressed her for sex. She’d only been fifteen at the time. When he found out, he dumped her, to avoid trouble.

She ended up bouncing around to a science nerd, a shy boy named Nathan. Nathan had been the smartest kid in the class. By then, she was seventeen and curious about sex. She’d coaxed him into going all the way one steamy July night. When he parents found out, they threatened to cut off his college money if he didn’t give up “that cheap trick, Cassie.” Reluctantly, he broke up with her.

More humiliated than heart-broken, she’d sworn off guys. Then Mike came along. They became friends. When he asked her to the prom so he could turn down Scary Stacy, she’d agreed. With Mike, she’d have a good time and there’d be no parental disapproval or pressure for sex. She’d enjoyed herself more than she had expected. After that they went to different colleges and lost touch.

She took a long breath, poured another glass of wine, then dialed.

“Hello?”

“Mike?”

“Yeah. Who’s this?”

“It’s Cassie Newsome. You might not remember me, but we went to the senior prom together.”

“Cassie? You’re fucking kidding me. Oops. Sorry.”

“No problem. Yeah, it’s me.”

“Well how the hell are you?”

She took a sip and smiled. “Just fine. You?”

“Okay. You going to the reunion?” he asked.

“The tenth? Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Me, too. Guess I’ll see you there. We can catch up then.”

“Wait!” She sensed he was about to hang up. “I’m going to be in your neighborhood for work,” she lied. “I was wondering if we could have a drink together.”

“Oh, that’s why you called? Sure. When?”

They made arrangements. When she hung up, she called Ned.

“I made contact with Mike.”

“Great.”

“I’m meeting him tomorrow night in D. C. for a drink,” she said.

“Fantastic! I know you can set this up, baby. We’re on the way.”

“Right.”

“So what are you doing on the phone with me? Shouldn’t you be catching a train?” He asked.

“Of course. See you in a few days,” she said and hung up the phone.

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