A/N: So I'm actually quite happy with this chapter. I like introducing characters that are friends with Cassie, and Darren is probably my favourites of all my OC's. I decided to end it where I did, mostly because I felt the 'talk' Cassandra and Rachel will be having deserves it's own chapter. It's twenty minutes to midnight right now, and while I normally wouldn't have school every second Monday (tomorrow), I have to go in to finish my English assignment and get it filmed. So I'm more than likely going to stop here, I may not, it depends on just how tired I am.

Hope you like it. Enjoy.

Chapter Four: Consideration

The next day was… awkward to say the least. Neither Cassie nor Rachel looked at each other, and Cassandra hadn't even insulted the shorter girl. Those in the class who had noticed Rachel staying behind the day before, were curious as to just what had occurred between the slightly overbearing diva and the teacher they were all terribly afraid of. Other's simply thought Cassie was just too hung over.

In reality, Cassandra was not hung over, just incredibly tired. She spent that night staring out her window with an unopened bottle of tequila on the table in front of her. She had originally intended to drink herself unconscious, but she just couldn't bring herself to open the bottle.

Cassandra, against her better judgement, was hoping that Rachel would stay back again, if anything just to hear exactly what happened with Shelby, to the point her daughter hated her.

She dismissed the class, once again turning her back until the door clicked shut. Taking a breath, she turned, and sighed.

No Rachel.

Damn.

She shook her head, picking up her things and leaving her studio. She was met by Darren Lockley, one of the Playwriting professors, and Cassie's best friend of thirteen years, the only person to have known about Shelby and her.

"Alright, what's up your arse now?"

Cassie scoffed, shaking her head and glaring at her friend.

"Not in the mood Ren."

Darren rolled his eyes, checking his watch for the time. He just had the Senior Writing class, so that meant she just had Dance 101.

"Newbie brats annoying you again?"

Cassie snorted, pushing open the doors and wrinkling her nose as a gust of wind hit her.

"When don't they?"

Cassandra sighed, shaking her head.

"No, it wasn't so much they annoyed me today…" She bit her lip, glancing back at her friend as they crossed the street towards the café they usually visited. "Rachel ignored me."

Darren frowned, sitting down at the table by the window and placing his laptop case on the seat beside him.

"Rachel… Schwimmer?"

Cassandra flinched slightly, nodding her head.

"Yeah."

Darren shrugged, nodding at the waitress to get her attention.

"So? A student ignored you, big deal. Normally you'd bite their head off."

Cassandra glanced up at him, taking a deep breath and shaking her head.

"She's… She's Shelby's daughter."

Darren turned his head to Cass, his eyes widening as his hand fell from the air.

"Shelby? As in.."

Cassie nodded, groaning and putting her head in her hands.

"It's just… Frustrating. She looks almost identical to her, and I swear she inherited Shelby's talent."

Darren nodded, his eyes still on Cassie as he ordered.

"Skim milk half strength cappuccino, two sugars. So this is a bad thing?"

Cassie looked up from her hands, nodding as she glared at the waitress.

"Black, one sugar, extra strength."

The waitress nodded, scurrying off as to escape the look Cassandra was sending her way. Darren watched in mild amusement as the girl almost tripped trying to get away quick enough.

"Why's it a bad thing? Maybe she can get you in touch with her. I mean, come on Cass. It's been like, ten years since you last saw her, and you are still head over heels."

Cassie glared at him, shaking her head. Despite the truth in his words, she was not about to admit it.

"Even if I was going to get in touch with her, Rachel wouldn't, or probably couldn't help me."

Darren frowned, waving off the waitress as she returned with their coffees and asked if they wanted anything else.

"What do you mean?"

Cassie shook her head, sighing as she reached up and rubbed at her shoulder.

"I don't know really, just that my student has serious mommy issues."

At Darren's blank look, she sighed again.

"She hates Shelby."

Darren raised his eyebrows, lifting his head and opening his mouth slightly.

"Oh… Why?"

Cassie shrugged, picking up her coffee.

"No idea."

They were silent for a moment as they drank, each one looking at anything but each other.

"Alright, you need to relax a little. We're going out tonight."

Cassandra, with no energy left, simply nodded. Anything to get her mind off of Rachel and her mother.

Which didn't really work.

As while being led to a table in an upscale club/bar, Cassandra spotted Rachel standing with a taller, thinner boy and an older blonde. As she noticed her, Rachel turned, in the middle of laughing. Her eyes connected with Cassie's own, and she froze for a moment. Rachel was shaken by the boy at her side, him raising his hand and waving it in front of her face.

"That's Rachel I take it?"

Cassandra startled, turning quickly to glare at Darren. She nodded though, taking his hand and leading him toward the table. Slipping in to her stool, she threw her purse on to the table and sighed.

"I'm getting another headache."

Darren smiled softly, slipping in to the stool across from her.

"She looks like her."

Cassie groaned, glaring at him.

"Yeah, thank you, I hadn't noticed." She mumbled sarcastically.

Darren rolled his eyes, gesturing to the bar behind her.

"Want me to get you a drink?"

Cassie looked up at him, raising her eyebrow.

"You have to ask?"

Darren smiled, running his hand up her arm as he left. Cassandra closed her eyes, sighing once again before frowning. The stool across from her shifted, and as she opened her eyes, she blinked.

"Ohio? Please, do join me." She said sarcastically, wondering why Rachel was now sitting across from her.

"While your enthusiasm at seeing me is as refreshing as it usually is, I'm not staying long. I just want to know… What's your deal with Shelby?"

Cassandra groaned, lowering her head to her hands with her elbows on the table.

"Can this get any better?" She mumbled to herself, before lifting her head. "I tell you what, you tell me why you hate her, and I'll consider telling you how I know Shelby."

Rachel bit her lip, glancing over to where she'd been standing. The boy turned his head, raising his eyebrow to her and cocking his head.

"Fine. But not here." She turned back to Cassandra, pulling what looked like eyeliner from her purse and scratching something on to a napkin. "My apartment. My roommate has to work in the morning, and I don't have any classes. If you want to talk, come tomorrow." She slipped from the stool, barely glancing back and instead snaking her way across the floor back to her group.

"What was that about?" Cassandra turned, shaking her head as she took one of the glasses from Darren's hand.

"Nothing. Come on, I need to get drunk."

A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. For anyone wondering, yes that was Kurt and Isabelle. I'll elaborate on that in the next chapter. Uhm... Review it? I gotta go, I'm trying for all these RP things on Tumblr, because I have some weird interest in them, and decided I wanted to try one, so I'm going to go scroll through Tumblr. Laters.