| Daisy |

"Bitch, my boobs are sweating!"

I smiled at the screen of my MAC. Jennifer or Jenn as I liked to call her was fussing over her chest, leaving a string of colorful words . Fortunately or unfortunately she was blessed in the chest department but she never seemed to be happy about it. She had always envied my flat chest .

"I swear on fuck , I'm gonna get a breast reduction surgery!" She vowed , giving up on her top.

I tried not to laugh at her misery but rather look sympathetic.

"I don't get it . I know girls who would kill to have your —"

"Do you wanna have them?" She asked , eyes in slits, cupping her breasts as if offering them to me.

"Definitely not." I grinned at her thought - so face. "I'm happy having non existence bo bo."

As she started to rant on how one of her shirt ripped from the front, I tried to put on some lip gloss, a slight tremble in my fingers . As I swiped a coat of the gloss, looking in the mirror. .i could see a nervous, erratic mess.

I was trying to hide from my best friend .

Trying to hide the shaking fingers , the thumping of my heart, trying to hide the uncertainty on my face.

"You keep saying I have the best boobs in the world but your fucking brother doesn't seem to notice anything!" Furiously, she applied a coat of mascara.

Nearly poking herself in the eye.

"You know how J.D is. He doesn't notice much."

"For the record can you stop calling the poor boy J.D ? His name is Jonathan." She said slowly as if I were dumb.

I chuckled.

"He's hardly a boy. He's in college."

"College doesn't mean he can't have sex with me." She rolled her brown eyes.

"He might have a girlfriend, you never know." I teased .

"Don't even joke about it. I don't want to land in jail . Too young and sexy to be called a murderer."

She kept talking and I tried to look in control. Tried to look as if I was happy for this date . We had double dates and I barely knew the guy. I was just going for her sake since she didn't want to be alone .

I wouldn't be a a best friend if I left her alone with a shark, at least that's what she said. And I didn't want to end up on the wall of shame when it comes to supporting my friend.

But. .

Even Jenn knew what was going to happen but she kept mum about it.

The both of us hiding from each other.

Jenn had to change out of the top she had on because it made her boobs look awkward , more noticeable then they already were so I shut the laptop , glad that i got an excuse to gather myself .

My outfit clearly said I wasn't excited for this date. A purple top and some ripped jeans. All i had on was a gloss . I just. . .my heart wasn't in it.

My heart was somewhere else.

But I had to be rational about it. I had to be honest with myself . Had to be there for myself .

I leaned in close to the mirror , my palms flat on the vanity. .the color on my cheeks wasn't any makeup. .it was my body knowing what was about to come. My heart had slowed down. Every cell in my body knew and yet here I was still trying. .still trying at normal social life.

Trying to fit in.

Trying to go out and have a date .

But may be it was too soon to have a hope.

Too soon.

I sighed and pulled back from the mirror, my hands lifting up and tying my hair in a bun.

Who made a bun on a first date?

A girl who wasn't in the mood for a first date.

I was being such a hypocrite . Going out when clearly I didn't want to because I knew the outcome. The end of it.

I knew it.

It wasn't the first time anyways. .

But it didn't mean I was going to give up. I will keep doing it . Keep going until . .

I break him.

Or he breaks me.

Now, if I wanted to make it, I had to be fast. Super fast . And then the next minute I moved about like a bolt of lightning. Getting my keys, my purse , my cellphone , my wedges . I had it all in half a minute flat and then I flipped off all the lights and shoot a message to Jenn that I was on my way.

As I shut the door of my room, I creeped out. .I was creeping in my own house. Going on my tip toes. My brother Logan's room was right across mine . Even form here I could hear him and him.

Not making a sound , I moved as quietly as I could . .not even letting the carpet scrunch under my wedge. I wasn't even breathing hard.

As I reached his shut door with a white skull poster, I could hear them talking—the shooting sound resonating—must be gaming.

I knew I shouldn't have done what I did next but my heart just pulled me with it. It was as if the devil was offering me some crumbs knowing well I would trip.

And I did.

Trip.

Just to hear his voice , I glued my ear next to the door. .more like plastered it . .my ears straining to hear his voice over the game and my heart jerked when I heard his deep laugh at something Logan said and—

My phone buzzed in my purse!

The vibration so loud I leaped back from the door wildly. Keeping an eye on the door, i fetched my phone and saw Jenn's name flashing on it.

Quickly , I picked her call.

"I'm jammed in the traffic but will be there in twenty minutes!!" I winced , her voice cracked in my ear because she was yelling over the loud horns .

" Got it." I whispered , my eyes trained on the door.

"What? Can't hear you!" She yelled and I cut off her call , my shaking hands nearly dropping the cellphone as I dumped it in my purse. My senses going haywire.

Move!

My brain warned and I moved. More like ran . As fast as i could in my wedges. Trying not to look over my shoulder . I had gone down the stairs and then down to the lounge and then out of the house.

As soon as I stepped out, I bent over my knees . .my hands on my knees . . trying to catch my breath. My body warm with the exhilaration . .the cold not getting to me.

As I took deep breaths, i looked up. . noticing the black BMW in the driveway. The glint on it blinding my eyes . .it was as sleek as him. As intimidating as him. As dark as him.

As heartless as him.

I stood up straight , not wanting to go over all of that again. I had a date , I had a place to be at. Good time was waiting for me.

I shouldn't look at the dark side.

I should look forward to the bright side.

Slinging my purse over my shoulder, I walked towards the Porsche that had seen better days. It was crappy unlike the arrogant BMW standing in front  but it did the job  so no complains.

Walking, I looked at our pool , the blue water looking dark  in the lights . The lawn was squished in the middle of the driveway and the pool. One next to the other—

"Going somewhere?"

The deep voice halted me in my tracks. It was as if he pressed the freeze button . I didn't dare look back. Or move. Or breath.

I could feel his presence.

He was behind me. And I could hear his footsteps so clear. So loud. He was taking his time . . slowly leisurely taking his time because he knew I wouldn't move.

Breathless.

I was getting breathless.

He was behind me and yet he was all around me.

And then i saw him.  . moving from behind to  my front. Coming in my line of vision, his shoulder brushing mine. Grazed it slightly and the flesh felt burned. Seared.

The man in front of me was everything anyone could ever want. The tousled brown hair , the green eyes , the straight nose . The chiseled jawline. The black jacket he had on seemed to be cut out only for him, it made his shoulders stand out and now—he was looking at me.

Expectingly.

His green eyes moving over my glossed lips and then my ripped jeans down to my wedges.

His jaw flexed slightly.

"Going on a date? I see. ."

My response was instant.

" I'm glad you do. See." I said to him, my voice hollow.

No matter where I went, I couldn't escape him. He always found me even if went to the south pole. He would come.

He always did.

"That's the problem. I don't want to see. . this." His voice was cut throat.

"You don't have to. It's not for you." I said softly.

His eyes flashed dangerously.

My lips went dry.

"You know, If I was you I would watch what I say. Watch so you don't land in shit."

He stepped in.

I took a step back.

" Maybe I like landing in shit. ."

His tall frame shadowing me. Merging me into him.

He shook his head slightly, the hair falling in his striking eyes.

"When you talk like that I want to show you the difference between me and others but it might end up in you wanting to have me in every sense  but i don't like being possessed." He said . . taking one step at every word.

While I kept stepping back.

My eyes wide and heart in my throat. Not even having the courage to respond. Or push him back.

Everything about him was so sudden.

I was never ready.

"I don't want to know. .and I'll never want to have you in anyway . ." I was lying so bad even he knew it .My face heating up because if I don't kept stepping back, we would be flushed against each other .

"You should . If you did we wouldn't be here . " He said smoothly , again stepping in. Taking my breath with every step.

And I didn't even realize that he had me on the edge of the pool. I didn't even realize we had moved this far from the driveway. When he was around , I never cared about how far he would take me. .

He too stopped .

Afraid, I looked over my shoulder at the dark water . And then I looked at him.

He face was void of any expression.

"This," his gaze flickered at my feet on the edge of the pool, " is what you do to me . You make me stand on the edge and then I have no idea where to go from there . You make it hard to live hard to die. Hard to anything." he said , his eyes burning in mine.

The shiver in me had nothing to do with the cold. His gaze too intense for me too—

My eyes widened when suddenly he closed in and involuntarily I stepped back , forgetting where I was standing—i lost my balance and the gasp that left my mouth was a mix between a shriek and his name . .my hands flapped wildly in the air as if it would find an anchor in the thin air — just as I shut my eyes  — his hand shot out wrapping around my wrist — catching me right on time but he didn't pull me up. .i was making an arc over the pool.

"Pull me up! What the hell are you doing!" I cried out, feeling the chill of water on my back.

"What does it look like?" He asked so calmly .

"Killing me! That's what you're doing!" I snapped , struggling not to move an inch and my phone had started to vibrate in my purse.

"I'm being generous and not going after your date." I could hear the dark threat in his voice. "As for killing. . that's your job. That's what you do to me! All I'm doing is killing your date."

Horrified , I realized what  his words meant.

I went ice cold.

"Dean, don't—"

He let go of my hand.

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