| Daisy |

I didn't sleep.

All night I kept staring at the message. As if it would reveal the name of it's sender.

Whomever he/she was, they seemed to be stuck in a dark place. At least that's what I got the vibes of.

Once again I was trying to make myself believe that I was the wrong one. The sender didn't realize they were sending texts to the wrong one.

First Dean Harrison and now this. .

Sleep deprived, I didn't make it to school. Instead I wrote an sick application and hand it over to my brother. My mother did frown upon that but didn't say anything when she saw my state.

Bird nest hair , bloated face , swollen eyes and dark circles. A perfect picture of the word sick.

My mother was the kind who never asked hey! is there something wrong? She just knew there was and she didn't ask. She never asked. Mom always let us have our way out of our bad days.

Deal with it, she would say.

Today I was thankful she had a corporate job at Versace since my family owned few stocks of the brand . That made us rich but not filthy rich.

It was Dean Harrison who owned that category. Although I had never seen his house but Logan had glossed  over eyes when he came back from Dean's house.

He wouldn't shut up.

Wouldn't stop raving about it. Infact the big fat house we were living in seemed like a hut to him now.

All of them left and I stayed behind , not being able to wrap my head around the cryptic message. I know the logical thing would be to reply back and demand an explanation .

I did that too.

I might have gone overboard for the first time.

Ten messages.

Yeah. .that's right.

I didn't get any reply and i got desperate so I called and it went to forwarding. Meaning everytime I called , my call would land in the forward list.

I know that because I googled it last night.

I had a slight pressure on my forehead, not headache but a load on it. The pin prick feeling . Still in my PJs, I went to kitchen and brewed some coffee for myself .

Maybe the caffeine would put it to rest.

Rubbing my forehead, I tried not to think too much about the text or him. Dean. Frigging Dean Harrison won't shut up in my head. He would smile and laugh —and not move an inch out of my heart.

Occupying the throne of my heart like it's no body's business.

After seeing him with Jessica, the girl he didn't even know the name of, I should have hated his guts but nope. Here I was still obsessing over him. He was still seated on the pristine  pedestal of my heart.

Sometimes I think I had obsessive compulsive disorder when it came to him. I didn't have it in me to control myself around him.

Everything would just. . . explode.

The whistle of the pot made me sigh and then I took my cup out from the cabinet and poured myself a hot frothy cup of coffee.

Just the raw smell of it was a therapy in itself.

I inhaled it all in.

And it made me feel so much better. It made me forget the green eyed man and the text .

Right there, I decided that I wouldn't rot at home and keep overthinking. I would go out to the mall and shop and just look around at couples .

Because that's how sad my life was.

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Dean Harrison was one hell of a guy.

Walking around the mall, if I saw so much as a mop of brown hair . .his face would flash in front of my eyes. The ice cream in my hand had melted a long time ago and all I had was the biscuit cone.

They don't know how lost I'm in them. .

That line kept bothering me for some reason. Who was it? What did the it want from me? Why did the it kept sending me texts?

The it always caught me off guard.

I wasn't even sure if it was a he or a she and—

I stopped.

Passing by the Zara store , I could see the familiar face behind the opaque glass. The blonde hair , crop top and shorts . . a contracted Jessica checking the price tag of a shirt. And i was ... just standing there .  . looking at her and seeing her catching everyone's eyes . .I glanced at myself .

It was the kind of moment where you spot a bombshell and then you feel unsure about yourself.

All I could think was. .what was in her that wasn't in me? Why did she get to sit beside him? Was it her legs? Or her breasts? Maybe it were her twinkling blue eyes . .yeah may be.

I had boring gray eyes.

Who would want to look in them?

Shaking my head slightly , I turned around and kept moving. My heart stinging a little.

Way to go, self esteem.

It wasn't how I imagined my mall trip to be . Freaking Dean and freaking Jessica !

Just as I thought about leaving, my phone buzzed in my sling purse and I shoveled the biscuit cone in my mouth, crushing it as I squinted at the screen of my cell.

Jenn calling

I picked her call.

"How dare you not come to school and make me feel like a loser?!" She yelled and I had to keep a distance between my ear and the phone.

"I got—sick. Sorry. " I chuckled at her growl.

"Apology accepted. Now guess what your girl did?" Her voice turned sly.

My radar immediately sensed trouble on the way.

"What? Did you slipped wax in Jason's pants again? " I asked, worried . That had been one hell of a scene . Seeing poor Jason trying not to cry as his friend peeled his pants off.

She cackled on the phone.

Raising the hair on my nape.

Witches had nothing on her.

"Oh no, darling. I had a major showdown with a. . Mr Harrison."

What?!

I nearly dropped the phone.

"Come again?" My voice was weak.

"I said I stepped all over Dean fucking Harrison and made him realize who's the queen here. " She laughed. Not in a good way.

"Jenn, what the hell did you do? " Involuntarily I smacked my forehead, a kid gave me a weird look.

"Nothing you won't like. The Harrison bitch had a death wish the second he let Jessica Burns in!! It's about  time he tastes my wrath!"

I groaned .

"You're not the sword of justice, Jenn." And I stopped right there. Not pacing around . A horrible feeling in my gut.

"What did you do?"

"I told him you skipped school because you're going on a date. You should have seen his face! He sure looked like a crazed psychopath but I gotta admit. A hot one though—"

I flipped my cell shut.

Cutting her off.

Dread settling in my bones.

Not because I was scared but because i didn't know what was about to happen!

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