| Daisy |

I decided to take Gloria's advice .

That morning, I woke up and rummaged through my wardrobe in search of a black top. Black was the color for every occasion. Sad, happy. . . revenge.

I did kinda laugh on the last word .

Where did that come from?

I was hardly that kind of person. The one who goes under severe make over and suddenly turns into a smoking hot bombshell to get the guy back.

That was so 2000.

After taking a warm bath, I blow dried my hair and even that was going too far . I was the lazy bum who didn't do much except use some lip gloss on good days.

I just didn't care.

But today. . . I did.

A certain someone forced me to be extra with my look. And my extra was my blow dried hair and some lip gloss. My heart still burned whenever I recalled what happened. And then my heart blistered at the way he had looked so helpless. So haunted. So out of himself. .

I was pissed off at him and yet I felt bad for him. .

What the hell , Daisy. .

Pick one!

I sighed  ,dejected. .the mascara wand in my hand ready for the application. .I just. .

I couldn't do this.

I wasn't made for this.

I dumped the mascara back where it belonged and took out some wipes.  Wiping the gloss off of my lips. . stinging my lips.

What was I trying to be? Regina George?

That shows how a guy can mess up with the head.

Taking my bag and keys, I was out.

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"So," she dipped the french fry in the ketchup, " you telling me I gotta be your look out? "

I nodded.

She had a thoughtful look on her face as she munched.

"I'm gonna be the watchman who tells you of the bitch? Correct?"

I nodded. Again.

I wish I could eat but my appetite had died . The hollow pit deepening in my stomach. I was feeling like a stranger at my own school. There was just something that went missing. .I couldn't identify it . I just  had a feeling of it.

"When I make your dumb brother fall for me, I'm gonna take a class from Gloria on how to make your man do anything you want him to. "

I smiled at her. "Yup. She's the best at it."

Jenn lifted a greasy finger.

"Not until you actually bring him down to his knees. Now until her plan works." She said slyly. "I would like to be at the front seat of your life and have some popcorn please." She batted her eyes.

I was about to answer when she jerked forward on the table. Sat up straighter, erect.

Her eyes going wild as she stared behind me.

"Code bitch." She whispered fiercely.

Just as she said those words ,my heart tingled up into flames . I was suddenly aware of his strong presence —the thump thump of my heart so loud in my ears, the chapped lips doing dry, every hair on my body standing up . . recognizing his presence.

I hate it how he had command over me. How my whole being responded to him . .after what happened I should have shut that book down but here I was . . trying to breath properly .

"Okay, he's —omg—he's searching the crowd—shit! he's looking this way!" Jenn had her hand covering her mouth so no one knew she was talking.

I fisted my hands on top of the table.

"And now?" I swallowed the saliva stuck in my throat.

"I think—i think he's gonna come this way. Our way." Jenn said hurriedly.

Well, let him make his mind however he wanted.

"Get up."

"What?" Jenn glanced at me like she didn't hear me properly.

"Get up. Follow me." I said as calmly as I could and then I didn't wait. I stood up and turned around making sure my eyes didn't catch him . . didn't catch his tall frame standing few feet away from me. I moved and Jenn fell in step beside me . .

I kept walking, keeping my eyes straight ahead.

I think I saw him move towards me but I didn't turn my neck at him.

At all.

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All the time I kept seeing him at the corner of my vision.

Staring at me.

Looking at me.

I felt his burning gaze all day long but I didn't sway. I was being as stubborn as stubborn could get. Jenn kept glowering with pride for how the bitch got trapped or how he got a taste of the bitter gourd ignorance.

The last class had me and Jenn parting ways. She squeezed my hand and told me to keep a look out for him just in case he swooped down on me.

I had tried to laugh at that but deep down I knew she was right. I knew I was running out of time. I knew I couldn't ignore him forever.

He would never let me do that.

He would never allow that to happen.

Just as I dropped Jenn to her destined class , I just took a deep breath and then turned around. . continued walking. Continued not making eye contact with anyone .

Just minding my business.

And trying not to hyperventilate at the same time.

My heart wasn't helping me either. It seemed liked it was dying to accelerate the process so it could see him , have him near—

Don't lose it!

Touching my forehead, I had to remind myself I was the owner here. Not my heart who kept pulling me in wrong direction.

It was the heart.

Always the heart.

Doing whacked up shit.

Just as I was rounding the corner. .my eyes downcast , completely engrossed in battling my heart out. . .his deep voice stopped me right there.

"Done with hiding?"

I stopped. I had to.

Because he was right in front of me, blocking the way in the empty corridor.

My eyes going  from his expensive sneakers to the brown pants . .a leather jacket thrown over a plain white t shirt and then — his face.

I tried to keep my face blank.

It was as if someone punched me in the gut.

Because this wasn't how Dean looked like . . .no.

He looked like—like he had gone to hell and then came back.

Dark circles , blood shot green eyes. . .I could see the thin red lines in the whites. .cheeks more hollow than usual. .haunted.

Gaunt.

He looked like a haunted version of himself.

A definition of forlorn. .and my heart was tugging at him. . tightening at the sight of him. .

He opened his mouth.

But then I recalled what he had done in the elevator.

With a stern face , I tried to step away  to a side but he blocked me by stepping there.

Again , I tried to side step him and again he blocked me.

"Stop it!" I snapped at him really frustrated. I was not in the mood for his games!

"I won't until you listen to me." He said softly.

I was sure my face had gone beet red. The nerve of this man!

"I'll never listen to a word you have to say!"

He shrugged his broad shoulders.

"Cool."

His hand shot out, wrapping around my wrist —my eyes widening at the sudden move—his eyes searching my face like he didn't believe I was here . .I tried to tug at my hand but he didn't stop. He turned around and moved . . pulling me behind!

I tried to pulled back, be resistant but I was nothing against his strength.

"I'm asking you for the last time to let me go—"

He stopped , turned around. . snatching at my wrist until I got flushed against his hard body with an omph.

"Or what? What exactly are you going to do? " He asked me in such a cool voice while i tried to stand up straight and away from the heat of his body.

I looked in his icy green eyes.

"I'll tell Logan everything!"

One dark eyebrow went up.

"Good idea. Let's tell him everything right now. After all he should know the guy his sister fell for."

He must have seen the horror on my face because never in million years did I imagine myself talking about him to Logan.

Dean's lips pulled up in a thought so smile.

"I like it when you threat me , Daisy. Keeps an edge in our relationship , don't you think?" His voice laced with dark humor. . leaning into my stumped face — but with my free hand I pushed at his chest and he did step back... willingly...

He gave me his back again and kept walking until he stopped before a classroom. He unbolted the door and then went in. . forcing me to come in.

Was he forcing me?

Or did i want to be with him?

Alone.

I was scared of answering that because maybe I knew the answer to that..

As soon as he shut the door, he let go of my hand and cursing lightly I rubbed at my wrist.

I was rubbing when I heard the swish of fabric. Quickly, I turned around and saw him shrugging off his jacket . . dumping it on a chair . The short sleeve shirt putting his biceps on display. The thick veins curling around his arm down to the metallic wrist watch he had on.

He had a smirk on his face.

Stop looking!

Hastily, I looked away at the stupid chair or something.

"Don't  —," he crossed his arms ," don't be  embarrassed .I like it when you look at me."

I rolled my eyes trying to look indifferent.

"I wasn't looking and shut up."

It seemed like he wasn't even listening to me because he was coming forward towards me. .I tried to not move an inch that would be like losing half the battle.

"Daisy."

I didn't look at him.

The chair had two handles , it had brown color, it was made for one person and—

He was in my face, blocking my view.

Invading me in every way.

He was so freaking close . .I could feel his breath on my face . .the space between us was as thin as hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a fucking piece of shit . I'm sorry for hurting you—," he stopped. .his eyes looking so desperate so earnest ," what happened was all my fault. I'm giving you my words . I can never hurt you. Not even if I want to. And. . .you asked me about my anchor. It's you. It's always have been you. You're my heaven when I was in hell."

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