| Daisy |

Then just to piss him off, Jenn did something that he make me regret later.

I told Jenn everything .

At first she celebrated that the silent love of my life had responded but then I told her it isn't how she think it is.

"He don't like me in that way." I said in a low voice.

"Give him a lap dance then. Shake your boobs in his—right. You don't have any." She chuckled dryly.

"Story of my life." I tried to smile . At least I tried.

"Bitch don't act with me. I know you cried all night after some sissy who don't realize what's in front of him." She said, getting defensive for me.

I watched the students around me lunching and laughing around , the cafeteria a riot as usual.

And then I looked at my best friend.

I knew that best friends look out for each other but right now I didn't need—want—any unsolicited advice.

All I needed was to be heard .

"Jenn will you get me if I say I don't want to hear any advice from anyone? I don't want people to tell me anything about what I should be doing  right now?" I asked , looking at her, begging her to understand me. .a sad smile on my face.

She kept watching me and then she nodded.

"Gotcha , captain. But I'm gonna do one last thing though." She winked.

And I sighed . .she always wanted to have the last word. The last everything. And I agreed. . without asking what was on her mind.

I should have asked.

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Mrs Folsom was the best teacher our school had. She was the kind of teacher that reminded you of your mother . All warm and fuzzy.

With her white hair tied up in a neat bun , she taught us how to put colors in life. How to draw what's in your heart on the blank canvas. According to her colors represented what hid in our hearts.

Whether we want it or not but the colors on the canvas exposed our hearts.

A stroke of red for love.

A black for heartbroken.

A white for peace.

A yellow for moving on.

And so on. .

I was not a damn good painter like my classmates . I was decent I guess. If I wasn't why would Mrs Folsom accept me in her class.

It was just an extracurricular activity that made  me love my school and forget about . .him.

She had assigned all of us a job at the end of the class and mine was to collect all the brushes and put them in the glass jar . Everyone had done their job and I was the only one in the class.

Just as I picked one brush, the closed door slammed open.

Making me jump out of my skin , I nearly dropped the brush.

Curious, I looked around at the intruder and I wish I hadn't. . . it was him.

Green eyes blazing, nostrils flaring ,yes it really was him. The D & G logo on his  shirt boasting about where he came from.

What I did was, turned back to my work and keep collecting the brushes laying around on the table while my heart leaped to my throat . .a slight tremor in my hand.

I heard the click of the door being locked and I tried to stay calm . Not loose my senses or worse . .cry.

What the hell was he doing?!

I heard his heavy boots , heard the footsteps . .the air around me too dense to breath . .too hot. .too suffocating. .

He stopped behind me.

I didn't turn around.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He snapped , the timber in his voice unnerving me.

I had no idea what he was on about but I didn't care. I kept on doing my work like I was all alone.

Growling, he came right in front of me. .his dark gaze watching me picking up the brushes and setting them in the glass jar in my hand.

"I'm asking you! Answer me!" The authority in his voice really made me want to just. .run away.

I didn't answer.

"Your friend said you're going to date Aiden? After everything I told you?!!" He hissed , spitting fire everywhere.

I set all the brushes in the jar, admiring my work—and I covered my mouth, stifling my scream . His hand slashed in the air and the jar went flying out of my hand . . smashing on the floor. Glass going everywhere.

The beat beat of my heart rushed in my ear.

My blood going ice cold.

I couldn't believe what just happened!

Dean stepped in, cutting my air supply, my space.

His body shook with anger , eyes storming at me . . breathing hard through his nose.

"When I'm talking to you, listen ! When I'm asking you,  answer! If you didn't I swear to God I'll—," he stopped . . shaking his head angrily. . pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Now, tell me what is going in your head?!! Was my warning not enough!? Do you want to get raped? Is that it? " His venomous words cut deep in my heart .

Horrified at his words , my eyes wide with hurt. . I tried to say something. . anything. But his aggression had my mouth shut.

He kept looking at me . . looking and then the storm in his eyes melted down . .shoulders got slacked. .lips turned full. .jaw relaxed.

"Daisy , you better not cry—"

As soon as he said those words , I couldn't stifle the gasp, my eyes filling with tears. .I bit my lower lip hard so the tears won't spill and make me look like a pathetic loser.

Dean sighed and swore under this breath.

I didn't know when and how but he took my hand in his and made me walk to a chair . He forced me to sit down , his hands pressing on my shoulders.

I did sit.

All he did was stand over me.

Watch over me.

As I tried to collect myself.

I had never seen aggression in my life and this was my first . Did it really happen? Looking at the shattered glass , yes it did.

"Better?" He asked .

I nodded , not feeling like to give him any reply.

Dean stepped around . .his boots in the line of my vision. I was not going to look up.

"Look up." He asked softly.

I shook my head.

I heard him mutter something.

And then suddenly he came on me. He leaned over me. His hand on the back of the chair, supporting his weight. While startled at his sudden move, involuntarily I did look up. .

He was over me. .his face over mine.

"I am waiting for an answer,  Daisy. " He said like if I didn't answer he won't move.

And something told me he wouldn't move.

"I'm not going out with Aiden. It was Jenn's idea to . .spread it out." I mumbled. .

And something happened.

Dean smiled.

A crack of a smile.

That made him look even more. . breathtaking and that thought was disturbing.

"See now it wasn't that difficult to answer right? "

I looked away from his  face , my face red .

"I'll never answer to anything you ask!"

"Funny. You just did."

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