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Chapter 1&2 (this is a combination of chapters 1 and 2 in Jason's point of view! I thought you might be curious to know what the hell was going on in his head ;))

JASON

If I believed in god, I would have said something along the lines of 'for God's sake' in the next minute. But we all knew that I had no religion and there wasn't any other religious crap that I believed in. I did what I wanted, when I wanted and no body could tell me shit. I was probably going to hell for that, which my subconscious reminded me that a small part of me did believe in that religion crap if I believed in hell. Whatever.

My fists were bloody from the street fight that I partook in just a few minutes ago. I was leading ahead in number of wins and I beat the too proud guy out of his mystery by four to zero wins. I was that good, and I felt the need to boast about it by flashing the crowd my infamous smirk of joy. Or rather, mysery.

My opponents name was Jonas, and me being the kind and considerate person I was, I gave him time to maintain his breath before our next and final round. I won him already three fights ago, but he was too stubborn to back down. I would have knocked him unconscious by now if it weren't the fact that I might have admired his stubbornness and unwillingness to give up, and take his beating like a man instead. His punches were sloppy, his kicks weak, his aim incorrect and he had no idea how to maintain his energy. He had zero rights to call himself a trained fighter.

For me, it had always been about a combination of skills that lead to my ultimate success. Strength was part of fighting, but only a minor part. Any weak person could beat you in a fight if they knew what they were doing. I had the strength and the skills, which rendered me unstoppable amongst what was supposed to be some of the best fighters in the gang life.

I've been beaten many times in my life already, mostly when I was an arrogant teenager with an ego the size of Jupiter. Those were my more reckless days where I took way more risks and did so much more exciting things like street racing. There was no time now for fun and activities, and I had to really squeeze these things into my schedule. People thought that being a gang leader meant going around dealing drugs and shooting people for absolutely no fucking reason. People were wrong, it was so much more than that and it meant everything to me. I couldn't live without it, I would be a nobody if I did.

"Who the fuck did that moron think he is? Did he not get the message that he was going to lose?" I heard Derek's voice from besides me and turned to look at him.

"He's stubborn." I said simply, wrapping my hands up in white bandages. If I didn't have as much pride as I did, I would admit that my fists where aching. But my learned response was to ignore the pain, and as years passed by the concept got much easier.

My father used to train Ace and I nearly every day of my childhood. Gangs and mafia were a big thing to us and we always had to be prepared for the worst. He would lock us up in the mansion's basement, and leave us with one tool to use and try to get out. At first if took me days to find a plan, but now, I could break out of a confined space in a few minutes. As long as it was possible to break out of, I could. I used to hate him so much, but I now undersood his methods. I believed that you couldn't make someone strong and build them up without breaking them first.

I wouldn't be the man I turned out to be today if it weren't for him. I could picture my mother frowning from her grave at me, obviously not pleased by my actions. She and my father never agreed on how to raise me and my siblings. But she was gone now, so it didn't really matter.

I was currently in our gangs privately owned gym, where we trained regularly, bandaging up my fists that connected so many times with the stubborn morons bones. I had to admit I was surprised when he got me once in the ribs, although it didn't hurt as much as it damaged my fucked up ego somehow.

I stood up from the bench and picked up my water bottle, before gulping down the entire thing. I pulled a T-shirt over my sweat covered body and slapped my used towel over Derek's head.

"What the fuck, dude?" He exclaimed, pulling the towel off of this face and flinging it at me. I dodged it and laughed. Stupid fucker. As much as I enjoyed annoying him, it wasn't practical to joke around all day when we had shit to do.

"I'm going now, but remember to get someone to track down Steve Everton, he is late on three payments and my patience is wearing thin. You have to be at the warehouse when the new Hotchkiss M1922's come in. I want it to be original and you have to make sure-"

"Chill the fuck out, dude. I've got you." I knew that it was his nice way of assuring me that I could trust him, so I gave him a nod.

I needed a shower given how sweaty, bloody I was, and how tense my back muscles were, so I left the gym and made my way to my car. Time to get back to the dorm.

***

I turned the shower off the moment I heard the soft bang of the dorm room door. Who the hell thought they could invite themselves in here? It was probably Alexis, but I swear I locked the door on my way in. I grabbed the towel off of the shower door and scowled at nothing in particular. I hated when people thought they could invade my shit and privacy, sibling or not. I dried my wet hair with the towel before dabbing my body off and wrapping it around my waist. I picked up my chain which was the most valuable object to me before slipping it back on my neck. Lately it began rusting and I wanted to preserve it as long as I could, so I stopped showering with it on. My mother gave it to me after all, and my memory of her was so vague and ruined that I needed a physical reminder of her, especially when things got too tough or when I was completely overcame by my. . . less friendly side.

My mother's voice would pop up in my head when I looked at my bloody fists, 'violence is never the answer, son', she would say. But what did she know?

I turned the knob of the bathroom door and exited it, shutting it behind me. When I turned around, I was beyond surprised to see a small, chestnut haired girl dressed in pink and white, staring at me with wide and horror filled, dull hazel eyes. I couldn't say I looked any different, but horror didn't fill my eyes, utter surprise did. What the fuck was this chick doing in my room, and why did she look like she didn't belong here at all? I had to admit, her hideous outfit consisting of a long sleeved, wooly looking pink t-shirt and white skinny jeans didn't stop me from letting my eyes scan her appearance up and down.

Not bad. She was very thin, too thin for my liking but I liked the way her tiny ass resembled itself as a little bump extending outwards from her slim body, and despite how skinny she was, her hips were quite fine. I preferred my women to have nice firm and good sized asses and tits, big enough for my hands to squeeze. The more I looked at this girls plain jain face and flat hair, the more turned off I was.

I wouldn't fuck this chick, so she couldn't possibly be a past one night stand. Maybe I was too drunk to notice her lack of chest, ass and hideous clothes.

Surprisingly, her wide eyes were staring me up and down too, much longer than normal. I resisted the urge to smirk. Given, it was the female population's obvious response to seeing me, especially half naked.

She suddenly gasped loudly before her eyes met mine. I was slightly confused by her reaction. She didn't seem seductive or like she was trying to catch my attention. She didn't reek of desperation but rather genuine confusion.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked bluntly. She couldn't just stand there like a moron gaping at me. It wasn't fucking normal. I had better things to do like put on some underwear.

Maybe she was selling candy for her highschool.

I scowled at her lack of response.

"I thought this was my dorm room. My dorm keys worked." She finally spoke. I fully expected her voice to be as annoying as her damn bright and hideous attire, but it was instead, I had to admit, sweet as fuck. I had half the mind imagining what she would sound like moaning my name. I fucked hookers for crying out loud, I couldn't possibly be thinking that this random chicks voice was more than pleasing. It was soft, feminine and a sound I would love to hear more often.

"Well, clearly it's not since I lived here on my own for the past year." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Maybe I could scare her away. She must have clearly been in some sort of miscommunication situation, since this dorm room was mine and not hers.

"I-I'm sorry." She apologized, her soft voice ringing again in my ears. Fuck. I haven't heard anything like it before. The girls I associated with either sounded femininely deep or squeaky as fuck. There was no in-between.

I took my actual time to really scan her face once again. Her features at first glance, came off as boring. But the more I stared, the more I really saw how beautiful her face actually was. Even I had enough balls to admit that her lightly tanned and clear skin, straight and small nose and her thin pink lips were a good combination.

She suddenly began searching her jeans pockets, her hands a fumbly and nervous mess. Geez, I knew I affected people by eliciting fear in them or desire, but what she was displaying now was dead on anxiety, as if I was about to pounce on her. Maybe I was. Maybe an afternoon fuck was what I needed, plain Jane or not. Waiting impatiently for her to speak the fuck up as a normal person would have, she let some papers drop causing me to roll my eyes. She was clearly a mess. And that was coming from a super fucked up guy.

Finally, she let her eyes scan the papers in a rush before looking at me again. Wait, were her eyes really so bright before?

"Are you. . . Olivia Waters?" She asked stupidly.

What the absolute fuck? "Do I look like a fucking 'Olivia Waters' to you?"

"I don't know. People change their genders these days with the gender fluidity they use at the-" She cut herself off, her cheeks turning bright red.

What the actual fuck was wrong with her, and what the fuck was she talking about?

"I'm just gonna...go." She turned around and rushed towards the door. If I could explain myself to someone in the next few seconds, I would have no reason behind why I suddenly rushed after her, not wanting her to leave this room. Why, it was beyond me. She seemed annoying enough for me to distance myself from her and far too dumb. My hand latched around her skinny wrist and she let out a feminine squeak. Her back collided with my front and it sent weird feelings down my body, obviously going straight to my dick. I haven't gotten some nice and warm pussy in two days. I needed to get laid as soon as possible.

"Are you insulting me, little girl?" I asked lowly, bringing my lips near her ear. She smelled actually really nice. Pleasant, even.

"No." She denied, her voice wavering. She seemed to shiver by my touch. Sure I had a certain effect on females, but have this chick never been touched before? She surely must have been, she was already in college. I remember having a pretty active sex life in my sophomore year of highschool already, going through all the senior girls and fucking their pussies raw.

I couldn't fuck this girl though, she seemed as if she would run away as soon as I touched her. Besides, I needed bigger tits from her and she didn't have them.

"Well, take your things and fuck off before I make you." She should go now, before I really get impatient. I was an extremely impatient person and I didn't feel like dealing with this shit now.

"Hey! This is my dorm room too." Her voice raised an octave louder, causing me to raise a brow in surprise.

"I have to get dressed unless you want to fucking watch me while I do so." I said right back.

"Can you stop swearing? It's unattractive."

"Is that why you can't stop staring at me?"

She flushed red. "No!"

Oh baby, if you want me to believe you, stop fucking blushing. She looked like a damn tomato.

"Get out. We can solve this when I'm finished dressing and your stalker eyes aren't staring me down."

"I wasn't-" She began in outrage. "You are the most disrespectful and rude human. What a waste of a good face?"

I smirked slowly. She clearly wasn't from around here. Disrespectful and rude human? What the fuck? I wanted to laugh. She was equally annoying as she was amusing, and she was a flustered mess. For some reason, I enjoyed her red cheeks and seeing the visible affect I had on her. She was like a little school girl.

"So you admit my face is a good sight?"

"Ugh you-"

"Hot male specimen? Sex god?" I offered.

Her eyes widened. "No, infuriating being!"

A rush of adrenaline went through me by the way she raised her voice. It was unexpected and I clearly agitated her. I was enjoying this way too much. Who the fuck was this chick? If it were any other girl, we'd be fucking by now and my rude attitude would have been what turned her on.

She was really small compared to me, reminding me of a confused child. A baby.

"Go ahead, baby. Get out." I said, an amused smile at my lips.

"I will- I will be back." She said through a forced voice, her cheeks red.

I only then noticed her suitcase as she began trudging towards the door. I sent her a mocking wave, waiting for another cute reaction. This girl may be plain Jane, but I then decided that I wouldn't mind fucking her. I bet her pussy was tight as fuck. My dick twitched as I thought about being buried balls deep into her. She had to be really warm and wet, so silky and tight.

Fuck, I needed to get laid. Two days is too long.

She was just about to leave, when suddenly she looked again at me.

"And by the way, you do look like an Olivia." She said. My face must have clouded with anger as I took offense. Obviously it wasn't close to true. She giggled joyously before exiting with a loud bang.

What the fuck just happened?

I wanted her to come back.

The suitcase she left behind assured me that I would see the annoying plain Jane again.

~

Not thirty minutes later, I was being called down to the dean's office. I swore under my breath, realizing that it must have had something to do with that girl who clearly got the wrong dorm room. They gave her a key to my room, I was definitely gonna have words with that bitch they called the headmaster. She was fucking incompetent and always bitching on my back for no reason. She had no evidence whatsoever of my daily activities, or my job so she couldn't do shit. But it didn't stop her annoying as hell ass from always being on my back.

I was nearly out of the residences building when I received the call. I grumbled profanities under my breath, partially cursing that weird chick and also this stupid ass fucking system that got our rooms mixed up.

In five minutes time, I reached her office and without knocking, barged right in. I noticed the brown haired girl first, sitting in the wooden bench opposite to Professor Flynn. I kept my eyes trained on her head before banging the door close. I took a seat next to the girl, who's name I still didn't know.

She was fidgeting nervously in her seat, her hands shaking. I glared at the annoying movement of her hands in my side view, and clenched my fists. What the hell was wrong with her? Was she ill?

"Well, do you have anything to say about your behavior, Mr. Black." The headmaster questioned, staring right at me.

So messing up our dorm rooms was my problem, my mistake? What kind of drugs was this lady on?

"Yes. I acted the way I did, because I don't need and want a fucking roommate." I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. The annoying chick probably made up some shit to Prof Flynn. I didn't even do anything wrong.

"Mr. Black, foul language is not allowed in this college!" She scolded.

Stupid bitch, she was going to make me angry real quickly.

"But whores are, in fact I'm looking at one right now." She was fucking the maths Professor Devlin, we all knew.

Prof Flynn gasped, pounding her fist against the wooden desk. This time, I really rolled my eyes at her dramatics.

"That is no way to talk, young man. This is probably the hundredth time I've warned you in a year. One more wrong move and you're out!"

Blah, blah, blah. I could count on two hands the amount of times we had this conversation. She couldn't do shit to me, she was afraid. I would be too. I was the leader of one of the biggest gangs in the state, I could rid of her in a second without anyone suspecting a thing.

I noticed the brown haired girl flinch, seemingly scared. I narrowed my eyes and scooted closer towards her. She was the reason that Prof Flynn was on my back once again, for absolutely nothing this time. Other times I came in here was because I either scared the shit out of someone, misbehaved in public or pounded someone's face in. For the first time I could honestly say I did nothing wrong.

The closer I got to her, the more her eyes widened and the further she moved away. For fucks sake, she was mentally ill wasn't she? Girls usually came closer, not further away. Professor Flynn looked down at some paper, so I gripped her wrist for the second time today, and roughly pulled her closer.

"This is all your fault." I whispered lowly. "You better not sign that sheet, princess." I mocked.

"Your expectation standards are too high." She blurted.

Excuse me?

"Whether you like it or not, you are sharing that dorm room with Daisy over here. Do you understand?" The whore asked sternly.

"No, I speak Zulu." I said dryly.

Daisy. Her name was Daisy. Weirdly enough it suited her. She reminded me of a flower anyway, small, and sheltered. And she smelled pleasant.

"Mr. Black, shut up. And Ms. Mckenway, since you so clearly have something to say, speak up."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Is it actually ethical that the opposite gender could reside in the same hold?" Daisy asked.

Okay, there was no way this chick wasn't on something. "I think what she means to ask, 'Can two people that are able to have sex sleep in the same bedroom?'"

Daisy gasped and Prof. Flynn merely rolled her eyes.

"No Daisy, not actually. Though I'm really sorry for the inconvenience. You had applied a bit too late, that's probably my excuse. Usually students apply months earlier, yet you did a mere two weeks ago. About fifteen dorm rooms are in renovation due too many vandalism. For the time being- probably three to four months- I suggest you stay with Mr. Black."

"Her inconvenience? What about mine? You expect me to live with a chick? What the hell do you take me for?" I scoffed, crossing my arms. I paid my fees on time every month and very sufficiently for this bitch to throw some stray and obviously mentally ill girl into my dorm. This was fucking bullshit.

"You have been living alone for a year now. Don't you think it's a bit unfair?" She rose a brow. "End of discussion. I want you to sign these agreement sheets and abide by it."

Daisy stood up and took the sheet from her outstretched arm. She handed me one and I grabbed it before letting my eyes scan over it. It was the shit I never ever bothered to read. One rule in particular caught my attention.

#12 Sexual relationships are not allowed.

If I was going to have a roommate, I should at least be getting something out of it. Like sex. I ticked all the blocks quickly before handing it back. The headmaster bitch scanned the pages before looking at me and rolling her eyes.

"Mr. Black, why on earth do you not agree with rule number twelve?"

"Because there's no fun in that, right? If I will be living with a girl for the next three months I might as well make it worth it." Daisy looked at him me with wide eyes. I couldn't help but send a wink towards her.

She seemed so nervous and fidgety, and the longer I sat next to her I realized that she wasn't weird or mentally ill for acting the way she did, she was simply nervous and shy. I hated the idea of sharing a room with someone, but that hatred dimmed down when I realized I would get to live with Daisy. Pleasant smelling, small and hideously wearing outfits Daisy.

I looked forward to messing with her. Maybe it could drive her the fuck away to never come back.

***

Initially, I had places to be and people to meet that evening, but Daisy was walking back to the dorm room so I followed her. I couldn't explain why, but her presence was soothing. I enjoyed the way she would glance at me and think I didn't notice. She seemed like a reserved and decent girl, and my morals were telling me to leave her the hell alone. But me, the overpowering and darker version of myself wanted me to fuck with her.

We came to a halt in front of my dorm room. I pulled the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door. I gestured for her to walk in first, which she seemed most surprised by.

No sweetheart, I'm not a gentlemen. I wanted to see your ass up ahead of me. She smiled, which shocked me at how gorgeous it was. This girl really was sexy, I had to give her that. But she didn't have the usual sexiness, she seemed so innocent and confused with the world. I was extremely captured by the whole concept of her. Who was she? I wanted to know more. She didn't look like she belonged here for a second.

"Monkeys first." I said, not being able to stop myself from wiping that gorgeous smile off her face. I didn't cause people to smile, so I had no idea why the hell she was smiling

"Donkeys follow." She retorted, sending me a extra sweet smile instead. Fuck, I forgot how feisfy she could be. Like how she defended herself when we met an hour ago.

"How lame?" I scoffed, pushing her inside.

She stumbled a bit with wide eyes looking at me, expecting me to stop her from falling. I had half the mind to, but it wasn't who I was. She could fall face first and I wouldn't care. I didn't give a fuck about other people, let alone preppy girls who I couldn't care for. She was cute, but that was the extent of my liking to her.

"Uh, help me?" She asked.

I smirked and shut the door, locking it. Time to mess with this bitch. I outstretched an arm, holding it out for her. She sighed and placed her hand in mine. I easily pulled her light weight up, then dropoed her again. She groaned and rubbed her probably aching ass.

"Your expectation standards are too high." I said, suddenly remembering what she told me before. I laughed loudly at her expression of shock, it amusing me more that it was supposed to.

Instead of being angry at me, her cheeks blossomed red and she smiled slightly. Why the fuck was she smiling? I just embarrassed her.

"How lame?" She said, lifting herself off the ground.

"Oh really. Admit it babe, I got you good."

"Fine, whatever."

"Now, I think we have to establish some rules on our own." I suggested, plopping myself onto my bed. Daisy walked towards my bed as well, before sitting down.

"What do you suggest?" She asked cutely, her red cheeks reminding me of a little girl.

"No messing with my stuff could be one." I said immediately. I didn't usually keep gang related things all over the place. It could be evidence if that headmaster bitch ever decided to lay a case against me. But I did have a registered gun in this dorm just in case of emergency. The illegal shit was in either the many warehouses or the gym.

"Yeah, no messing with my stuff too." She agreed.

"Rule number two: no sitting on my bed." I scowled, shooing her off. She couldn't be this close if we weren't gonna fuck.

"You're a jerk, you know." She huffed sitting on her own bed.

"Trust me, I know."

She rolled her eyes which really annoyed me. No one disrespected me, but obviously this rich little, pink suitcase carrying girl thought she could. She had no idea who I was, did she?

"Number three: no communicating with me unnecessarily and out of this room." I decided. I had enough baggage as it was, I didn't need her to annoy me.

"Why?" She looked offended. Not my problem.

"Because,"

"Continue?"

"Because you are not my type. You seem like a little princess. 'Daddy's rich girl' and all that. It's embarrassing." I stated nonchalantly. I didn't really think that about her. I knew to never judge a book by it's cover. For all I knew, she could have gone through the same shit as I did. I highly doubted that though.

"You are right. In fact, don't talk to me at all. If this is the part where we judge, I'd say you're a cold hearted, uncaring idiot that cares for none but himself."

Again, she surprised me.

But what the fuck? If anyone dared talk to me in such a disrespectful manner, I would have had them in a headlock by now. But I didn't hurt girls, and this bitch was so lucky that I didn't. Also, even the idea of laying hands on this girl to hurt her made me sick. She seemed so entirely innocent and small, so naive and fucking clueless. Anyone intending to hurt her intentionally would be a sicko.

"Don't dare talk to me like that, Daisy." I decided to say, keeping my slight anger at bay. She shouldn't have to witness me like that.

"Well, don't you dare judge me like that."
She said back, her voice slightly wavering.

"Whatever, bitch."

I half expected her to send some insult my way, but she didn't. This girl was so confusing. I looked at her expression and it looked awfully hurt. Guilt overcame me and I had the urge to apologize. It seemed so wrong to call her a bitch when I didn't know her. The actual truth was that she seemed like a nice girl. Decent enough and proper. I was an ass for treating her like shit.

"What's your name?" I heard her soft voice ask.

I was confused. She was talking to me again?

"Jason." I answered.

"Well Jason, I'm Daisy McKenway, your new roommate and from now onwards you will learn to respect me."

Shocked, I watched her lie down on her side, her back towards me. I continued looking at her head till I heard light breathing, indicating she fell asleep.

I sat upright and got off of the bed, moving closer towards her. When I looked down at her, she really was sleeping. Before I could stop myself my hand bent downwards to move a stand of hair behind her ear. Her face was gorgeous, absolutely stunning with not a trace of makeup on it. My heart stuttered when a familiarity filled me. I knew her. I knew her from somewhere, I'm so sure that I did.

Memories of that night almost over one year ago filled my mind.

Holy fucking shit.

The more I stared at her, I realized that it was her. The girl I met for one night, who had me completely captivated. I let her slip out of my fingers and after looking for her for one week, I decided to give up.

What was she doing that night in that club? Question's filled my mind.

It was really her. And she was more beautiful than ever. I stepped away from her, still absolutely surprised. What were the odds that she became my roommate?

I had no idea what the fuck the universe was trying to do, but God, they should have just kept her away.

Away from a monster like me.

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