JASON

Three days passed since that day at the beach. While trying to forget those memories that wasn't even supposed to be remembered, I acted on impulse - as I always did - and did some pretty fucked up things.

All because of Daisy.

I honestly couldn't get her out of my head. Her chestnut colored hair, her softly glowing hazel eyes, and her smile that was always gentle and so light it could brighten up the whole dorm room. Something about her made me feel so protective, like I couldn't let anyone bring any harm to her. Maybe I was insane. I barely knew her at all and yet I was still thinking about her far too much.

She has been making things so much more complicated without even knowing it herself. Just by being in her presence I felt like I had to be on my best behavior and act sweet all the time. I would try to be nice to people occasionally, but generally I wasn't a nice person. When I grew up my father taught me to be tough and hard, not soft and gentle. The way I treated people could only be blamed on the way I grew up. No matter how hard I tried to be nice towards people, towards Daisy, I just couldn't help to be the opposite instead. It was a force of habit to be guarded and suspicious of everyone around me.

Now, in front of me lied one of my most trusted drug dealers that decided to use the supply of drugs that he was supposed to sell for me, losing me thousands of dollars in the process and making loyal customers angry. Making me livid. I absolutely hated when they didn't follow their orders and do what they were supposed to, to get the job done.

I chuckled at his form lying on the ground. Like any other sane human being, I felt remorse, guilt, regret and sympathy. I, however, rarely ever felt those emotions because I was surrounded by stupid fucks that didnt deserve any pity.

"So, tell me," I began and shoved him with my foot. His dirty body rolled over, his face now facing me. His eyes held so much pain and fear, I almost wanted to slap him hard upside the head. You're supposed to be a fucking man. We don't show pain.

"Where's are my drugs? I gave them to you one month ago and you are three days pass your deadline." I reminded him

"I lost them." He coughed loudly, spitting out a blob of blood on the floor.

"Gross." I muttered in disgust.

I rolled my eyes and glanced at my wrist watch. 11:48. I didn't have time for him. Growing angrier, I gave him one hard kick to the stomach. Blood gurgled out of his disgusting mouth and tears sprung to his eyes. I hated criers. I hated the fact that grown men would cry. Couldn't they handle a little pain? I remembered being stabbed once when I was sixteen, but I didn't shed a single tear.

"Where. Is. It?" I growled, crouching down to his level.

"I- I told you. I l-lost it." He said breathlessly.

Chuckling, I smacked his bruised face. "Jonathan, Jonathan, John. I can call you John can I?" I smirked raising a brow. Sometimes these encounters of mine were so much fun. I always got to beat them up and not the other way around.

It also reminded me of what a shit person I was.

"Y-yeah. You can."

"Alright, John. Where is my stuff? This is the last time I'm asking, or I'll kill you. I'll kill you, your family and everyone you care about." I threatened simply.

Obviously, I was just shitting him. I wouldn't dare mess with the innocent. Unless they annoyed the fuck out of me. Then that was a whole other story.

"You can't! Please I'm begging you!" He rasped out exhausted.

"I won't if you tell me where they are."

"I used them! Okay, I used them!"

I narrowed my eyes at him.

I slowly, with a sadistic smile on my face, pulled the metal gun from my waist. Aiming the gun at his head I said one last time.

"I repeat, John. Where is my stuff?"

"I'm so sorry. But I couldn't help myself from sniffing up some cocaine. I went overboard and ended up being too high to look after the van that the supply was in. I'm so sorry." He answered, lowering his head in shame. Now that's what I call fucking respect.

I scoffed at the nerve of him. "Who the fuck gave you the right to get high on a job?"

"I couldn't help myself. I've been having some problems at home and needed to let loose. I wasn't thinking clearly."

"You don't decide to let loose on a fucking job, you stupid shit. Fuck, I can't believe I'm going to say this." I muttered. Here comes the humane part of me. I fucking hated how it made me so weak.

"I'll give you two weeks to give me the money that those drugs were worth. If you try to disappear I'll find you and I'll kill you. Torture you. I want every single penny of those drugs or I'll simply shoot you in your fucking dick."

He nodded rapidly, still lying pathetically on the ground.

I smirked. I might have given him some extra time but that didn't mean I would let him off the hook. I then shot him. The sound of the gunshot rang throughout the alley, brutally. I knew the police would be here in about ten minutes because they were so fucking delayed, so with one last glance at the scumbag I left with no remorse. The bullet just grazed his shoulder, but I knew it would still be painful.

When I walked away, his yells of pain were nagging at my head. My conscience was also urging at me to go see if he was okay. But I didn't. Things would never get done if you felt an ounce of pity or guilt.

I walked down the streets while whistling alone as the cold wind gushed past me. I was wearing my signature black leather jacket. Or actually my new leather jacket since Daisy lost my favorite one. I swear if anyone else so dared touch it or better yet lost it I would've shot them in the ass. But of course, this was Daisy.

There was something about her. . . that I couldn't put my finger on. All I knew was that I had to stop thinking about her for the sake of both of us.

I probably looked like that creepy dude that walked around at night and whistled to himself for fun, looking for more escapades to catch on. It was of those rare nights I wasn't busy, and it felt relieving. All I wanted now was too get back to the dorm and sleep.

I chuckled suddenly, for absolutely no reason.

"What's so funny?" A voice came from besides me.

"Nothing. Just wondering what type of creep, I must look like just walking here at night." I chuckled.

"Trust me," Ace chuckled. "The worst kind."

"As if you look any better." I scoffed.

"At least on the inside I'm polite. Unlike you. Besides, we all know that girls dig bad boys. Especially our kind." I turned to him and he winked.

Have I missed him? Maybe.

Am I sure? Actually, fuck that. I did miss Ace a lot in the time he was gone. I didn't think much about it when he moved to Europe for four years, but now that he was back I noticed how things were so different without him.

"Not all girls." I muttered under my breath. I bet Daisy would prefer a nice guy without a criminal record. That wore khaki pants, cardigans and shiny polished shoes. I bet he had to come from the perfect family and have wonderful relationships with other perfect human beings.

Too bad my personality was messed up as fuck, and I couldn't change it even if I tried.

"I know who you are referring to, bro. Daisy, is it? She's so sweet, kind and happy it actually makes me yearn for her."

"Well, don't. Don't fucking dare." I snapped. If I couldn't have Daisy, Ace couldn't either. Just imagine, my brother pursuing the girl that I couldn't stop thinking about, and who I was heavily attracted to.

"So possessive. So jealous." He made an 'ooooh' sound before chuckling.

"How fucking childish?"

"Whatever, bro. I always know what you're thinking anyways. Four years away didnt change that. Besides, I'll lay off of Daisy if you stop shooting people." He offered.

"What? No, I have to teach them a lesson and show them who's boss." I imagined not having a gun and cringed.

"C'mon, 'boss'. Spare me a hearing I just want you to be good for a change. That way you might score a nice, beautiful girlfriend like Daisy."

Oh, I liked the sound of that. I liked it more than anything.

But no. I was not going to change for a girl.

"No. I won't stop shooting." I grumbled, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"Fine, then I'll ask Daisy on a date."

I clenched my jaw tightly and balled my hands into fists. The fucker had no idea how much I wanted to punch him right then.

"Ask her then." I gritted out.

"You know what? I actually will. We'll go on a nice, romantic date. Have a blast and maybe I could get to first base with her. How lovely it would be to kiss those soft, luscious lips. God, that nice, firm ass-"

I felt my blood boil and I probably turned red. But I didn't care. I grabbed the assholes collar and quickly raised my fist, ready to give him a noise job.

"Don't ever speak about her like that." I growled and got ready to punch his face when a sweet voice stopped me.

She was one of those people who could lure me into doing anything just by speaking. I hated that damn charm.

"Hold your horses, Jason. We wouldn't want Ace to look uglier than he already is."

I freed him and grumbled incoherent words under my breath.

"Fucking jealous." Ace swore shoving me away. "And what will you do if I ask her out?"

"Stuff a fucking flagpole up your ass." I threatened ready to stuff my fist in his face again.

Even after years of not seeing my brother, our petty, physical fights would just never seem to end. I guess that was what made him my brother. He was more of the kind, reserved and caring brother- my mother's favorite whereas I was always my father's favorite- harsh, cold, impulsive, and took absolutely no shit from anyone, upon other things.

"You're jealous."

What a bold statement to make without knowing any facts? It was true, however, so I didn't really have anything to say back.

"Jealous that she will actually consider me and not you." He continued.

I once again grabbed him tightly by the shirt, raising my fist and ready to knock the daylights out of him.

"Jason, stop." My sister ordered, and I almost stopped. But didn't. That was a low blow and I would make sure he realized it.

"Look at yourself. Fuck, I thought I'm finally done doing this," she muttered under her breath. "And all this for a girl? I thought you guys shared those sluts."

"That's the thing, Alex. She's not a slut." I said, harshly pushing Ace away from me before I really knocked him to the ground.

"And not yours either." Ace stated.

Out of everything ever, not once did we fight over a girl in the past. It sounded more valid to be fighting over who got the last fucking gummy bear than who got the girl. They were just never important, and I didn't care if Ace had my leftovers. But the situation was so completely different and somehow it ended with me wanting to shoot Ace.

"I know who you are speaking of!" Alexis exclaimed after a long moment of tense, angry silence. Well, I was the angry one.

"No, you don't."

"Yes, yes I know this one. Brunette, hazel eyes, slightly tanned skin, so short, scared of my friends. Always wearing bright and happy colors that hurt my eyes. Different to the majority of the population. Yes, I know this one." Alexis nodded assure of herself.

I couldn't exactly say she was lying because the description she gave was perfect. So different to everyone. Always with her bright colors that hurt my eyes too, though I had no problem looking at her. Her attractiveness wasn't hard to find, and her face was the definition of pretty. I would really be lying if I said I wasn't immensely attracted to her. Her lips felt amazing against mine, and I wanted to kiss her again.

"Well, guys. She seems like a nice girl, so lay off. And this is rich coming from me. I usually hate those preppy bitches who wear happy colors. Now come on, there's a fight on the 5th avenue and I was dying to go. All this happy colors, rainbows and shit are giving me a headache. I might die."

I rolled my eyes at how dramatic she was.

"Who said you can go?" I asked sternly.

"Oh please, how many times have you tried this with me?"

I sighed, already defeated. Ive always asked anyway hoping that she would just stay behind, and I wouldnt have to worry about her. But the effort was useless. She was eighteen years old and I was proud to say that my baby sister could take care of herself, courtesy to myself and Ace who have been teaching her self-defense the moment our father was finished teaching us and she was old enough.

"Let's go. Who may I be fighting tonight?" I asked, beginning to walk to the direction of the fights.

"Rex Turner."

"He just won't give up will he?" I grumbled, releasing a long sigh afterwards. The guy was seventeen years old and was so sure that he would win me one day. I'd beaten him during all seven of our fights. I admired his stubbornness, because I was just as stubborn as he was. But it was getting lame now.

After a rough, long night I was finally able to return to the dorm.

Seven rounds of winning and four bottles of beer later I found myself stumbling into the dorm room, unaware of what the time could possibly be. I was exhausted of fighting all day and dealing with shit heads like the ass who thought he could take my drugs and not give me the cash in return.

I slammed the door shut, accidently too loud and heard a small groan.

"Daisy? Are you in there?" I asked loudly over the silence.

I was met with silence and took in my surroundings. The room was really dark, disabling me to see anything really. I kicked my shoes off and the rest of my clothes until l was left in my shoes.

I mean my boxers.

Yep, I was officially drunk.

I chuckled out loud and walked towards my bed, slowly, agonizingly until I collapsed onto the softness of my pillows. A soft 'ohmph' was heard but I ignored it and cuddled into the hollows of my imaginary clouds.

The clouds began shifting, I wondered why. Nevertheless, it was really comfortable.

"C-cant breathe..."

"Shhh! I'm sleeping here care bear."

"I can't breathe you fatty, get off!"

"What...?" I sat up and stared curiously at the little kitten staring angrily back at me. What? I didn't do anything.

"What are you doing, Jason? I don't have time for your games. Just please go and sleep on your own bed. It's late." The creature snapped. I didn't know why but I wanted to lick it.

I then leaned forward. . . slowly. . . slowly. . . I licked it.

"Gross! What the hell, Jason? It's past three. I have a class test tomorrow and I need lots of sleep if I want to pass it."

"But you're so cute. Like a kitten. . . or a cloud. . .wait! A Care Bear!"

It chuckled causing me to grin. It wasn't mad anymore.

"That's my confirmation that you're drunk. Normal Jason would never say that. So, your name is Jason and I'm Daisy."

Daisy? Daisy!

"Daisy! Oh my god, you're back." I leaned forward hurriedly and hugged her.

"Yes, I'm back. But I can't play right now. I'm really tired." Daisy yawned.

I nodded, frowning. But I haven't seen her in years. Wait, I saw her yesterday. . .

"Okay, fine. I'll rock you to sleep." I offered.

"No, that's fine."

"Okay, fine. I'll get us ice-cream?"

Daisy chuckled. "That's fine, Jason. All I want to do is sleep."

"Fine. We can cuddle and then dream about each other?"

Her eyes widened briefly, before she smiled. "I like drunk Jason more than sober Jason. You're so angry when you're sober. It makes me sad." She frowned and looked down. For some reason a heavy feeling settled over me. I didn't like to see her sad.

"I'll tell Jason to be happier when he's sober, okay?" I assured.

"Yeah. Promise?"

"I promise."

I grabbed her pinky and swung it as to seal our promise.

"Shall we begin dreaming about each other? " I asked while laying down next to her.

She giggled. "Indeed, we shall, Jason."