DAISY

"No, Jax, I really can't join you guys for lunch. I'm so sorry but I have to get to the library." I said for the fifth time in a minute, yet it never seemed to register in Jaxon's mind. He frowned deeply and ceased his eyebrows.

"But. . . But you said you would share an extra-large sized pizza with me." He whined.

"Sorry, pal. Not today." I shook my head and smiled sadly at him. I had to get my English essay structured, it was due on Friday which sadly meant tomorrow. My grades had to be straight 'A's which I was willing to sacrifice lunch time to achieve. Lets just call it a habit to want to achieve an A for every assignment or test I have done.

It was Thursday. The second last day of classes before everyone went back home, which really, was a half hour walking distance. I pondered on why students lived on residence, when their homes were a walking distance away. Well, most of them besides international students. That made no sense at all. I was no hypocrite, because Declyn Drive was about an hour away. That was a reasonable explanation as to why I was here. Besides the fact that I wanted to get rid of my old 'friends' too.

I gripped my books to my chest, as if suddenly someone would come along and snatch it out of my grip. I had some serious trust issues.

"Fine." Jaxon said, pouting. I giggled and slapped his shoulder lightly.

"Be a man. Or else I'll start believing Mavis's words." I warned playfully.

"What did she say?" He asked suspiciously.

"Nothing to insult you directly but she did say something about the group consisting of one guy only." I recalled Mondays weird churn of events.

"That witch!"

I chuckled and patted him on the back before slowly turning to go back to the library, were Jaxon had dragged me from in the first place. "I'll see you in chemistry." I called.

"Yeah. I love you, sweetheart!" He winked.

I blushed embarrassed as the people lurking around send us grins. I turned around and send him a slight glare earning me a chuckle. I swear I felt like I have known that goof for more than just three and a half days. I entered the library after swiping my student card at the entrance. I found the previous desk I was working by before and opened my seat. Twenty minutes later, I was finished with planning my essay, all I had to do was write my draft before emailing Professor Javier- one of my English professors to proof read it before finally confirming it. I sighed in relief and rested back in the hard-wooden chair.

And to think, getting an English essay in my first week.

The faint smell of lavender rested in the air, combined with the smell of old and fading books. It smelt purely of school and ninety percents, causing me to smile slightly and drift off into a friendly day dream. Monday was my first day of learning and it was the day I met the lovely people I called my friends. My usually spiraling and edgy emotions slowly stopped going haywire and I kept it neutral, considering what had been happening the past month. I had escaped my dull and threatening past back at 'home'. I met Penny- the lovely girl that introduced me to the rest. Everything has been going fine. I didn't want to disrupt my harmony by being a pessimist. But something, something so fishy has been going on.

For the past two days I've ignored everyone and everything out of the ordinary. Or who didn't fit into any level of normalcy. Besides the gangs, the fights, the creeps and everyone crazy with a pulse, for me things were catching up. But then there was this little pink, jelly like substance shaped into a skull head that has been passing around college. I have noticed it in the hallways, in class, in the public toilets and even in my favorite coffee shop; Sweet Kisses. I haven't suspected anything at first, because it simply looked like a sweet.

But I knew that it wasn't. I knew that it was anything but a cute little, harmless sweet. It was drugs. Back home Lucien used to disguise his drugs as harmless candy, which I found absolutely horrible. What if a kid got a hold of it? It reminded me of when my mom used to tell me that tablets weren't sweets, and that I should never put anything in my mouth that didnt come from a candy wrapper.

"Thinking about me?"

My eyes shot open immediately and I studied the figure sitting directly in front of my desk.

"Jason," I said warily. He was acting strange lately. After what happened with Ace, he has rarely been talking to me nor being at the dorm for that matter. Every day he left and came back sporting a new bruise on his cheek. He always wore a hoodie to cover up his tampered-on face and almost never took it off. But at least I was aware about him. Ace on the other hand disappeared into thin air and I haven't seen him since he dislocated my shoulder by simply leaning onto me.

"Why would I be? Besides," I rose my brows. "You weren't supposed to communicate with me out of our dorm room. You're breaking rule number three." I stated.

"Fuck rules. They were made to be broken anyway." He scoffed.

"To you maybe." I counted dryly, gripping my pen before I started writing again. I wanted my hands busy when he was around, because if I was simply just sitting, I'd have to focus my full attention on him. And that usually got me awkward and shy. Having to say something the whole time but not having anything to say was something I have always had a problem with. That was why I preferred a group of three or more so that I wouldn't do all the talking and someone else could. I preferred just listening and then adding my opinion.

"Yes, to me. Because I'm Jason Black, the freaky gang member aren't I?" He snapped.

"I wasn't judging you. That's your job. You got it all wrong if I don't observe." I said, avoiding eye contact. "I have a question for you."

"Don't you always?" He rolled his eyes.

"Where have you been lately?" I asked anyway.

He stared at me weirdly. "I don't know if I have given you the idea or impression that we're friends, but we are not friends. So, either you ask me what my favorite color is, I am not answering your question."

"Fine. A mystery is always a challenge." I said in a snarky tone.

"Not if you know that you won't find anything out in the end. Curiosity killed the cat."

"That reminds me," I said thoughtfully. "Where have Ace disappeared to?"

"Shut the fuck up, Daisy," I flinched at his harsh tone. I swear this guy had the worst personality ever. He was completely unpleasant to talk to. He was either always being judgmental, or rude, or simply sarcastic. "You aren't allowed to ask me any questions. You're just my roommate. Nothing else." He said snappily.

I blushed in embarrassment and lowered my head, defeated. He didn't have to treat me like crap. I might have been a tad bit nosy, but I really thought I needed to know if Ace was okay. I was the one who found him and helped him. Then suddenly he disappeared into thin air the next day. That thought made me really annoyed, so I shoved my notes and pens quickly in my bag and closed it. I got up in a haste and slung it over my shoulder, completely ignoring Jason's scrutinizing gaze burning holes into my head. He decided to sit by my desk, but the moment I spoke to him he was rude. What an unpleasant jerk?

"You really don't have to leave." He said suddenly.

"Either you do, or I."

"Oh. come on, I didn't tag you as a sensitive wussy."

"That's because I'm not! I simply asked you a question and you decided you're going to be a jerk about it. You could have nicely told me that 'he's fine' or something." I snapped. For some unexplainable and totally absurd reason, he laughed.

I huffed and crossed my arms. "Jerk." I muttered.

He chuckled. "You're funny, really. And so cute when you get all worked up."

My heart stuttered when he called me cute.

"Whatever, I'm going." I proceeded to walk away when his hand gripped my wrist.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop being a jerk." He muttered. "Just. . . Stay here, with me."

My eyes widened slightly and felt this weird sensation in my stomach. It felt nice. "Have you gone through a break-up or something? Do you need me to be your emotional companion?" I asked curiously.

"A break-up? I've never been in a relationship before, nor have I had feelings." He said, staring oddly at me.

"Oh, right. You're Jason Black." I said dryly. Apparently he was too cool for feelings.

"You sure got that right, babe. Now sit down."

My cheeks warmed up at the pet name.

"Whatever steers your wheel." I sat down onto my previous seat and placed my books down beside me. I propped my elbows onto the wooden table and looked at him, wondering what had possessed him to talk to me.

"Since we are here 'so' coincidentally, why don't we play a game." I said, making air quotes on 'so'. He rose a brow in what seemed to be curiosity, and slowly licked his lip ring. I didn't know what suddenly went wrong with my brain, but I did find that attractive.

Jason stared at me hard with his scrutinizing gaze. I faltered a bit and cleared my throat, feeling completely awkward and tense. His green eyes were shining, but not because of any expression besides blankness. Emptiness. It was as if he was thinking nothing at all, but it was clear that the gears in his head were churning wildly.

He was analyzing me- for an unknown reason that I didn't know of. And it made me feel extremely self-conscious.

"We can play a game, yes. You can be the sexy doctor and I'll be your patient." He suggested, chuckling afterwards.

"Pfft, you can play that with your girlfriend. I wonder how she will react to you flirting with every living thing." I said, nervously. I had no idea why I was nervous in the first place anyway. Actually, that was a lie. I had some idea, the first one being he was so damn attractive face.

"I have a girlfriend? Where?" He looked genuinely confused. I guess Alexis wasn't his girlfriend.

"What about Alexis?"

"Holy," His eyes widened. "Shit that's sick. She's my fuckin' baby sister you retard." He cursed, looking grossed out. I gasped, quite offended but mainly surprised.

"She's your sister? You told me that you only have one sibling!" I accused, surprised that he would life about something so simple.

"So? Don't believe what I say, I always feed people shit anyways."

I scoffed and averted my attention from him. That unbelievable son of a gun. I knew he would lie, but not about something that was so simple and open. For some very strange reason, I was glad that Alexis wasn't his girlfriend.

"We're going to play twenty-one questions, but this time I want the truth. I want to know more about my roommate." I said bravely. I only initiated this game in the first place because I was curious about him. Far too curious.

"Whatever. Believe what you want to." He stated, sounding bored.

"Good. We're ready. Now I'll start." I coughed a bit, playing with the strands of my shoulder-length chestnut colored hair to keep my hands busy. "Number one- what's your favorite colors?" I asked.

"Black."

"Okay, now it's your turn." I advised

"Are you a virgin?"

I coughed violently and choked on my spit. The nerve of him! "I'll keep that to myself thank you very much!" I exclaimed, appalled by his nerve to ask me something so personal.

"Fine. Don't answer me, but just don't expect the truth from me either."

"Fine! I am a virgin. Are you happy now?" I blushed feeling abashed that I had to admit that. I was only freaking seventeen for gods sake. I wasn't legal to take place in intercourse anyway. Not that I would once I hit eighteen, but still. . .

"Hmm, tempting." He licked his lips causing my heart to skyrocket. "Now come with me, I can change that." He said seriously, attempting to get up.

"No! Sit down you animal." I rushed out.

Jason's lips curved up at the side slightly and I knew that he found this amusing. "We'll continue."

"Sure."

"Okay, good. Now my turn. Number two- what do you want at this moment." I asked, leaning forward in interest. I wouldn't be surprised if it was a Lamborghini or something.

"Easy. I want you." He shrugged. It was amazing how his mood could change so easily, but it was also unnerving.

"Ha-ha, be serious." I laughed nervously. How was he able to make me nervous, shy, frustrated and angry at him at the same time?

"It's the damn truth. I. Want. You. Right now."

"Uh-huh..." I trailed off, my cheeks heating up almost painfully.

"My turn now, babe. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Uh. . . no. Not that it was any of your business." I scoffed. "Number three- what is your worst fear?"

"I'm going to tell you, but if you tell anyone I will have to kill you. Okay? Good. My worst fear is losing something that means a lot to me. My turn- What type on underwear do you wear? A-cartoon, B-sexy Victoria Street or C-nothing. I'd prefer C when you are with me."

"Or D-none of the above. Ugh, I've had enough. Goodbye, Jason."

"Whatever, prude." He smirked. "And by the way, we're finishing this tonight. And maybe after that you can strip for me- that way I would know what kind of underwear you wear."

I glared angrily at him and stomped out of the library.

Inappropriate son of a gun.

It was chemistry and guess my luck when the devil himself decided to sit next to me. He was doing a first-year course, which surprised me.

"Holy. . . do you really have to stalk me?" I sighed, exasperated.

"Not everything is about you, babe. Maybe I just found this seat interesting." He smirked.

"Sure, interesting." I muttered, keeping my head lowered. Professor Stein entered the room with his briefcase and immediately began the lesson. I was relieved because I didn't have to pay my attention to Jason after then. We went into depths with the periodic table of elements and something about chemical bonds and salts. I couldn't concentrate properly especially when I had Jason sitting beside me and playing Clash of Clans on his phone. Besides, I preferred the less complicated work in chemistry.

"Turn to page eighty-three in your guide books and you'll find the heading Crystals and Salts. Tomorrow we'll be heading down to the labs and working on this practical in groups of two to three. Your report will be submitted on Friday- one month from now and no later than that or you will get a zero. Now read over the steps and elaborate with your partners."

Everyone stood up and found their partners. I proceeded to do so but was stopped by a hand on my wrist. I knew who it was, so I didn't bother trying to rip free.

"For gods sake, what on earth do you want, Jason?" I pegged him as mysterious, moody and rude before. But now he was just being plain bothersome. If he didn't want to be friends, I didn't see why we should have spoken at all. He was far too confusing. I preferred a simple and calm life, which is why I wanted to steer clear of complicated people as such.

"I need a chemistry partner. Preferably one who is smart and one that would hand the shit in on time." Jason drawled lazily.

"We require separate reports that are dissimilar. And how would you know if I'm smart?" I ripped my hand from his grip and glared at him, astounded by his nerve. This guy will surely be the damn painful death of me. I'll just have to wait, and in a few months time I'll have another dorm room and roommate and be off on my merry way.

I walked away without sending him a second glance and found a seat next to Penny and Grayson.

"Hey guys," I said cheerily.

"Hi, Daisy." Grayson smiled. I nodded pleased and started a conversation with Penny.

"So, crystals? Like diamonds or quartz? This should be interesting. Can't we be in a group or something?" I asked.

"Nope, only partners of two. Daisy is my partner!" Penny rushed out.

"Damn it, you beat me to it." Grayson sulked, causing me to laugh.

The day was finally over, and I was happily on my way to the dorms, when suddenly someone pulled me to the side. I gasped loudly in surprise, afraid that it might be some sort of creep in this creep town. My first instinct was too jamming my elbow into his 'treasures' since it was clearly a male, but I knew that I didn't have an exact angle. I did the next thing a girl would preferably do;

I stepped on his foot, hard.

"Ouch! Shit, what is wrong with you?"

Oh god.

"Ace?" I asked confused.

"Yes, yes it's me now before you decide to hurt my private area, I'll let you go."

Ha! At least he knew where my mind wondered off to.

"Ace? You freak, where have you been? You cant just disappear without an explanation of what happened to you, and you most certainly cannot grab a girl like that. Do you have any idea how scared I was?" I scolded and spun around the moment he let go.

'I'm sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "Besides, we don't like know each other so that information remains irrelevant to you." I slapped his arm in disagreement.

"We've spent a long night trudging up that road full of your blood, I really do think we know each other. Well, kind of maybe, but still. Okay I don't actually mean we like know, know each other but in a way, I kind of do maybe know you. I could probably list all the adjectives of your behavior or personality or something. But I never meant that I know, know you like where you're from, but I do know you." I frowned in confusion at my own blabbering.

Ace chuckled suddenly. "You are really cute you know that? Jason is one lucky fuck to have you."

"Excuse me, he does not 'have me'. And don't swear. I already tolerate Jason, I don't need another person in my life swearing." I advised, crossing my arms. Maybe I was being a bit uptight. . .

"Person in your life, huh? I won't mind getting married to you, don't worry. But only once I hit twenty-three, not right now."

I gasped. "That's not what I meant!"

"You are the one who got your words jumbled." He smirked.

"Ugh, you are like a prototype of your brother." I muttered, annoyed. Okay, I was definitely being uptight.

He chuckled smoothly and gripped my hand. "Come on, I want to show you something."

"Show me what?" I asked curiously.

"Just come on."

"Okay." I agreed.

We walked in silence for ten minutes when the silence suddenly diminished and booming voices plus laughter came from ahead. I shivered in wonder and hugged myself tightly. Luckily for me, I was dressed warmly so the wind didn't bother me too much. Ace and I walked further and that was when I noticed a large crowd in the midst of a closed and empty lane. I was so confused as to where we were, so I hurriedly walked in line with Ace, just to make sure I didn't lose him.

"Where are we?" I asked curiously. For some reason I felt like I could trust Ace in a way, maybe because he was Jason's brother and I trusted Jason? But then again, I've known Jason for about two weeks now. Trust was a bit too early at this stage. Especially for me.

It was weird, because my trust for people were extremely low.

"This is my explanation as to why I was bleeding three days ago. Here it is- street fighting." He pointed to the large crowd where deep voices and boisterous laughter was coming from a distance away.

"What does this have to do with anything?" I wondered.

"You deserve an explanation for Monday night. You helped me, and all I gave you in the end was a 'dislocated shoulder'." He chuckled and I blushed as a result, remembering how dramatic I was. "Here's the reason I was bleeding. There was an unfair fight between me and a few guys. They won in the end by cheating." He explained.

"Why would you do this kind of stuff anyway?"

"Because. . . That is something that you really don't have to know," He chuckled. "Aren't you a nosy one?"

"I'm not," I said defensively. "I'm just curious."

"Remember what I told you?"

"Yeah, yeah, curiosity killed the cat. I'm not a child." I grumbled sarcastically remembering how Jason said the same thing earlier today.

"You're pretty adorable. I would have asked you on a date but then that would lead to my brother murdering me with a butter knife. I'd rather not that happen. We'll keep things strictly just friends." He tapped my nose in the end.

I found myself blushing in reply and turned to look away from him. I didn't want him to see me blush, so I simply began walking away to the direction that we came from. I still had a game of twenty-one questions going on with Jason tonight. My senses had to be prepared. I couldn't be a mad blushing mess.

"Hey! You're blushing. Let me see."

"No!" I yelled playfully. All I heard when I slowly walked away was his stupid laughter. He reminded me of Jason, really.

He caught up to me and laughed again.

"What do you even mean by that?" I asked, considering his words from before.

"By me not being able to ask you out? I know my brother, and I know for a fact that he already has his sights on you."

"That's a lie. He barely tolerates me, and he teases me all the time." I said truthfully. Jason liking me? Not possible. I wasn't particularly unattractive, but I had plain and limp brown hair and dull hazel eyes. I was a bit shorter than a girl my age was supposed to be, and I thought of myself to be boring. I wasn't adventurous or spontaneous like the girls I imagined Jason to be attracted to. Given all that and the fact that Jason treats me sourly most of the time. He wasn't the most welcoming roommate. Ace really had to think twice before he made such bold statements and messed with my head and feelings.

"Oh please, he finds you intriguing. His words, not mine."

My eyes widened. Jason's spoke about me to Ace? I was so confused. I thought he couldn't stand me.

Ace was probably wrong. I was sure that Jason couldnt stand me for longer than two minutes.

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