DAISY

A loud and annoying knock came by the door the next morning. I untangled myself from Jason's sleeping body, and slowly crept off of the bed.

When the knock sounded again, I rolled my eyes and hurried to pull off Jason's sweater. I ended up in my underwear before I threw my robe over in a haste. Before I opened the door I made sure to smooth down my hair, because after last night I knew for a fact that it was all over the place.

Pulling the door open, I stuck my head out to see Professor Flynn - the headmaster and dean, taking me by complete surprise. She stood proudly and tall in her pantsuit with a clipboard in her hand. Her hair was up in a neat bun and I wondered for a second why the hell she would knock on the door and be dressed this way at six thirty in the morning. Not only was she looking at lack of rest and sleep, she was also disrupting fellow neighbours with her loudly clicking heels.

More importantly, why on earth would she come directly to my dorm room?

"Oh, you're up." She said dryly, before looking down towards her clip board.

Yeah, I'm up now. Who wouldn't be after your persistent knocking?

I smiled. "Good morning. Can I help you?"

"Remember when I promised you a new dorm?" She asked, looking at me for a second before going back to her clipboard.

"Uhm. . . Can we talk about this later after I've dressed?" I asked awkwardly.

"I have a long day ahead of me. We have to talk about this now. By the end of tomorrow I need your bags packed for my workers to move them towards your new dorm room. In level D, your new dorm will now be 134D. It was renovated and looks much better that this one."

I drowned out the rest. All I heard was 'your new dorm room'. There was no way in hell I would move from here. From Jason.

"Excuse me?" I asked, suddenly not caring if I sounded rude.

"I've made a new descion. I can't have a male and female in one room. I need you to move out as soon as possible. You will have a girl as your roommate, and Jason will have a boy as his. It's an order of conduct."

"But I told you I wanted to stay and you said it's fine." I reminded her, feeling my heartbeat essentially pick up. I couldn't sleep at night without Jason. I never felt safe without him. I couldn't move dorms. I would rarely see him given that we only share two classes and he barely shows up to them anyway.

"Change of plan, Daisy. I want you out by tomorrow." She said, before pivoting on her heel.

"Why now? Why so suddenly? I have just gotten comfortable here." I asked, before she could walk away.

"Maybe too comfortable, Miss McKenway." She spun around and sent me an icy stare. I kept in my wince. "You've been breaking many of the rules that you agreed to when you first got here. And I can only assume that it's because of Jason's influence on you."

"I'm sorry." I said hopelessly. "But you have no idea how amazing Jason is with me. You don't really-"

"Jason? The same Jason that was suspended from campus at least a hundred times for disrespect and fighting? The same Jason who beated up an innocent freshman last year for bumping into him in the hallway? I can continue if you would like me to?"

"You're horrible." I whispered.

"How am I horrible?" She narrowed her eyes.

"Bad mouthing your students because of the past? That's no way a headmaster should act."

"And that is no way for you to talk to me. I could get you kicked out of these dorm rooms in a second. So either move to level D or get kicked out."

With one last icy stare, she spun on her heel and began walking away. I glared daggers at her back, hoping I could burn holes through it. She was such a bitch. I understood her policy and code of conduct, but she should have told me in a nicer way. There were like a hundred different versions of how our interaction of a few seconds could of went differently, and all of them had a better approach.

I slammed the door after me angrily once I was back inside, effectively waking Jason up.

"What was that about?" He asked, sitting up and wiping his eyes tiredly.

"Professor Flynn said that-" I cut myself off, and wiped my eyes. I released a sigh.

"That you should move out soon?"

"How- How did you know?" I asked in surprise.

"She told me about four days ago."

"And you didn't think to warn me?" I asked him in bewilderment.

"Nope."

"Jason!"

"Relax, baby. I didn't tell you because I had a plan all along."

"What. . . plan?" I asked in suspicion.

"I've rented out an apartment about a few miles from here. It has an amazing view of the ocean and the place looks comfortable. I've checked it out already."

"You what?" I asked in confusion, walking towards the bed. I sat down at the edge of the bed slowly, trying to process his words.

"In other, better terms I want you to move in with me."

I breathed in deeply, opening my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I shut my eyes tightly for a brief second and bit my lip, the thought of moving in with Jason tempting. So, very tempting. But even though we basically lived together already, living alone with him in an open and spacious apartment away from campus was a different story. A whole different story.

"Jason, I don't know if I can do that." I told him finally, after a few seconds of silence.

A frown immediately married his features. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm not ready to take that step."

"I don't know if I should feel hurt or not."

"No! You shouldn't feel hurt at all. I'm sorry if that came out wrong but what I really meant to say is that I don't think I will be able to adjust so easily to such a different setting. I would have to take public transport to campus everyday. It would be a mission."

"I can drive anywhere you need to go."

"That's not the point, Jason." I said gently.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes. "Obviously it has to be you to make a big thing out of something so small."

"What was that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes at him. I had expected him to understand. Moving in with him would make me feel completely inferior to him. And dependent on him too. I would be living under his roof, relying on his money and transportation. I would rely on him completely and I didn't want to feel that way; so vulnerable and small. Not now, not ever.

"What I mean to say is, stop fucking making a big thing out of something small."

"I don't really know where you're coming from with these. . . accusations. Why can't you understand what I mean?"

"Daisy," he snapped his fingers in front of my face, as if I were in a daze. "It's just moving in with your boyfriend. What is the big deal?"

"The big deal, is that we would be far away from campus, the dorms and my friends! The big deal is that this is my damn home. My only home. Being miles away from here would mean that I have lost everything that I'm familiar with. I would have to be with you and only you every single day. I would have no freedom to just walk out and about because you would be the only thing I'd be familiar with. And when we get into a fight, I can't cry on someone else's shoulder or furiously stomp away! Do you you freaking get that, Jason?" I huffed out a breath after my rant.

"What about me? Can't I be your home?" He asked quietly.

I blinked at him, sadness fill me. It sounded like I didn't trust enough to rely on him. It sounded like I was too afraid to take the next step with him, because I had little faith in him. But that wasn't the case. I was just scared. Scared because moving and trying to adjust to a new home happened every single time to me. I was scared of leaving this dorm that I grew comfortable with. I was scared because I thought this dorm would be a permanent fix. And now he wanted to move. Believe me, moving in with him sounded great. But I hated the thought of everything going south, and we end up splitting apart. What would happen after that? I would have lost the dorm by then and not be able to come back. I would have nowhere to go once again, and go back to square one.

"Don't take this offensively, Jason." I said gently.

"Fuck that. I'll move out on my own. You can have this dorm." He said, before moving himself to the edge of the bed and standing up. He was absolutely butt naked, and I tried not to blush in a situation like this. The memories of last night came flooding back to me.

"Jason, don't be difficult. We will come up with a plan."

"You can't stop me from moving."

"I'm your girlfriend! Doesn't that mean anything?"

"Exactly. My fucking girlfriend won't move in with me."

"Okay, fine! I will fucking move in with you." I heaved out a breath, the cuss word stumbling out of my mouth unexpectedly.

"Great. Fucking awesome. And don't cuss."

"You do it all the time." I pointed out.

"So what? Don't. Fucking. Swear. Am I clear?"

"Yes, dad." I said sarcastically.

"Lose the attitude, Daisy. I mean it."

I looked away and rolled my eyes. He was difficult, and I couldn't help but think of all the stupid and meaningless ways we always seem to come up with to fight or argue.

"I don't have an attitude." I bit back snarkily.

"Lose the fucking attitude." He hissed out, gripping my wrist and hauling my body effortlessly towards him. I gasped as my robe fell off, leaving my in my anime underwear.

"Jason-"

"Being a bitch won't get you out of this. You're moving in with me whether you like it or not."

I gasped as felt his hard member press against my core. A small moan escaped my lips when he pressed me harder against him. I felt his lips graze my ear, before he gently bit my earlobe.

"Sexy little thing you are. I have to admit, it was so hot when you swore." He whispered, his voice near my ear. I shivered as my eyes fluttered closed. "I wonder what other dirty things your little mouth can do."

I blushed deeply at the implication.

"Uh.." I mumbled, breathing heavily. I felt his lips smirk against my ear, before he pulled my body tightly to his. My breasts pressed tightly to his chest, sending delightful shivers to my core.

His fingertips trailed up and down my back, before he snapped my bra open.

"What are you doing?" I asked, half excited.

Instead of replying, he moved his head in the nape of my head and placed hot kisses there. He licked over the previous hickeys he always seemed to be leaving.

"I will ravish you for breakfast. You're so soft." He groaned. "And your scent is fucking addictive."

I hummed in response and leaned futher into his touch.

"But unfortunately-" he pulled away, letting coldness overcome my body. "I have to go."

"You're such a tease." I shoved him away and rolled my eyes playfully.

His lips formed a smirk. "That's what you get for being turned on so easily. Damn, Sweetheart." He chuckled.

"Do not judge." I warned, narrowing my eyes at him. "You're irresistible."

I looked away, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Is that so?" He asked, his hands coming around my waist from behind.

"Hmm.."

His fingers trailed up my stomach lightly, before he gently began messaging it. I shut my eyes lightly and leaned back into him.

"What if you were pregnant?"

The question was so unexpected, I froze.

"What if from twelve weeks from now a little baby was growing inside of you. My little baby." He mumbled.

"But I told you though, I'm not pregnant." I said. It was true, after we had unprotected sex the first time, I took a pregnancy test just in case and fortunately, it came back negative.

"What if you were? I'm relieved that you're not, but just imagine, how adorable our baby would be. Just as beautiful as you, and as hot, godlike and sexy as me."

I smiled lightly. "I wouldn't call you sexy. More like average." I teased. We both knew he was anything but average.

"Oh yeah. . . Well, would an average person have brought you to your high five times in the span of two hours?"

I heated up at the thought of it.

"Get dressed. I'm gonna take you to go check out the apartment."

I couldn't help but feel giddy about that.

"Do you wanna join me in the shower before we go?" I asked seductively, using my pointy finger to trace the length up his bicep. He shivered under my touch, his eyes glazing over with lust.

"Gladly." He mumbled out, his eyes trained to my chest area.

I smirked as an idea popped up in my head. "Follow me then." I purred out, using my finger to motion him to follow. He readily compiled and ended up nearly tripping over his own feet as he eagerly began walking after me. I giggled in mischief as he stumbled after me like a lost puppy. When he was about to enter the bathroom with me I quickly pushed the door shut and leaned my back against it. Damn this door for having no lock. His stunned face was the last thing in my mind as I giggled in triumph.

"Daisy," he groaned out loud. "Can you stop being such a darn tease for once in your life."

"You've had enough last night. No more of me for you." I joked.

"I'll never get enough of you. Even after devouring you for hours, I would still be starving for more."

Admittedly, a warm blush rose to my cheeks at his serious tone.

"You're lying." I tested.

"No I'm not. Open this door and I will show you just what I mean."

I pouted and contemplated my options. Even after I tried to out-mind the master mind, he still ended up persuading me into doing his bidding. Damn him, I thought in disappointment as I slowly backed away from the door, allowing him to easily push the door open. When he spotted me, a wicked smile embraced his lips.

"I didn't mean to be such a big tease." I apologized with a smirk, not really meaning it. I backed away slowly as he shut the door, his eyes trained on my face.

"You asked for it, Daisy."

I gulped as he neared in on me. When my back hit the shower door, I froze. Partially because the glass was cold and partially because he closed up on me until we were inches apart. His tall and muscular frame towered over me.

"Shall I take you to heaven and back once again? I mean, last night wasn't enough for you was it?"

I blushed deeply.

It really wasn't enough. I couldn't ever get enough of him.

***

We drove towards the location of the apartments, passing by beaches with palm trees lining it. The closer we got, the nicer the neighborhood and area became. I was already loving it.

"Wait to be amazed. It's a big upgrade from the shitty dorm." Jason said, breaking the comfortable silence in the car.

"Wow. I'm excited." I said, feeling slightly giddy and less afraid to move out. "How are you able to afford it?" I wondered.

"Don't stress about that, Sweetheart."

"It's unfair. I should put by my half of the rent." I said, slightly frowning.

"Daisy, don't even think about that. Just see it as a free place to live."

"But it's not a free place to live. With an apartment in this neighborhood I am pretty sure the rent is a lot."

"Not true."

"Don't lie." I pouted.

"You stubborn little thing." Jason 'tsk'ed. "Please listen for once in your life."

I sighed and rested back in my seat, tracing my pointy finger over my leather purse. I had to distract myself somehow from thinking about how unfair it was that he had to pay the rent on his own. Call me stubborn, he was worse.

"Only because you said 'please' which you never do." I smiled slightly, flashing him a look.

"Haha, very funny." He said dryly. "But true."

A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of a large apartment complex. I looked outside the window and stared in awe. It was large and towered up to the size of a palace. All the apartments besides the lower one's had shining black balconies, which from where I could see had a sitting area and tables. While Jason talked to the gate man I gawked at it in awe, wondering how he could afford to rent this place. He said his dad was a millionaire, but I have never once met the man or even heard Jason have a conversation with him on the phone. It was as if his father didn't exist at all. I made a mental note to ask him about his family.

When the giant black gates opened, Jason drove through and parked in the residents sections. He turned to look at me when the the engine was cut.

"How do you like it so far?" He asked, seeming to worry about what my answer would be.

"What kind of question is that?" I giggled. "I absolutely love it. Makes me wonder how you can afford it."

"Daisy, being the leader of a successful gang that has been passed down through generations of the family has its perks."

"Seriously? It has been through your entire family?" I asked in shock.

"Yeah, there was no escaping it really. I had no other choice when I was young but to be dragged into this life." He mumbled softly, seeming a little bit off.

"Well, when you have a son or daughter one day you can finally end it." I said optimistically, not liking the fact that he felt down.

"I wish. It's not that easy." He murmured. "But enough about that, let's go."

"You don't ever wanna tell me these things. I barely know anything about your other life."

"And it will stay that way."

Before I had the chance to say anything else, he was out in a flash. I huffed in annoyance, watching him round the car to my side. He pulled it open and held out a hand.

"Come on."

We took the elevator all the way towards the fourth level in silence. I was feeling giddy but also a bit put off. It was about time I asked him about his other life. We ended up in front of a white door with a golden strip and doorknob. It said 1277 on it in golden cursive letters.

Jason pulled out a gold and black card from his pocket before scanning it by the door. It made a clicking sound and pushed slightly open on its own. I gaped at the door in amazement. This place was so fancy they didn't even operate with keys.

"What even?" I asked to no one in particular.

Jason chuckled at my bewildered expression. "They should have your key card ready by today actually."

"Wow, so you have been planning this the whole time, not caring if I refused to move in with you or not?"

"Pretty much. I was ready to force you to move here with me and I wouldn't stop bugging you until you did." He smirked slightly, taking in my expression.

"Well, secrets is not a good start to a relationship." I wanted to cringe when I said that out loud. I was the biggest hypocrite in the world. Telling him that secrets weren't good for relationships when I was holding a bunch from him.

"True. But you can keep a secret when it leads to good things. Like this place for instance."

"Well, are we gonna stand here all day or are you gonna show me the place." I said, partially in excitement but also due to the fact that I wanted to forget about the secrets I was keeping. For now anyways. I would tell him when our relationship was more stable.

He pushed the door open to give us way through. When we were inside I watched him lock the door, before turning around and taking in my surroundings. I gasped as I took note of the mesmerizing interior that you would only find in magazines. The layout of the apartment was perfect; with the dining area, kitchen area and lounge all joined to form one large space, appearing as a loft. The right side of the apartment was covered in glass doors, that led to a huge balcony deck. My eyes widened in excitement as I took in the kitchen. A large stainless fridge, looking like it costed a fortune rested in the corner of the small kitchen, with a rectangular kitchen island covered in granite. It was decorated by glass cupboards with cups and plates and groceries already stocked. The floors were perfectly laminated.

I moved towards the lounge and dining area which where completely joined. The dining area had a long rectangular and polished wooden table with chairs around it and a flower vase on top. The lounge had a large plasma TV with bean bags and a L-shaped couch ahead of it. A fluffy dark blue rug complimented the couch and was situated beneath it, making the area look extra cozy. In the middle sat a small wooden coffee table, with a bowl on it filled with artificial decorations. I now knew where the TV in the dorm had suddenly disappeared to. Jason was planning this for a while. All my anger towards how he forced me to move suddenly diminished. He was so absolutely sweet. It made me want to melt into a puddle of goo.

The walls were a lovely cream, and tall vases decorated random places with long and artificial flowers placed in it. A few modern looking squre shaped chandeliers decorated the ceiling which was a shiny silver. I was overwhelmed with feelings, and instead of saying anything I spun on my heel and rushed towards where Jason was standing. He raised a brow when I got there, and without any warning I jumped on his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands immediately flew up to hold me securely against him, one hand being placed on my bum and the other one on my waist. I pressed my lips against his and kissed him deeply for a few seconds, before pulling away.

He smiled slightly, his hand stroking my back. "What was that for?"

"Are you kidding? I can't believe you would do this. Thank you so much." I gushed, tears welling up in my eyes. I have always wanted a kitchen. When I was little I would help my mom in the kitchen cook as much as I could. I still remembered the recipe to chicken pot pie and and tuna casserole at the back of my head. It was the easiest things she cooked given her great skills in cooking and it was the only things I managed to make given that I was roughly nine to ten years old when she taught me. I could whip up a great cheesecake and chocolate tarimisu too. I've never had the kitchen necessary to make anything at the orphanage. They always gave us oatmeal for breakfast, a PB&J sandwich for lunch and something different every supper. The food was always so bland you couldn't even detect a hint of spice.

When I ran away from the orphanage and lived with Cassandra, Lucien and his annoying as hell gang, they never let me use the kitchen. I would sometimes make some pancakes when the house was empty, but never further than that. Seeing this amazing kitchen that came straight out of a magazine made want to ball my eyes out. Jason was amazing, planning this just for us.

It was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.

"Why are you crying?" Jason asked softly, his hand now stroking my hair softly.

I rested my head on his shoulder and inhaled his scent. He always smelled so amazing.

"I'm just so happy. I can't believe you would do this." I mumbled.

"I've told you. I'm so serious about you and would go through lengths for you. This apartment, it's a lame excuse of payment for how happy you make me."

I literally melted into a gooey mess. Who was this and what did he do to Jason? I wanted to laugh at my own stupid thought but contained myself, not wanting to ruin such a beautiful moment.

"I love it so much." I lifted my head and peppered kisses all over his face. "I love you so much."

A large and most beautiful smile grew up on his face. "And I love you. So, so much."

I smiled, a giddy smile and hoped out of his arms. "Come on. I wanna see the room." I took his hand in mine and pulled him with me towards a spiral staircase in the corner of the dining area. We ascended the steps together, and when I saw the upstairs a squeal left my lips. I let go of Jason's hand immediately and went to explore. I heard him chuckle at how excited I was.

The entire upstairs was the bedroom, with a shining silver railing that allowed you to see a small part of downstairs. The large bed was situated in the middle, with dark blue bed sheets and silver pillows. A dark blue fluffy rug, the same one as down stairs was ahead of the bed. The floors were hardwood and laminated. The walls were creamy with small photoframes of nature, a forest and a beach. Two separate white doors with gold doorknobs were adjacent to each other. I opened the first one and my eyes bulged out of my head. It was the largest bathroom with a big white bathtub, a shower the size of Texas and two basins. I opened the second door to see an empty walk-in closet, with shelves, hanging areas and a small sized sofa in the middle. The floors were completely carpeted a dark shade of cream. I absolutely loved it. It was like a dream come true.

I felt arms snake around my waist from behind. Jason rested his head on my shoulder and slowly massaged my stomach.

"You're happy?" He asked quietly.

"More than you can imagine." I answered truthfully, a light smile gracing my lips.

"Perfect." He whispered, before turning me around and pressing his lips to mine softly. I shut my eyes tightly and kissed him back, moving my lips in sync with his perfectly soft one's.

I pulled away when a thought suddenly occurred to me. How could he afford this place? It must cost a fortune to rent this out for even a month. It was packed with so many valuable necessities. One's that the average family wouldn't have in their homes. It wasn't my intention to spoil the moment, but I couldn't let him spend so much money in this place just to live when we have a perfectly functioning dorm that was closer to school and our usual shops. The gasoline to get to school and come back everyday was already expensive.

Obviously, the dorm was only a sixteenth of what this place was and could never possibly be as comfortable, but it was still cheaper and perfectly working.

"How do you afford this place Jason?" I asked warily. He groans softly and let go of my waist, causing me to frown when I felt coldness overcome me.

"That's not an issue." He said dismissively.

I was pretty sure his father hadn't paid for this. Jason had reached the age where he became independent and was able to support himself, but seriously how could he afford this place? Was it offensive if I continued asking? I was really confused on what to do next.

"I could find a job, help you pay rent. . ."

"Drop it, Daisy. Just be grateful and stop mentioning it."

With one last look, he turned around and began descending the stairs. I followed him, wondering how he could end this really important conversation so quickly. Or atleast I thought it was important. Geesh, I hope I didn't sound like one of those overly annoying and overly controlling girlfriends.

"But, isn't it too expensive? Man, you would have to drain your entire bank account just to live for one months here." I said in exaggeration.

"It's not that much honestly."

"How much is 'not that much' to you?" I rose a brow, coming to a halt on the last step.

I watched as his back muscles tensed in his black hoodie, before he abruptly turned around. An annoyed sigh left his lips, signalling that this conversion was probably done before it even began. Trust Daisy McKenway go ruin all good and memorable moments.

"You know, you are more annoying than Alexis. And she is the most annoying person I have ever met."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Don't you get why it doesn't feel right staying here? You are wasting so much money -"

"Wasting? How could it be wasting if you were the happiest I have ever seen you for like a whole five minutes now? It's not fucking wasting if it makes you happy." He snapped.

"But Jason," I sighed. I was acting like an ungrateful bitch. "Nice things never come in my life without a price. So many awful things happened to me which lead me to being the way I am. It makes it so difficult for me to accept such big and good changes."

I slapped a hand over my mouth when I realized I have said too much.

"What happened to you? Family issues in London? Why won't you just tell me these things?"

He spoke so calmly, like he knew something I didn't. Like he knew that I was lying. I felt my whole body tremble in fear and anxiousness. I couldn't keep the truth from him forever. It would break us apart and I would never be able to forgive myself if he didn't look at me the way he looked at me now.

"Daisy?"

"I don't really come from London."

***

Happy Valentine's Day!♥️