DAISY

"I don't really come from London."

The cold silence was deafening. Jason stare was unnerving and in all honesty, I just wanted to melt into the carpet rug and officially become apart of the thing. It would be much better than facing reality, and the lies I'd been carrying for the past four months. I waited impatiently for Jason to say something.

"No fucking shit hey."

"What?" I squeaked out. I was expecting many things to come out of his mouth, but that was not one of it.

"London? Seriously? I knew you were lying the moment you told me it that day outside the coffee shop you and your friends always seem to go to."

"I don't understand." I breathed out, my grip on my sling bag becoming tighter.

"First of all, you have a purely American accent. Why would you make up such a stupid lie? Second of all, I've been in a gang since I was damn fifteen. I know when someone is lying. Especially when they are a really bad liar like you." He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

My face heated up in embarrassment. There was humiliation written all over my face.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked softly, praying to the Lord to just let me melt into the carpet.

"I couldn't care less at the time, and when I started falling for you I didn't wanna point it out either. Asking you if you really came from London would be stupid. I've been waiting forever for you to tell me the truth." He said, a sigh escaping his lips. "Don't keep such secrets from me Daisy and don't lie about something so big either. I know it sound weird coming from me but trust in a relationship mean a lot to me. I haven't kept anything like that from you."

My lip began to wobble, signalling those annoying things called tears were in dire need of some fresh air. I willed them away.

"I'm really sorry, Jason." I apologized, forcing the words out of my clogged up throat. "Please don't leave me because of this. I swear it will never happen again." I rushed out, feeling the crushing pain of the thought of living without him.

He walked forward, his eyes trained on my face. I was waiting expectantly for his reaction, expecting him to swear at me or even start an argument. Instead, he pulled my head towards his chest. I sighed in relief and inhaled his calming scent, wrapping my arms around his waist. He rested his chin on my head, running his hand up and down my back soothingly.

"Of course I won't leave you."

I nodded slowly, melting into him.

"I want you to tell me where you really come from, and this time don't lie." He said slowly.

"I can't." I whispered. "You will hate me."

"Of course I won't. Where in this world can it be so bad that I will hate you?"

"Trust me, you will." I mumbled, my voice muffled by his hoodie.

"Fine. If you won't tell me I'll give you time. But I wanna know eventually, alright?"

"Okay." I agreed, feeling my heart hammer in my chest. I wasn't looking forward for that time to come.

The next day all of our things were moved. The dorm room was completely bare and empty, except for the beds that I had neatly made up and separated back to their original positions. I had my last bag on my back, filled with all my textbooks, notebooks and stationary.

This was a huge step I was taking, moving in with Jason.

"Off to somewhere?" A voice behind me asked.

I spun around to see the same guy that had blasted me in the face with a ball. He was smiling sheepishly at me, scratching the back of his head.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Hi." I smiled shyly. "I'm moving somewhere else."

"Wow, I wish I could too. This place isn't exactly a five star hotel."

"Yep. I wasn't gonna actually, but my boyfriend forced me too."

"Jason?" He asked.

"Yeah. . ."

"That probably sounded weird." He chuckled. It did. "It's just that everyone knows you and Jason these days."

"Why?" I asked slowly, not liking the sound of that.

"Because he's never had such a longtime girlfriend before. You're the longest he has been with."

That wasn't new news. I shrugged, not knowing what else to say. If people couldn't mind their business it wasn't my problem.

"Oh well, it was nice talking to you. . ." I smiled awkwardly and slowly walked away.

"It's Noah. And yeah, see you in class." He waved. "And once again I'm sorry for kicking you with the ball like that."

"That's okay. And I'm Daisy." I smiled.

"Nice to officially meet you, Daisy."

I nodded and gave an awkward wave.

I was about to walk away, but immediately halted in my steps when he turned around to walk away. On his neck, he had a small tattoo of a bleeding rose. I frowned as I stared at his retreating back, the tattoo becoming smaller and smaller as he walked further. If I wasn't mistaken it was the signature tattoo of Lucien and his gang members. If he was a part of Luciens gang, what on earth was he doing here? I suddenly felt afraid, feeling like something really bad was gonna happen. I'm pretty sure if Jason knew he would send him straight back to where he came from. I decided not to question it too much. Any other person could have a tattoo of a bleeding rose on their neck exactly like Lucien's gang's signature. . .

I walked away warily, before giving the dorm one last look and securely locking it up. I've been here for nearly four months now, and became used to it. It reminded me of my first day here, when I met Jason in a not-so-nice way. It held a lot of memories from when he was being a douchebag towards me, to when he was kissing me and telling me that I meant a lot to him. It seemed surreal, the fact that I was leaving this place after it became my home. I would be seeing less of Mavis, Penny, Grayson, and Jaxon. The thought really saddened me, but the fact that I was taking this huge step with Jason made me feel complete all over again.

I checked my phone to see if I had any text messages, to see that I had a few from Mavis and Penny, one from Jason, one from Alexis and one from. . . Cassandra? My heart rate suddenly picked up. She hadn't contacted me once since that day that she told me she was trying to change for the better. I opened Jason's one first, in which he told me he would be picking me up in a few minutes.

Next, I opened Cassandra's text message, mentally preparing myself for anything that she could say.

From Cassandra:

Hey, Daisy. I know we haven't spoken in a while but I just wanted to tell you that I've changed now. I've rid of all my facial piercings, I've covered up my tattoos and I don't sleep with people for money anymore.

I cringed when I remembered that tiny detail. When she said change, I didn't think she meant her appearance. I didn't mind the way she looked, she was gorgeous. But society had a harsh way of judgement that I guess she was afraid of.

I really want to better my life and start a new fresh one. I'm trying to stop old habits and I think it's working. The thought of you is what made me realize that I can't live in this dump anymore, I have to leave. I called my sister a few days ago and I made amends with her, just like you told me to. And just as you said, she forgave me. Thank you for encouraging me to do that.

I never would have if it weren't for you. I'll be moving back to Washington and I'll be staying with my sister. I know that we probably won't see eachother again in the future, but I hope we do. Thank you for always being there when I was never there for you. I hope you all the best and good luck!

Lots of love, Cass.

My hands were shaking by the end of the message. I breathed out shakily and willed myself to reply to her. I was feeling happy, ecstatic even. I couldn't explain how overwhelmed I was feeling with different emotions. She had listened to me. After all those years of me telling her that she could do better and have a much better life than the one she was living.

I reread my message atleast a thousand times, before finally finding the few words I would use to respond.

Hey, Cass.

I really miss you. I'm so glad for you, for everything. I really hope it all work out well. Can we meet before you leave? I wanna wish you the best.

I was smiling like a fool when I slipped my phone back into my bag. I exited the building and was met with the cold air on my skin. It was almost December, I could already feel the air rushing towards me in cold waves. I shivered and scanned the parking lot for Jason's car. I rushed over towards it and quickly got in. I sighed when the warmth in the car engulfed me. I leaned over the back seat and dropped my bag there.

"Bit chilly outside isn't it?" Jason asked, starting up the engine.

"Chilly? It's damn freezing." I shivered.

"I can tell by the twinge of pink in your face and on your nose." Jason said, before chuckling.

"I must look like a clown." I sighed, resting back against the comfortable seats.

"I think that it's incredibly adorable." He commented.

I laughed it off but immediately felt heat rise to my cheeks. It was amazing how I still felt shy and quiet around Jason even after all we've been through. He has always had that affact on me, and I don't think that it's going away anytime soon.

"So, since it's your birthday today-"

"Wait, you remembered that?"

"Of course I have, silly." I chuckled. He must've been wondering why I haven't said happy birthday to him yet. I planned to do that still, but in a much more special way. I believed that he deserved much more than a simple and casual happy birthday.

"Oh." He said bluntly, not bothering to question why I haven't yet blessed him.

"As I was saying, I think we should do something special. Like go out on one of the most romantic dates or have a party or something. It is your twenty first anyway. You are finally of age." I said excitedly.

"And you won't get to reach your twenty first if you come up with any more of these ridiculous ideas." He said moodily. When I got in the car he was much happier. Was it something I'd said? I didn't wonder too much on that given that he does had mood swings. I've grown to accept that. Or atleast I think that I have.

"A romantic date doesn't sound good to you?" I frowned.

"A date does sound good. A romantic one? No thanks. I don't do that shit. My dates usually last for like twenty minutes before I end up fucking the girl in the back seat of my car." He shrugged.

I narrowed my eyes at him, even though he wasn't looking at me but focusing on the road instead. I felt absolutely annoyed at him for mentioning his past hookups so suddenly. Way to ruin his birthday so early in the day.

"Uhm...okay? What's that supposed to mean? If that doesn't sound appealing to you," I gulp deeply and resist the urge to throttle him or roll my eyes at how he's acting. "We can always throw you a party."

"No thanks."

"Why not?" I asked, my voice getting whiny.

"Look baby, if you can't take a hint I'll tell you this upfront. I don't usually celebrate my birthdays, in fact I never do. That shit ended like on my fourteenth birthday or something. Exactly seven years ago. I don't see the point of celebrating one's birthday, so I don't waste my time with my own."

"Seriously, Jason? Birthdays are special! It represents a new year that God spared you with. A new year to experience new things and explore more things in this world. It's filled with possibilities of meeting people and doing new things. It's supposed to be a day filled with joy and love and happiness. If you don't want a party we can have a simple dinner with the closest people in our lives. Won't that be nice?"

"Your spirit and innocence are cute, Sweetheart. But not today." He said, his tone holding no room for argument.

"But why?" I asked again, my voice sounding defeated.

"Because I said so."

"That's not a good enough answer."

"And it's the only one you're getting."

"If you won't tell me why then I'll host the dinner anyway. It would be perfect in our new place. I could invite Alexis, Ace and even some of your other close friends like Derek and Finn. Maybe I could invite-"

"I fucking said no, Daisy. Will you just give it up and for once listen to me?" He said in frustration. I knew I should have just saved the argument for later because by the stress lines on his face and the clear frustration I knew that there was more to the brooding, 'I don't celebrate birthdays' excuse that he'd given me. There was always something complex about Jason. Every story with Jason had a dark truth behind it. His excuses always went beyond what he actually said.

"I listen to you all the time." I said softly. I didn't realize that we were already pulled into the parking lot of our new apartment complex. The engine was cut off and Jason let out a huge sigh.

"I didn't mean to swear at you, baby. But please just listen to me this one time. I don't want to celebrate my birthday." His eyes turned to look at me pleadingly. They always held so much pain in them whenever he wasn't acting like a cold jerk, so I finally gave in. I didn't want him to hurt, I hate when he did.

"Okay." I whispered in defeat. I trusted him and always would, so I knew for a fact that he had a good enough reason as to why he was literally spoiling what was supposed to be both his and my most special day. I had so much in my head planned. We would spend the day together, go out and have fun. I would get to use our kitchen for the first time and cook him the most delicious dinner he has ever eaten and even whip up desert. And after that I would dress in this sexy white dress that I bought recently only for him to rip it off me before we make love all night long. God, that sounded perfect.

"I'm sorry, babe. I can see how upset you look." He said, moving over the console to cup my jaw in his hand. He stroked my bottom lip soothingly with his thumb before leaning over to kiss me. I felt his soft lips on mine for just a few seconds before he pulled away again.

"It's okay." I smiled, trying to lighten up the mood. "But just so you know, I'm not giving you birthday sex anymore." I said cheekily.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, before he let out a husky chuckle. It sends shivers down my spine. I found my body already wanting his touch. My words were going to be harder to stick to than I originally thought.

"It's funny you think you have a choice, babygirl." He smirked.

"Babygirl?" I asked, smiling.

"Yes, you're my babygirl," He said, before leaning towards me and kissing me deeply on the lips once again. I eagerly kissed him back. "And tonight I'm going to make love to you at every inch of our new place. Our bedroom, every couch in the living room, the kitchen island, our dressing closet and even in the bath."

My face warmed as I imagined every word he said. I felt my core ache at the thought. Just the thought of his hard abs under my skin, and this muscular arms around my waist. I wanted to lick every tattoo that's so beautifully inking his hot body. Goodness gracious, I need holy water.

"And the balcony?" I asked teasingly.

"Definitely the balcony. How could I forget the balcony?" He asked rhetorically. I couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"I don't think I can handle that much sex." I joked playfully.

"Don't worry, you can stay in all day tomorrow. Come on." he said, unlocking the doors before getting out.

I got out as well and waited for him fo lock up before following him into the building. When we reached our level and apartment door I immediately pulled my key card out before Jason could. Everything about it made me excited. I swiped the gold and black card in the key slot causing the door to pop open.

"You're like a little girl getting candy everytime we come here." Jason commented.

"I know but I'm so excited." I gushed.

He only chuckled in response and took my hand before pulling me inside.

"I know that we agreed on birthday sex tonight but can I please take you right now? Against this wall?" He groaned, pulling my coat and sling bag off before pushing me gently to the wall. I gasped at the sudden force and maintained myself before looking up into his eyes. His face was clouded with lust and want and I couldn't say that mine didn't look exactly the same.

Before I could answer, he slammed his lips down on mine and kissed me feverishly. I kissed him back just as desperately, moving my lips against his at the same pace. I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with his soft hair. My hands moved all the way to his broad shoulders before I gripped his jacket and shrugged it off his shoulders. He happily obliged and pushed his jacket to the floor, never letting his lips leave mine. My hands immediately went back to his hard body. I trailed my hands over his chest and went lower till I could pull his sweater up.

I was about to pull it up when he pulled away. I wanted to protest when I didn't feel his lips on mine anymore.

"A bit eager aren't we?" He asked before smirking.

"I've never done wall sex. How does it work?" I asked breathlessly.

He let out a sexy chuckle. "I wasn't actually gonna fuck you against the wall, Daisy. You mean way too much to me for me to do that."

"But I want to." I whined.

"Not today, baby."

"Okay, fine." I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest.

"That doesn't mean that I'm not gonna fuck you at all though."

I gasped when he pulled me flush against him. He bent to my height before hoisting me up and on his waist. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms went around his neck immediately. He supported my form by placing one hand on my bum and the other on my back. I felt his lips on mine again in the next instance. Our lips moved in sync as I felt Jason walking towards what I could only imagine to be the stairs. I moaned into his mouth when we ascended the steps. I could only imagine how great it would feel to do the dirty in our new bed which is atleast twice the size of our combined beds back at the dorm, and so much fluffier.

I felt my back hit the blankets as Jason dropped me on the bed. I gazed up at his lust filled face, his green eyes shining. Instead of rushing to remove his clothes, he slowly pulled his T-shirt up and over his head to expose his beautiful body. I was drooling at that point and admiring every inch of his skin. Gosh, he was so gorgeous. I admired every plane of his abs and how strong his arms were. I wanted to be wrapped in them as soon as possible.

"Come on." I urged.

"Someone's feeling naughty today." He smirked.

I flushed under his stare and felt my cheeks heat up. In fact, my entire body felt warm. I don't know if it was due to the heat that was up in the apartment or generally because he was making me hot.

While he pulled down his jeans his eyes never leave mine. I let out short breaths as I imagined being close to him again. When he's finally left in his boxers he descended upon me, his lips going to my neck.

"I'm going to make love to you so slowly you're going to feel every inch of me." He whispered huskily, his hot breath fanning over my neck. "And when we're done, I'm gonna do it again. And again. Until you can't feel your legs anyone."

The thought of that would have scared me far away from here. But now, I feel excited shivers roll down spine.

I felt his hands go down to the fluffy jersey that I was wearing, before he tantalizing pulled it up the length of my body. I helped him pull it over my head before he discarded it somewhere in the room. I was left in my jeans and sweater.

"Why do you have so much clothes on?" He groaned lowly. I giggled as I feel him pull my sweater over my head, leaving me in my vest.

"What the frack?"

I laughed merrily at his clear frustration with all my layers of clothing.

"Fuck it." He quickly pulls my vest off and throw it somewhere randomly. I felt his hands unbuttoning my jeans before he quickly pulled my jeans off. The chilly air enveloped my skin immediately. I looked back up at Jason to see his eyes gazing up and down my body. I knew that I shouldn't, and I knew that he found me beautiful, but I couldn't help but use my arms to cover myself up.

"Daisy," Jason growled in anger. I was shocked by his sudden change of mood. "Do not hide from me."

"Okay." I said, not wanting to argue with him. I moved my arms to my sides awkwardly, but Jason had other plans for them. He pulled me up by my arms so that my breasts were pressed tightly to his chest. I could feel my nipples grow hard. His arms snaked around my waist and his hands found the clip of my bra. He loosened it quickly and pulled the straps off my shoulders. When my top was bare his lips etched up into a smirk. I waited for his next move anxiously, and let out a deep breath when I felt his lips latch onto one of my nipples. I brought my hands to his shoulders and place them lightly their, using my fingertips to trace the tattoos on his neck and on his shoulder blades.

My head fell back in delight as he placed kisses all over my breast and suckle my nipples into his mouth. I moaned softly and used my hands to pull on his hair. Oh god. It never got old.

"You're so beautiful, baby." His deep voice whispered, in the midst of kissing every inch of skin he could reach.

Baby.

Tingles raced down my spine and all I wanted to do in that moment was collapse in his arms. And to think, this was just the foreplay.

"Thank you." I breathed out.

His lips left my breasts and trailed all the way to my neck. His muscular arms tightened around my waist and I felt his hands slowly caressing my bare back. He then kissed my neck softly and tangled his hands in my wavy hair.

"Your body feels so good against me. As if you were made just for me, and only me." He groaned, his lips lightly trailing over my scapula. "And you smell so good." He inhaled me deeply. My eyes were shut all the while, it feeling heavenly. I could feel the tingles I always experienced in my lower region whenever he touched me like this.

His lips travelled all the way up to my jaw where he lightly kissed me. His kisses went all over my jaw before his lips found mine. I kissed him eagerly and softly stroked the base of his neck. I knew that he loved whenever I did that. My hands left his neck and went lower down to his chest area. I trailed my hands slowly over his scars. I could feel the small but noticeable indentations on random places, reminding me just how damaged he was. I wanted to erase all the darkness and fill him with endless light, or as much as I possibly could. These scars shouldn't remind him of all the horrible things that happened to him in the past, but rather how he overcame all that and still kept going. It displayed just how strong he was.

We heatedly made out for the next two minutes, with Jason's hand trailing all over my back. His tongue stroked mine as his lips claimed mine, the force of his mouth leaving me breathless. I was the first to pull away, gasping for breath. The moment I did Jason pushed me back down onto the bed. When my back hit the fluffy duvet his lips claimed mine once again. I kissed him back tiredly and caressed my thumb pads softly on his waist.

"Jason." I pulled away and gasped breathlessly. He went down to my neck once again and began placing hard kisses there. He didn't even stop to take a breath.

"Hmm.." He hummed in response.

"I love you." I announced. I loved the words coming from my mouth.

"And I love you, Angel." he replied, looking up from my neck and sending me a small smile. I smiled back at him but frowned when he stood up.

"Where are you going?" I asked, sitting up and leaning back on my hands.

He stared at my chest and smirked.

"So fucking gorgeous you are."

I blushed immediately and tucked my bangs behind my ears. He turned around and my face crumpled up in confusion.

Before I could ask, he said, "Don't worry I'm just getting a condom." He chuckled, sounding amused at my obvious panic. "We don't want to risk anything right?"

"Yeah." I agreed.

When he came back I watched him with big eyes as he pulled his boxer shorts down. He chuckled at my expression. He had an impressive size, and I haven't seen any other male private parts in my life but I could already tell that most are not his size. Jesus Christ.

He walked towards me, condom on and all and leaned over the bed.

"Still so innocent. I love it." He smirked, leaning over to press a kiss to my lips. I smiled shyly and pulled my hair out of my face.

"Come here, babygirl." He said, motioning towards him. I eagerly got up and walked towards him on my knees.

"Time to make you mine once again."

A/n. I know what you're thinking. Same ol'e same ol'e boring chapters but it will get better soon. Promise.