DAISY

I left the bathroom without looking back. What an ass Jason was? I couldn't deal with him for another second. I passed by my friends, but they were aimlessly chatting with Grayson. I decided not to bother them, needing fresh air.

It was hard to push past all the bodies in the mansion, but eventually I reached the exit. It was fairly empty outside, besides for two couples fooling around with eachother. The fresh air was relieving compared to the warmth inside the mansion. I walked further away from the building and stood to the side. I hugged myself from the cold air, realising that I was stupid enough to dress so airily.

Minutes passed when two hands were placed on my shoulders from behind. I jumped in fright and tried to pull away, but they wouldn't budge.

"Relax, it's me." I heard Jason's voice say softly besides my ear. My noticeably racing heart calmed down, knowing that it wasn't a stranger.

"That doesn't make it any better." I mumbled.

"I just wanted to apologize for acting like a dick before about how you look. I just don't like the idea of anyone staring at you." His voice was so soft besides my ear, it was calming me down, and his body behind mine radiated warmth. I leaned backwards into him.

"Why? You're not my boyfriend to act that way." I complained. I wanted to know why he was so possessive over me. We barely knew eachother.

"I told you. I don't know."

"That's a lame answer." I huffed. It was flattering that he worried about how revealing my clothes were, or if males were staring at me, but it was also overwhelming and I didn't know what to think of it.

"You're freezing. Let's get inside." Jason said, grabbing my hand from behind and swivelling my body around to face him.

"But we just came out, and I'm not really comfortable inside there." I said honestly, hanging tightly onto his warm hand that was gripping mine.

"Not the party. My car." He assured, before pulling us towards his black Audi, which was parked a few meters away in the parking space.

"Wait but..." I walked with him hesitantly.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart. I won't kiss you again without your permission." He smiled slightly.

"Okay." I said, feeling far better than I was feeling just a minute ago. He was once again confusing me, however. Since he acted like a caveman when I got here, and now he was being sweet.

When the warmth of the car enveloped me, I released a long sigh. Jason had turned up the heaters and it was excellent. I hugged my arms to myself and rubbed them up and down. I decided to pull my jacket off, needing to feel the warmth on my bare arms.

"I'm down if you want to strip for me." Jason said, his voice coming from the drivers seat. I turned to look at him and noticed his smirk.

"No, I'm just getting cold." I said in excuse, feeling my cheeks warm, especially given how extra hot he looked.

"If you were getting cold, you wouldn't take your jacket off."

"I need to feel the heaters on... Actually, never mind. I don't need to explain myself." I said strongly. "And I am certainly not stripping for you."

"Suit yourself."

Silence.

Silence is what entailed the car next. I wasn't one to hold the most interesting conversations. In fact, I couldn't even hold I boring one. So when silence encased the car next I pursed my lips awkwardly and began looking around the car. I looked at the stereo system and the advanced GPS system. But that was just that. I couldn't stare at the stereo system forever. The silence was growing more tense and I felt beyond awkward, not knowing what to say.

I peaked a glance at Jason, to see him staring out the window, looking as calm as ever. I swear nothing ever made him nervous. I continued to stare at the defined side of his face when he suddenly turned, causing me to look away quickly. He reached over to the compartment of the passenger seat and pulled it open. Once open, I stared at the contents of the compartment to see a gun.

"Holy crap!" I jumped in fright. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked in a hurry.

"What?" He looked at me confused, before looking back down. "No, of course not. I'm just grabbing a smoke."

"Oh." I said in relief.

"You absolute idiot. Why the fuck would I bring you out here to kill you?" He said with an annoyed huff, before sitting back into his seat and pushed the compartment close. He opened up a new box of cigarettes before pulling one out. "Do you want one?" He offered.

"No, Jason. I don't smoke." I huffed.

"You really like to play it safe don't you?" He teased.

"And you really don't. Why is there a gun in your car?" I asked, turning to face him properly with a look of disbelief on my face.

"Ain't it obvious? Why the hell else do you think I have a gun in my car? I happen to also have one strapped to my waist as we speak." His voice was completely annoyed. I shouldn't have been surprised, given the business he was into. He lit his cigarette and took a long drag. Smoke diffused throughout the car causing me to cough.

"Oh my god, can you not smoke in the car? Are you trying to kill me?" I complained.

"Fuck, if I knew that you were this uptight I would have left you in that damn party." He groaned, slapping a hand over his face.

"Then why did you call me over in the first place if I'm as uptight as you say?" I asked, hurt lacing my tone.

He didn't reply, causing hurt to well up in my chest. I tried to open the door and leave, but it was locked. I unlocked it but the moment I did it locked again.

"Jason, let me out. I don't want to be here if you're only going to hurt me." I tried to keep the hurt out of my tone.

"Oh come on, baby girl. I didn't know that you were sensitive." He chuckled.

"Don't call me that." I turned to face him again.

"Fine, I will kill the cigarette." Courtesy to what he said, he pulled out the car's ashtray and killed it. The smoke gradually dimished.

"Thank you." I said gratefully. "Now can I leave please?"

It wasn't that I didn't want to be here. Frankly it was far better with Jason in his car than with my friends in that God awful party. It was the fact that it was too awkward between us, especially now that I knew that I had feelings for him. And that I was heavily attracted to him physically too.

"Why do you want to leave? I killed the cigarette."

"Why do you want me to stay? I thought I'm too uptight for you?" I was on the verge of my lady periods. I could tell by how sensitive I was being. Truthfully, I myself knew that I was a teensy but uptight.

"Well, maybe you are." He said back.

I gasped. "Take that back."

"What are you? Five?" He looked at me weirdly.

"Just because I don't kill my lungs slowly on a daily basis and carry a gun around, doesn't mean I'm uptight." I said in annoyance. "I want to leave."

"Shut the fuck up, Daisy. You're not going back in there." He said, his voice becoming dark.

"Why the hell not?"

"I won't let those horny motherfuckers in there look at you!" He suddenly yelled, causing me to flinch away. I gasped when he grabbed my arm and yanked me closer towards him. "No one get to look at you. Fucking no one." He said lowly.

I gulped deeply. I wanted to push him away and yell at him, or slap him away and tell him that I was no damn object to be controlled around. I didn't want to mess with him any further, however, so I nodded instead.

"Okay." I agreed, my breath coming out unevenly.

He turned away from me and let go of my arm, causing me to release a sigh. I trusted him enough to know he wouldn't hurt me like that, but that didn't make him any less scarier.

"I'm sorry." He said a moment later. "I act like a dick sometimes," Try most of the times. "But something about you... I don't know what the fuck it is, but it's like I saw you first. Which makes you off limits to any dickwad in this town, but it doesn't mean that you're mine. It makes zero fucking sense but I guess everything about me makes no sense for shit."

I pursed my lips. "I guess... It does make sense. In the weirdest way possible." I sent him a small smile.

He looked at me and tilted his head slightly, as if analyzing me. My already warm cheeks warmed even further. I'm sure he noticed by now how much he was affecting me.

"I'm glad you think it does. You can leave now if you want. I have no right to keep you here, and why the fuck would you want to sit in a car with me outside when there's a party right there?" He mumbled, resting back into his seat and staring up ahead.

I wanted his eyes to look at me.

"I could ask the same for you. I'm not exactly the best company to have." I smiled sheepishly. "And I'm sorry for being uptight just now."

"So you don't want to leave?"

"No... I prefer being here. With you." I admitted. When his head suddenly turned to look at me I flushed and looked away quickly.

"Why is that?" He inquired, his tone sounding curious.

"It's quieter here, and I don't like parties."

"No, you said you prefer being here with me. Why me?"

"I didn't say that." I denied, shaking my head and still looking out of the window.

"Yes, you did." He said.

My eyes widened and I let out a shaky breath before slowly turning to face him.

"What did you mean? And no lying."

"I just," I sighed. "I guess I'm curious to find out more about you. And I feel safer with you than I did with all those strangers." I answered honestly, my heart racing in my chest.

"Don't." He said lowly. "Don't trust me, don't be curious about me and most definitely do not fucking feel safe with me. I told you before, remember? When I kicked you out of the dorm, I told you that I'm dangerous. And what do you do when you see danger?"

"You run towards it like The Flash or Spiderman would?" I asked, lighting the mood.

"Don't fucking play with me, Daisy. I'm serious." He swore.

I looked down in embarrassment.

"You run." I said after a long moment of silence.

"Exactly."

"I'm sorry for being a normal human being and for being curious about you." I said, suddenly feeling annoyed.

"And now you know not to be."

"I'm sorry, okay." My head lowered and my eyes suddenly welled up with tears. He was too overwhelming for my feelings and emotions to handle. "I'm sorry." I said again, my lips trembling. I placed my head in my hands, my eyes closing and the first tear slid down my face.

"Daisy?" Jason asked, cautiously placing a hand on my arm. I sniffled and pulled away.

"Fuck, I didn't mean to make you cry." He laughed lightly, taking my hands in his and pulling it away from my face. I resisted but he easily pulled my hands away. He was leaning over the console, far too close for my emotions to process.

"Daisy, baby, look at me." He said soothingly.

"No, it's okay. I'm fine. I understand if I'm too uptight and boring for you. I understand if you want to push me away. I get that I'm not your type." I sniffled.

"No, no, that's not it. It's like we speak a whole different language here, Sweetheart. That's not what I meant at all." He soothed.

"You're a liar. You're trying to pretend that you meant something else because you feel bad. That day that you told me to stay away from you, you also didn't mind getting all mushy with Amelia in class."

It was just my emotions talking, taking the role of being an irrational teenage girl, as opposed to my usually mature thoughts. I suddenly remembered that day in chemistry class, when he told me to stay away from him and Ace, yet he was all over his chemistry partner. I bet that he didn't tell her that he was too dangerous for her or whatever.

"Where the fuck is this coming from? Besides, I wasn't getting all mushy with her. Believe it or not I don't fuck every girl with a pusle, I have a type too. And I couldn't give a fuck about her enough to stay away and protect her from myself, like I do with you."

I chose to ignore the last part.

"Yeah, and I'm obviously not your type." I pulled my hands from his grasp and wiped my tears away, feeling embarrassed at my outburst. I just unintentionally exposed my feelings to him. I was horrified. I should have just stayed in that damn party.

"I don't understand why you're so upset. Do you have feelings for me or something?" He asked hesitantly.

"How could I have feelings for someone like you?" I asked spitefully. Good heavens and earth, what the hell has gotten into me? I didn't mean to hurt him, I really didn't.

"Fuck, Daisy. You're acting like a fucking bitch." He scoffed.

I winced. I was acting like a bitch. All because of my damn feelings for him. Feelings that showed up out of nowhere.

"And yeah, you aren't my type. I prefer sexy over cute, I prefer straight to the sex kind of girl, unlike the prude you are. And I prefer my type not to be a judgemental bitch. I also prefer a girl with longer legs, and who is preferably not a damn virgin. Because I don't play, I get straight to the fucking."

I winced once again.

"Tell me, Daisy, what is your type?" He asked sarcastically.

"Clean cut, good reputation, light-hearted, nice attitude, frindly, loving, handsome and no tattoos at all." I guess it was my heart going into full defense. That was really not my type at all, I just wanted to let Jason know how I felt, how he was making me feel.

My type in fact, didn't have specific traits. I liked anyone who had my heart skipping beats. Who caused shivers to roll down my spine. Who had butterflies erupting in my stomach. And the person who made my fingers and hands a nervous, shaking mess.

Sadly, that person was Jason.

"Wow," Jason said dryly, snapping me from my thoughts. I could imagine a frown on my face; something I did when I was thinking way too hard. He rolled his eyes, before sitting up straight, turning to face me completely. It's funny how his car was so spacious, yet his big built caused it to appear more confined and small. Adding onto why he was so very enjoyable too look at and intimidating all at once.

"How fucking boring, Daisy. This isn't the nineteenth century." he snapped, looking completely annoyed. Good.

No, great.

"New flash; that type of guy barely exists anymore."

"Well good for you there are sluts parading around everywhere." I snapped back, equally annoyed as he is.

"Oh fucking really? It just has to be your job to go around stereotyping shit. Just because I have a bad reputation it doesn't mean that I fuck dirty sluts all the time. Luckily for you Daisy, you're right! There are sluts all over the place so congratulations for being fucking right."

Oh god, I never meant to hurt him. I thought nothing phased him, but I guess I was wrong.

"I'm sorry." I rushed out, because quite frankly I started this whole argument because of my damn feelings that was controlling my loud mouth. It was my fault.

"Don't be. You can fuck off if you want." He sighed deeply.

I breathed in deeply at his words. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or offend you." I looked down in shame, actually very hurt that I said that to him. I couldn't help the way my lips started to tremble, and my hands shook.

He was right before. I was a judgemental bitch for assuming that he slept around all the time with random woman. I was judgemental at its finest.

"Fuck, baby. This is all just once big fucking mess." He sighed before reaching over to grab my arm and turn me to face him. I took in a shaky breath and smiled at him, the best that I could.

"Aww, Daisy. It's okay, I'm sorry for what I said too." He shook his head in disbelief and smiled at me lightly.

"It's not your fault, it's completely mine. I was the one who judged you and acted irrationally when all you wanted was to protect me from your life-"

"Shh, Daisy. That shit doesn't matter."

I frowned. "Why?"

"Just don't worry, okay?"

"Okay." I agreed, the shame slowly creeping away. "But just know that I am really, very sorry and I didn't mean what I said. I know that you're a good person, even though you hide it all the time."

"You honestly believe that?" he asked, hope shining in his eyes.

Yes, I truly do.

"Yeah."

The smile that lit up on his face, was enough to brighten me up completely. I was in awe, not knowing if it was my brain imagining things or not. Never have I ever thought that Jason was capable of such a huge, meaningful smile. And very beautiful too.

"You look so gorgeous under the car's light. Come here, I seriously need to kiss you right now." he ordered, determination in his tone.

My eyes widened on their own. "You what?" I asked breathlessly. "I thought you said that you wanted to stay away from me?"

"That can wait." He murmured before grabbing my arm and yanking me towards him. I landed in a heap on his lap, squealing in shock. I gripped his arms to prevent myself from falling and embarrassing myself.

"Do grant me permission to kiss the fucking hell out of you. Because either way I will do it." He stated solemnly, his green eyes darkened with an emotion I couldn't decipher.

A sudden emotion that intimidated me.

"What? I mean, you can't kiss me." I blabbered out with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Why the fuck not?" He groaned.

"Were you not present just now through our argument?" I asked in exasperation.

Don't get me wrong, kissing him would be great. I knew this because of the last few times. But the thought of us being alone right now in this car was enough to have me denying it even though it took all my will and power to say no. Besides, things between us couldn't escalate, because as hard as it was to admit it, I knew that Jason would only hurt me in the end. This wasn't me being judgemental, it was the reality of things.

"Oh come on, Angel. You can not go around arousing me and shit and then say no. You're so cruel." He pouted, lowering his eyes in sadness.

"How was I arousing you? By arguing with you endlessly?"

"You just look so fucking beautiful right now." He groaned.

I flushed heatedly.

"What can I do for you to kiss me just one last time?" He asked hopefully, his hands squeezing my waist causing me to squeal.

"Well..." I trailed off thoughtfully.

All of a sudden, an awesome idea popped up in my head.

"Oh! I have an idea." I got excited quickly.

"Yeah, and?"

"I will ask you a question about myself, and give you options from which you can choose from as the answer. If you get six and above out of ten of them right, you get to kiss me. Thirty seconds only."

"Deal."

Satisfaction grew within me, knowing that Jason was gonna have a tough time with this game. He knew almost nothing about me.

Although, I was in for a surprise.