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DAISY

Today was the fifth day that Jason had been gone so far. He said he would be back after two days but five days had passed already, if this day ended it would have then been six days all together. I knew that it was bad and probably unhealthy for me to be waiting at the edge for him to come back, but I couldn't help it. I was eager to see him, and excited to finally be his - as he had promised me the other morning.

I just hoped he would keep his promise, and not act like a jerk when I saw him again. It always happened between us, but I was certain that this time would be different. He wouldn't possibly hurt my feelings again would he? All the rumours I have been hearing lately, and the way Micheal had spoken about him I was starting to doubt that he had changed at all. If everyone claimed him to be the rude person he was from the start, would he be the same with me too? Was I his... exception?

Oh please, Daisy. You're not anything significant. My conscious reminded me.

"Are you going to eat those?" Jaxon asked, his voice near my ear. I slapped his hand away from my gummy bears. It was my last packet.

After Jaxon had profusely apologized to Mavis for insulting her, she finally forgave him and they made up. They agreed to take things slowly between the two of them, and finally things went back to normal. We rarely talked about the night at the party, but I told them everything that happened. They knew pieces of the story that apparently Jason's friend Derek had told them, but they weren't aware of the whole story. Lucien had been clever enough to wipe every camera out in that mansion. I honestly felt bad for whoever owned the mansion. They were going to have a hard time scrubbing the blood off of those expensive carpets and couches. That and the petrol that probably stained the polished floors by now.

Grayson had secretely apologized to me too about being so defensive against Jason. He said that he was just worried about me and I comeptlely understood. I would be worried about my friend too if I'd knew she was caught up between the war of two gang leaders that each had a slight but different interest in her too. While he said he was going to study on his own, Jaxon and I decided to form our own little study partnership. Mavis and Penny had went out to the mall for God knows what reason. It was understandable as their parents were well off and had money to waste. I couldn't say the same thing for myself, which was why I refused to go with them. I had other things to worry about, like the chemistry practical that was occurring soon. And by soon I meant Monday.

"You do know that you can get diabetes for eating so much sugar, right?" Jaxon questioned, a whiny look on his face because I didn't want to share my Gummi bears with him. In my defense, I had given him three of the delicious sweets. He should have been grateful.

"You just want them. When I do get diabetes, I'll give them to you." I smiled sweetly at him in which he groaned in annoyance.

We had pushed both mine and Jason's beds together, to form one big bed. I was laying on my stomach with my feet dangling in the air while Jaxon sat crossed legged next to me. Our books were sprawled out in front of us, pencils and pens laying messily around. After two hours I was still clueless on our current lesson in class. My mind have been absent during my last few lessons, and suddenly I couldn't help but wonder why I chose to do advanced chemistry in college in the first place. During highschool I was the top achiever in anything related to science, and that included chemistry. But now it felt as though chemistry was a whole new subject. It was complicated as hell and I swear my brain could explode.

I wasn't looking to become a pharmacist or a nuclear physicist, why ever I chose chemistry was a wonder to me.

"Ugh," I groaned. "I swear I could die."

"If you do die, can I then have your gummi bears?" He asked hopefully.

"No!" I snapped. "I'm taking them with me to the grave, so that it could lighten up my corpse." I said dramatically.

"Gross." He made a face. "Come on, it's not that difficult."

"Easy for you to say, you've been paying attention in class."

"Weren't you?"

"No," I said sullenly. "I was absent minded."

"Your thoughts clouded with...?"

"Jason." I admitted, looking down at my poor chemistry textbook in shame. I had abandoned it and now it probably hated me, that was why the work was suddenly ten times harder than it first was.

"Aha, I knew it."

"Well, it's pretty obvious that I kinda like him." I said, my voice small. I haven't seen Jason for six days. It wasn't supposed to affect me this much. My life was so much more boring. The wonders six days could do to a person.

"Kinda? Man, you're obsessed. That's the word." He snickered, his hands playing around with his pen. I swatted his hand causing his pen to fly all the way across the floor. It was my turn to snicker when he turned to glare at me.

"Go get my pen." He demanded.

"No," I said stubbornly. "You're the one who said I'm obsessed with Jason. It's just a tiny crush you clown."

"A tiny crush my ass. You've only known him for like three weeks and you would probably take a bullet for him by now."

"I wouldn't! And I've known him for a month, not three weeks." I exclaimed, looking at him as if he just grew another two heads.

"Well, I would most certainly take a bullet for each one of you guy's. Especially Mavis." He said proudly.

"That's great! How are the two of you going?" I asked, partially interested but also hoping to sway the conversation away from Jason.

"Good, I guess. She still treats me the same as she did before, as just a friend. Which is weird because obviously we have chemistry between us."

"The difficulty chemistry?"

"Exactly. That's the perfect choice of words." He laughed, a look on his face similar to the look someone would of had if they had just discovered what Isaac Newtons fourth law of motion would have been if he hadn't died.

"That's Mavis for sure."

"I don't understand why she hid her feelings for so long though. I have known her quite a long time and since then we had difficult chemistry between us."

I couldn't help but be amused at him. "Just have patience. Everything is gonna be fine." I said, instead of laughing at him.

"You're very hopeful. Something I've noticed about you in the past six days."

"Isn't that I good thing?" I quizzed.

"Sometimes, but for me my hope is always a lost case. Things never work out the way I want them to most of the time."

"Same for me." I said, letting out a long sigh afterwards. I gently shut my chemistry book close an began collecting all my pens that were sprawled around. Jason was probably not going to be happy that I messed all over his bed.

"Why the sad face?" Jaxon asked, following my movements. He tossed he book bag aside when he was done packing his things. I did the same, but in a less messy way.

"Jason hasn't returned from where ever he went to, and he hasn't read my messages either." It was true. I have sent him four messages, all saying 'hi' and asking him when he was to return. We weren't exactly in a relationship yet, nor were we tight knitted friends. I probably sounded clingy just by sending those messages in one day, so the days that followed after I haven't sent him any and he hasn't replied either. He either ignored me and never bothered reading any of my messages or he was busy.

"Why did he go?" Jaxon asked, leaning lazily on his elbow.

"I have no clue."

"That's not a good start."

"Wow, thanks for making me feel better." I said sarcastically.

"Anytime." He winked.

I slumped down onto the bed and layed for a short minute before getting up again. I blew my hair out of my face and glanced at the wall clock. The sky was slowly darkening as the day neared evening. I hadn't realized how quickly time has flew by, we have been studying for a while now and my brain felt as if it had accomplished nothing.

It was the first time I have ever experienced this; accomplishing nothing after studying for so long.

"We should probably detach the beds. Jason wouldn't be happy about this." I said.

"Or he would. That way he'd be closer to you when he sleeps." Jaxon said, a smirk at his lips.

"Oh really?" I questioned raising a brow, but I couldn't help when my cheeks warmed up a little.

Before Jaxon could reply a clicking sound by the door stopped him. The door opened almost too slowly for my patience, moving like the doors in horror movies usually did. I shifted slightly towards Jaxon, afraid that that was the case.

And your paranoia speaks again. Who do you think would walk through the door at five in the evening. An ax murderer?

When the door finally opened, my breath caught up in my throat. I momentarily stopped breathing, before exhaling slowly again. I felt mixed emotions. One of them being relief and the other excitement.

"Jason." I said, sounding breathless.

He was especially a sight to look at after six days. Instead of being up, his hair was matted to his forehead and slightly hanging in his eyes, making him look all the more handsome. He wore a dark gray and fitting sweater with a pair of dark black jeans with a few rips. He looked absolutely gorgeous, giving me all the more reason to realize just how much he and I weren't meant for eachother. In no universe would a loser like me ever be paired with a guy like him. It defied every social law ever. He deserved a feisty and hot chick that wouldn't defy his dominating self. I couldn't say the same for me, I basically never listened to him when he ordered me around.

"Daisy," He said, his face morphed into a full blown, beautiful smile. But all too quickly it vanished when he noticed not only the presence of me, but Jaxon too. Jaxon was not-so-subtly leaning against me. The position looked compromising, and it probably wasn't a good sight after he said I was practically his. Oh, shit.

His eyes visibly darkened, causing me to gulp. I didn't want to fight or argue with him yet again, especially because he just got back.

"Who the fuck invited you in here?" He asked, his jaw clenching. I knew he was speaking to Jaxon, but his questioning stare was directly pointed at me.

I laughed anxiously.

"We were studying Chemistry. I find it really hard lately." I said lamely. It was the truth, but it sounded like a bad excuse for someone who was covering up their cheating tracks. I pushed Jaxon away from me, seeing as the moron was incapable of doing so while he layed immobile, half on top of me.

"I don't see any books and why ever you felt the fucking need to sit on top of eachother while 'studying' is beyond me." Jason snapped, his hands clenching by his side. The very small, horrible part of my brain was discretely basking in the joy that Jason felt jealously towards Jaxon over me of all people. However, the righteous and smarter part of my brain told me to get Jaxon the hell out before things got ugly.

I couldn't confirm that Jason had his bad temper in check. Honestly, past experiences just all the more proved that he didn't in fact.

"Just leave Jax." I muttered, trying to say it in the nicest way possible. "I promise we will hang out again. And soon."

I missed Jaxon as a friend. And I rarely had time to hang out with him personally, because if I ever had a guy best friend he would be it. No matter how much I missed Jason, not even he could change that and prevent me from seeing my good friend. All Jaxon did was bring me laughter and happiness, I would never kick him to the curb for a guy.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I said. I could hint the mischievous glint in his eyes and I knew it wouldn't lead to good things.

"You too, Sweetheart." Jaxon said, placing a lingering kiss on me cheek.

Oh god.

"You scumbag, don't touch her." Jason hissed. In a flash, he was pulling Jaxon away from me. Jaxon did little to nothing to resist and winked at me instead, before willingly leaving the room after grabbing his backpack. Jaxon did that on purpose. I had this strong urge to slap him upside the head. He ruined the little reunion between Jason and I that was supposed to be full of hugs and kisses.

I looked up at Jason once Jaxon was gone. He looked quite angry, and to be truly honest it really dampened my mood and made me sad. He came into the room full of genuine smiles. Now would you look at what Jaxon had caused. I mentally groaned.

Couldn't he see, however, that Jaxon and I were just friends? Couldn't he see that Jaxon was just teasing him and was head over heels for Mavis instead? Well, obviously not.

"I don't want him near you anymore." Jason stated, not bothering to formally greet me after being away for six days. Basically a week.

"Jaxon is my friend. You don't tell me what to do. And you definitely have no right to talk to him like that." I mumbled, disappointment growing in my chest. I planned on hugging him, kissing him when he got back. Anything, but this.

"Like hell I will fucking let him get too close to you. You're mi-"

He stopped himself mid-word, looking completely lost for a moment. Then his eyes turned hard again. Ignoring me, he turned away and carelessly dropped his leather jacket onto the computer desk. For a spilt second I noticed something fall out of the pocket and land on the wooden floor, creating a small noise. I gazed at it curiously, leaning over the bed slightly. Jason didn't seem to notice and began kicking off his shoes instead.

What shocked me was the bright pink colour inside the transparent packet that landed on the floor. It was the little pink sweets that had been going around campus since I arrived here. The difference being, this time it was shaped as a star. But not just any star, the Jewish religion star symbol. I had to admit, it looked like the type of sweet I would slap people just to eat it, but it was pretty clear by now that it wasn't harmless and definitely wasn't just a little pink sweet.

"Uhm... Jason?" I began nervously.

"Yes, baby?" He replied gruffly.

I took note on how he still called me that pet name, and my heart practically stuttered.

"Do you... do drugs?" I asked, trying my hardest not to sound too nosy or judgy.

"No, I deal them." He answered curtly, glancing towards his jacket were the packet had fell from.

"Oh." I said awkwardly, trying to avoid his gaze.

I remembered Lucien mentioned that Jason was stealing from his gang, but was he really? If I knew correctly, the drugs I saw before looked different to this one's. It was Lucien's drugs. What, did they have their own brand? I found that oddly weird.

"How are you?" He suddenly asked, looking interested.

"I'm fine." I couldn't help myself when I blushed. His eyes were analyzing me deeply, as if he was searching for answers or possibly a lie.

"Are you sure? No one messed with you?" He asked, picking up the drugs and stuffing it into his jeans pocket.

"I'm pretty sure." I smiled, hesitantly getting off the bed. I felt self-conscious when he looked at me, the way I always felt when he did. I was wearing old pajamas that looked ratty and broken, I didn't want him to see me in this especially because it was a pale and a childish pink colour that was slightly fading. I was comfortable wearing this in front of Jaxon, which just proved that I saw him as none other than a really good friend who I was comfortable with. I couldn't say the same for Jason. I was comfortable with him too, but I also wanted to appear somewhat sexy whenever he was around.

I sent Jason one last awkward smile before turning around to pull our blankets back into order. Jaxon was kind of vulgar at times, he left the beds a mess.

Without warning, I felt a warm body press into my back. My breath hitched and I paused my movements. Jason's very noticeable bulge was pressed into my back, causing mixed feelings to rush down my spine. He placed a warm hand on my waist, pulling my body closer to his.

"Didn't you miss me?" He asked, his breath fanning my exposed neck. My breathing increased at our proximity. I could feel him smirk against my neck.

"I did." I confirmed, it coming out more of a whisper.

"Good, because I missed you too."

"You said you would be gone for one or two days. Six days is a whole different story." I pointed out.

"There was a change of plans." He reasoned.

"You missed a whole week of chemistry. You are so behind now." I reminded him.

"Good thing I have you to teach me then? Hmm." He hummed, bending down towards my height and placing his chin on my shoulder. He kissed my skin just below my ear causing me to shiver in delight.

"I wasn't concentrating this week." I said breathlessly, leaning backwards into him.

"And why's that?"

My breath hitched when his hand slyly trailed towards the hem of my t-shirt. He raised the material slightly and grazed my bare skin.

"I-I was distracted because..." I suddenly grew embarrassed.

"Because why?" He asked huskily, his lips brushing my earlobe.

"Because you weren't answering my messages and I was really worried and I thought something bad happened to you." I said in a rush.

"I was otherwise busy, Sweetheart. I didn't purposely ignore you."

"You could have atleast said that you were okay." I murmured, feeling disappointed.

"I'm okay." He chuckled.

"That's not funny."

I felt him smile against my skin. "I'm sorry, baby." He apologized. My heart fluttered.

"You don't need to be sorry." I sighed. "We barely know eachother and I can't be mad at you for doing whatever you want."

"No, I am sorry. I should be. I made you a promise and I didn't keep it. I'm a man of my word, and it won't happen again." He assured.

"Okay." I released a soft sigh, placing my hand onto his and tracing his skin.

Jason turned me around abruptly, catching me by surprise. "What was going on between you and that guy?"

"You mean Jaxon? We are just friends." I answered, staring up into his intense eyes. He gripped my elbows firmly.

"Why was he here then?" He all but demanded.

"Because we were having a study date." I answered stupidly.

"A fucking date?"

"No, Jason. A study date. When two people meet up and study together. Nothing else." I explained, raising a hand and placing it on his tensed shoulders.

"I didn't see any books." He said grumpily.

"Will you relax? We just packed them away before you came." I said with a smile.

He grunted. "I still don't like the idea of you alone with him."

I suddenly grew annoyed. "Jaxon is my friend. You were gone for almost a whole week when you promised you would be back and we would see where this... This thing between us went. You couldn't have expected me to wait for you forever. Jaxon was here and you weren't."

"It was hardly forever. And what the fuck was that supposed to mean? So he came over how many days then?"

"Only today." I said in frustration.

"Would you like it if I went on 'study' dates with other girls?" He asked, his heated gaze never leaving my face.

I was about to answer, then paused myself. I was imagining his words in my mind, and suddenly I found that he was right. I would most certainly not like the idea of him going on study dates with other girls. Mainly because he was so attractive and everything about his body spelled out the word 'sex' in big and bold, red letters. There was no doubt that girls would see the sign.

"Fine," I forced out. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Fucking finally. Now can we agree that Jaxon should stay the fuck away from you?"

"No, he's still my friend."

"For God's sake! You're sorry, but you still want to remain friends with him? Make up your fucking mind, Daisy."

"He's my friend! You cannot tell me who and who I can't be friends with. I won't study alone with him anymore but I will continue being his friend." I said, pursing my lips.

He growled and pushed me away from him, turning around to step away from me. He began placing the room, running his hand through his hair till it was a mess. I stared at his pacing figure in disbelief. Why was me being friends with Jaxon such a big deal to him?

"This is why I don't like relationships." He started again. "It's fucking stressful. I already have enough shit on my plate as it is."

"So that's it then? You don't want to be in a relationship with me anymore?" I asked with wide eyes. "We didn't even start our relationship yet and you want out? Gosh." I laughed sarcastically, my heart hurting by this fact.

"I want out because you don't fucking listen to me."

"Why should I? You are being ridiculous about this whole Jaxon thing. You want to make constant demands and you want me to listen to you and do as you please. That's why your past relationships didn't work out. Because you are far too controlling and possessive." I said, my eyes stinging with tears. Gosh, I was suddenly feeling emotional.

He stopped his pacing, and moved towards me once again. My breathing became uneven when he stopped in front of me.

"I-I..." He sighed deeply, looking at a lost for words. He knew that what I said was true. He wanted to dominate every person and control them. That's why he made the perfect gang leader.

I flinched when his hand touched my cheek. I pushed him away. "Don't touch me. Y-You keep messing with my emotions. Whole week I was excited for you to come back, but you never did. I was willing to give you a chance, despite everything people were telling me about you. I'm not so sure I made the right choice anymore."

He touched me anyway, placing his hand on my cheek softly, and grazing away the saltiness of my tears. I guess he was a bad listener too.

"Don't say that." He whispered roughly. "You made the right choice."

"Then why are you being so difficult?" I asked, sniffling.

"Because I don't know how to be normal." He admitted. I was startled when suddenly his hands were placed on my bum and he was lifting me up effortlessly. He sat down onto the bed and placed me on his lap, till my legs was straddling his torso. I gulped nervously.

"You were wrong before. My past relationships weren't ruined because of my territorial behavior or whatever. It didn't last long because I didn't want it to. I'm naturally controlling and demanding, it's how I was raised, because my father knew that one day I would be in charge of his work. I don't know how to be any other way and I'm sorry if it bothers you." He said, lowering his head towards our laps.

I placed my hand softly onto his cheek and tilted my head to look at him. "Jason, I'm sorry too."

"Why?" He asked, his gorgeous green eyes looking into mine.

"For never listening. And for saying all those things about you. And for not considering your part of the story." I said in guilt.

"I admit, you piss me the fuck off when you don't listen to me," He used one hand to grip and waist and the other to lightly trail his thumb over my bottom lip. I shivered at the feather touch. We were only a few inches apart. "Everyone listens to me, and all I want to do is learn you to respect me." He said softly, bringing my face closer to his forcefully. I gladly obliged, lost in his sweet eyes. "But I need to respect you too. And I will respect you, by letting you remain friends with that piece of-... I mean Jaxon." He ended off, out lips brushing together. My eyes were instinctively shut, and I fluttered them open slowly.

I appreciated how he was trying to respect me and how I felt. I appreciated that he was making an effort. But the way my legs were straddling his strong and hard body, and the way our privates were so close, was making me warm and all I wanted to do was kiss him. His sexy and deep voice reverberating through me was doing nothing to ease my lust.

"Okay." I nodded.

"Okay? That's all you're going to say?" He asked incredulously. "I've never done this shit for any girl before."

"Okay." I said again, gulping deeply as I decided my next move.

I released a shaky breath before moving forward and placing a soft kiss on his lips. It was so awkward as I had no idea what I was doing, or if Jason even wanted to kiss me in the moment. He was immobile for just a second, before he snapped out of it and immediately gripped my face and pulled me closer towards him.

I pulled away and looked at him with embarrassed eyes.

"Feeling naughty, aren't you?" He asked with a small smirk.

"I missed you." I said in excuse.

"It's a good thing then that I missed you too."

I waited for his lips to touch mine, and not a second later they did. He gripped the base of my neck and pulled me closer, till my breasts were pressed tightly to his hard chest. It sent tingles of excitement throughout my body, as well as his quickly moving lips. His mouth caressed my bottom lip ever so gently, as he sucked on my lip. I moaned into the kiss and buried my hands into his hair.

I pulled his hair ever so slightly causing him to groan into the kiss. He stood up, lifting me with him. My legs clenched around his waist tightly, scared of falling. His lips never left mine as he turned us around, and suddenly I landed on the bed in a heap.

"Jason," I said breathlessly.

He bit his lip and let his dark eyes trail over me. Ever so slowly, he lifted his t-shirt up with one hand, revealing his hard abdomen and sexy tattoos that were screaming at me to lick them. His dark and lust filled gaze sent waves of pleasure throughout me. Once removed, he discarded his t-shirt onto the ground.

He slowly descended upon me, the heat of his body instantly radiating over mine. I shivered as delightful tingles ran throughout my body. My eyes widened at his actions.

"I finally get to spend some time with you." He whispered huskily, his lips inches above mine.

"And I finally get to spend some time with you." I said breathlessly, before lifting my head up and letting my lips meet his.