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JASON

When I entered the mansion, the strong smell of blood hit me like a ton of bricks. I was used to the metallic smell of blood. I could smell it from distances away. Naturally, it alarmed me. A cold shiver racked my body as I rushed to get inside. People were yelling, screaming even as they tried to maneuver themselves out of the crowd.

For the first time in a long time I felt my heart thumping violently. I was never worried about anything in these cases. I had no one to take care of. Not a single person who I had to worry about whenever there was a gang shooting. Everyone in the gang could take care of themselves.

But not Daisy, she couldn't take care herself. She looked as if she couldn't hurt a damn fly.

I pushed people out of my way roughly. Fucking amatures. Why would people come to parties like this when they knew that gang shit went down here. It pissed me the fuck off whenever there were civilians in the way, and who couldn't get out of the damn way fast enough.

"Get the fuck out of my way." I hissed, pushing some random guy away from me.

The once booming music was silenced, and the only thing to be heard was the screams and fearful yells. By now most people have already spilled out of the mansion. Cars were heard zooming away in the distance.

I scanned my eyes all over the darkened place, trying to spot Daisy's brown hair, but every other girl that I laid my eyes on had brown hair too.

Fucking great.

"Jason!" It was Derek. He halted me in the midst of the rushing crowd.

"What the fuck happened?" I asked, muttering curse words under my breath.

"It's Lucien. He took that girl you were with upstairs!"

At his revelation, I felt fear coursing through my veins. I wasn't afraid for Lucien and his gang, they were a joke to me. But I knew that he wouldn't hesitate to hurt Daisy just to get to me. Fuck. I knew it. I fucking knew that my lifestyle would somehow end up putting her in danger. It was why I stayed the hell away from her, why I told her to get the hell out of the dorm and away from me. All of that shit was for nothing.

I grabbed the nearest object, which gladly was just a chair, and slammed it broken against the wall. I wad a crazy fucker when anyone dared to mess with me. And messing with Daisy for some reason meant messing with me too.

"Why the fuck didn't you stop him?" I growled out angrily.

"He had men with him, man. We are only eight here altogether. The closest gang members are miles away. They won't get here in time." He said in distress.

"Fuck." I hissed. "He's not here to fight, I can promise you that. But if anything happens to her, your balls will be on a platter the next time I see you."

Maybe I was being a bit dramatic and it wasn't his fault, but I needed to direct my anger onto someone.

"Stay here and lay the fuck low. When all these people clear out, do not make the first move of offense. Only when absolutely necessary." I warned.

"I won't. There are men surrounding the perimeter. We couldn't make a move even if we wanted to. There's no way we can take them. We will run out of ammo if we start a shootout."

Given, it was probably my fault that we were in the mess. I usually calculated every step that I took, every move that my gang made when it came to places like this. Daisy distracted me from my work. This was why I wanted her out of my damn life. She was far too much baggage.

Even just thinking this in my head made me feel like utter shit. She was baggage alright, but sweet and innocent baggage that I wanted all to my damn self. This is my fault too. I had no will power to leave her the fuck alone. I was the one who called her over. She was about to go about her night without associating with me.

If anything happened to her, it would be all my fucking fault.

"Then wait for my call." I instructed. "Now, which way did they go?" I asked. My fists clenched tightly causing my knuckles to turn white. I imagined Daisy's big hazel eyes full of tears. The light that was supposed to be shining in them gone. I imagined that big prick face hurting her and small whimpers coming from her soft lips.

The thought was enough to have the beast waking up inside of me.

"I'm not sure where, but I think that they're on the third floor."

"Fucking hell," I muttered. "Don't call anyone else. I'm certain Lucien is not here to attack."

"But-"

"No fucking buts. No one else is dying tonight. Especially not any of you guys. I won't allow that."

"Fine, just be careful."

I smirked. "I always am."

He was about to walk away, when I stopped him by the arm. "Derek, I want you to make sure that Daisy's friends are okay. God help her from breaking down if something happened to them." I muttered.

"How should I know who-"

"Micheal and his new group of pussy friends. Those are the one's."

He nodded in understanding.

Unfinished business happened with the Black's and Santiagos. With my father's retirement as a gang leader and the death of Luciens father, we were left to clean up the dirty mess they left.

Unfortunately so.

"Goodluck."

***

DAISY

"Ouch, what are you doing?" I whimpered.

"Stay still, Daisy. This should be epic for Jason." A malicious chuckle escaped Lucien lips. A sly, wicked grin on his face.

It was long since I've seen him. His dull blue eyes and black hair brought back memories that didn't want to remember.

I tried to control my feelings and emotions. But the vivid image of two dead bodies collapsing harshly on the ground was enough to have me shaking in fear. I have never witnessed something so absolutely vile.

Only a few minutes had passed since those huge tattooed guys shot those people. Since Lucien began dragging me upstairs. Since the tears started falling. And since complete chaos occurred. I should have never left Jason. He would have prevented this from happening.

"Please, don't do this. I thought that we're friends." I said hoarsly, my eyes blurry. We were in a dimly lit room. Lucien pushed me into a chair and began tying my wrists to the chair's arms. I was took by complete surprise when Lucien and his men began shoving people out of the party. They killed two people, and threatened to kill more if everyone hadn't gotten out sooner.

There was no doubt I was curious about his plan. How the hell did he even know about Jason and I?

"Friend?" He scoffed. "You're not my friend, Daisy. You chose Jason. It's a funny story, but a true one." He laughed.

"What do you mean I chose Jason? I barely know him. He doesn't know me either." It was a lie, but how would he know? I was beyond confused. Why was he doing this?

"Don't play dumb. I've been keeping tabs on you and you guys seemed to be pretty close. Almost too close."

"You mean stalking me? Why on earth would you stalk me?" I asked in bewilderment. I resisted when he pulled my wrists tightly against the chair. It hurt like hell. Trying to wiggle my way out of the tight knots. "Let go, you jerk!"

"Stop struggling." He muttered, his jaw clenching tightly.

"Why were you keeping tabs?" I asked again. "And what are you doing here?"

Oh god, if Jason found me here with Lucien and Lucien told him that I have been living with him for years, he would so mad. He would hate me and leave me here to Lucien's mercy. Everything that had happened between us would all have been for nothing. I haven't known Jason for long, just merely a month, but we shared some sort of connection and just being in his presence made me feel safe, I didn't want to give up seeing him anymore. Just the thought caused more tears to sting my eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, too many questions." He smirked. "You really have changed a lot, Daisy. You were quiet, sweet, shy and funny before. And now you're different. I don't know if it's a good different though."

I gritted my teeth. "You're a psycho. Coming here and doing all this, you have no right to-"

I was silenced when he muffled my mouth with his hand.

"Stop talking. The reason for all this? You leave my fucking territory without informing me. You lived with that bitch friend of yours in my home and under my fucking roof. Don't dare ask me why I'm doing this. You left without saying goodbye only to come here, to this shit hole and fuck around with my enemy. I liked you and you were too blind to see it. Now don't call me names because of your lack of competence." He hissed, his eyes darkening dangerously.

His hand slowly removed from my mouth, giving my constructed lungs much needed air. I breathed in deeply, my chest tightening. I could feel tears forming at the corners of my eyes. I wanted to go home. Back to campus. Anywhere but here. I should've stayed with Jason. I felt far more safe with him, even when he was sometimes a giant jerk.

"You liked me?" I asked quietly, trying to process his words.

"Yes, but I don't anymore." He stepped back after my hands were tightly knotted. I still had no idea what was going on. And even if I had a little bit of a clue, it was clear that he was doing this because of his rivalry with Jason.

"Why me, Lucien?" I asked, my eyes threatening to shed more tears.

I desperately wanted to pray to God to let me go home. But then I realized, I had no home. Where was home truly for me? I had no family and no house to call a home.

"You'll see sooner or later, flower." He smirked, his lips forming a crooked half smile.

I cringed when he called me 'flower'. It was my nickname from him because of the flower daisy's. It was kind of nice then, but now it was just cringe-worthy.

"Now, for the final touches..." Lucien murmured, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He placed his fingers by his mouth and in a whistling stance, before letting out a curt whistle. Almost as if signaling someone. My thoughts were confirmed when the door to the bedroom opened. In came one of the guys that killed that innocent guy at the party. My breath hitched as my senses suddenly became alarmed.

The man looked threatening as hell. He had tattoos trailing up his arms and rings all over his body. His fingers, nose, eyebrows and lips. The tattoos were similar to Jason's, but the difference being Jason's were beautiful and it sent delightful shivers down my spine. The one's on this man most definitely did not have the same effect on me.

I made no move to avert my attention elsewhere, I was terrified for my life. Lucien wouldn't hurt me, right?

"Buddy, you're just in time." Lucien smiled maliciously, sending the wrong type of shivers throughout my body.

What threatened me the most, was the plain white bucket in the unknown man's hand. He carried it all the way towards us and set it in front of Lucien. This caused Lucien's grin to intensify.

I closed my eyes, praying for this to be over. I clenched my fists tightly, not knowing what else to do. The dress I was wearing wasn't helping either.

"Is that everything, boss?" Creepy guy asked, his face stern.

"I need you to tell everyone to clear out on my signal. They have to be ready to go when I say so. We don't have much time. As soon as the screaming dies down, Jason will probably be here so I need you to inform everyone."

All creepy guy could do was nod. He left the room after that.

I trained my eyes to Lucien once again, cautiously waiting for his next move.

"The thing is, Daisy, I can't seem to get my hands on anything else in Jasons life. You're the weakest and most vulnerable person he cares about." He grinned, coming forward to kneel down in front of me. "You're a little innocent and naive girl. Weak and pathetic. Hurting you will give him the message."

I looked at him in disgust.

"You're disgusting, evil and cunning disgrace to humankind." I hissed, my feelings raging. I couldn't help it.

He chuckled, his hand reaching out to cup my face.

"Don't touch me!"

"Oh flower, if you knew that your boyfriend is just as disgraceful as I am, you'd be running to the next town by now." He caressed my cheek.

I moved my face away forcefully.

"Alright, Jason would be here soon so I'll need to hurry." He walked over to the bucket that the creepy guy brought in and picked it up. I only seemed to notice now what it was. The toxic smell hung heavily in the air. My throat tightened. It was gasoline. Petrol.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked in a whisper, realisation hitting me hard.

"Nothing much, flower. I'm telling you it's just a message to your boyfriend. Tell him I said 'hello' and he should stop stealing my shipments like a dog. When drugs went missing, I knew it was him. It's raging all over your fucking campus. The little pink sweets that you've been seeing, those are my possessions and suddenly it's trending here. My dealer made sure not to associate business with Jason."

I kept looking away, not saying anything.

"Anything else you want to say to me before I leave, flower?"

"Yes, I do. You can do much better than this. I know somewhere in you there's a good person." I said hopefully. I wasn't lying.

"Don't lure me. It won't work." he said, his voice void of emotions.

With that said, he used both hand to lift the bucket and bring it over my head.

"Wait, please-"

I got cut off as I felt the cold liquid gush over my head. It soaked my hair completely before going to do the same with my entire body. I gasped for breath as tears stung my eyes for the third time. The liquid burnt against my skin and eyes. It was toxic. I wondered if it was petrol in the first place.

"P-Please," I gasped, the burning sensation increasing.

"Hold on, flower. I can help."

The burn was increasing. I could barely open my eyes and my hands were tightly constricted. I was useless. All I could do was succumb to the pain.

"Hold on, flower." Lucien muttered before I felt a stinging sensation in my arm.

"Rest, baby girl. That dick face will come any time soon."

My head felt hazy all of a sudden. I could barely feel anything. The suddenly, my head pounded. Slowly, my vision was blocked from me completely, before absolute darkness took over.

***

JASON

I dug my hand in my side and slowly pulled out my gun. There was not a single person around. I made sure to load my gun fully and take the safety off. I kicked all the doors to the rooms open, to no luck.

When I came to a halt in front of the last door right at the end of the hall, I heard nothing. Was Derek sure that this was the right floor? Well, there was no shit in finding out. I twisted the rounded knob before kicking the door open completely. The room was dimly lit, with a toxic smell that caught my attention.

Petrol.

My breath hitched. No fucking way.

My eyes scanned the large room before they landed on a small figure sitting on a chair. I walked forward in disbelief, my chest tightening painfully.

"Daisy?" I asked lowly. She gave no reply, but I noticed one thing. She was comeptlely soaked. From head to toe. Her head was drooped forward, nothing supporting it and her arms tightly secured to the chair.

No.

I rushed forward, all thoughts of shooting someone's brains out lost as I made my main priority Daisy. When I reached her the first thing I did was check for a pulse. She was breathing.

"Motherfucker," I cussed loudly, my anger getting the best of me. How the fuck dare he touch her?

"Daisy? Please answer me." I urged softly.

I lifted her head but her eyes were shut tightly. The only thing keeping me from going insane was the small breaths coming from her. She was ice cold and shivering. When I get my hands on that bitch, I would make sure he got fucking six feat under the damn ground.

I gently began untangling the tight knots that were made around her wrists. They were red of being tied down so tightly. I gritted my teeth tightly, trying to get my breathing under control. My chest was throbbing with anger. If I thought that I was possessive and protective of her before, it was nothing compared to the amount of emotions I was feeling then. Anger was the most prominent one of all.

I couldn't understand how Lucien knew to target her. It made me so much angrier to know that even though I tried to stay the fuck away, my enemies still knew about her now. What the fuck was the point? This whole time trying to stay away, I could have had her for myself.

I couldn't stop myself when my first slammed into the ground. I swore when pain flared throughout my hand.

On the floor, I noticed a small box of matches lying next to the chair. Lucien was messing with me. Taunting me. And this time, it was fucking working. I took the matches and hauled it across the room angrily. I will kill every single one of his minions if he ever tried to pull this off again.

Let just say, petrol and matches never went well together.

Quickly, I wrapped my arms around her body and lifted her off the wooden chair. I moved over to the queen's sized bed sitting in the centre of the room and gently placed her down onto it. Her beautiful face looked so innocent. This literally pained me to know that someone could hurt her.

Without hesitation I began removing her clothes. It was freezing and soaked in this fucking gasoline, I had to get it off her immediately before it really affected her. I knew that she would hate me for stripping her clothes off but she would thank me soon enough. I didn't bother to look at her body. It took so much of will power but I didn't even take a peak. I instead pulled my jacket off and began putting her arms through the sleeves. It was too big for her small frame so it worked out perfectly for her. I zipped it up, the jacket ending mid-thigh. I pushed the hair away from her face and pulled it out of the jacket.

She was numb of the cold, and all I wanted to do was break something, or fuck someone's face up with my fists, or choke the fuck out of them. Lucien would be the preferable target. God, I wanted to gut him so fucking hard in the balls.

Shaking my thoughts off, since I couldn't afford to get angrier, I made my way towards the closet. I pulled open the door and searched for anything that could keep her warm. There was no way she can bare the cold outside. I found a perfect sized checkered blanket and grabbed it. Walking over towards Daisy's sleeping form I wrapped the blanket around her and lifted her body once again. She looked so cute wrapped in a blanket, like a complete baby. I smiled at her and pecked her lips softly.

There was no point now denying that she was mine. I didn't know how or why she affected me so much, but I couldn't care now. Lucien already knew about her. I couldn't stay away from her anymore.

With Daisy's sleeping form in my arms, I made my way out of the room, leaving her clothes behind. But before doing so, a small note came revealed in the small pocket of Daisy's dress that was discarded on the bed. I narrowed my eyes curiously before plucking the note. When I opened it, my blood boiled dangerously.

Have fun cleaning her up. I hope you realize that this was a way of warning you not to mess with my gang and steal my drugs. She's a charmer, you wouldn't want to see her hurt once more, now would you? So play your roles nicely and I'll play mine.

-L

Steal his drugs? I couldn't come up with an idea to what the fuck he was taking about.

"Piece of shit." I muttered.

Both Lucien and I were the youngest gang leaders in the state. We were equally as fucked up, did the same sort of business, and had no sense of caring if we broke the law. The difference between him and I, was that I wouldn't hurt an innocent girl to get to him. No matter who the fuck she was. I had enough standards to stop at certain boundaries. It was the thing that made us different from eachother. He had no limits when trying to beat me, and he would go as far as to kill innocent bystanders who got in his way. The only people I killed, were people like him.

When I returned to the dorms after a long drive, I stayed seated in the car and pulled my phone out. I had numerous missed calls but ignored them going straight to my brothers contact.

He answered on the first ring. "Derek told me what happened. Is everything alright now? Is Daisy okay?" I almost wanted to snap at him for worrying about her that much, but calmed myself down.

"Yeah, the coward soaked Daisy in gasoline and left a box of matches besides her unconscious body. He injected her and left." I said into the phone, glancing at Daisy who was comfortably resting in the passenger seat.

"Piece of shit," He swore. "Who the fuck does he think he is?"

"Oh, don't worry, the next time I see him he is going straight to fucking hell." I was gripping the phone tightly. "Look, I called to let you know that we'll talk about this shit first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, okay."

I hung up and stuffed my phone in my pocket.

A truly shitty night it was.

I opened my door and got out. I walked over to the passenger side and opened the door to get Daisy. What surprised me was the slow flutter of her eyes. She was waking up.

"Daisy?" I whispered slowly.

Her eyes opened wide, revealing the beautiful hazel orbs that I longed to see.

She stared at me confused.

"Baby," I smiled but it dropped when her eyes filled with fear. She suddenly bolted up and frantically looked around, as if searching for someone.

"Woah, it's okay." I assured, gently grabbing her wrists. "It's okay, Angel. You're safe." I said soothingly.

Her heavily rising chest calmed down slightly when she looked at me.

"Jason?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "It's me."

She blinked slowly before tears suddenly formed in her eyes. Fuck, I seriously had to get this shit off of her.

"Come on." I placed my hands on her waist and slowly brought her up to my chest. Her arms instantly wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist. She rested her head on my shoulder, letting out quiet breaths.

I felt on top of the damn world knowing that she seeked comfort by me even after I was the biggest dick ever. And god, it was a good feeling.

I pulled the blanket over her and kicked the car door closed. After securely locking up I made my way towards the dorm room.

When I reached the dorm I felt Daisy's figure tensing, telling me that she was still awake. What will she be thinking? Will she stay away from me now that Lucien became recognised with her?

"Daisy..." I trailed off.

She answered a full minute later. "Yeah?"

"You gonna have to take a shower now, okay?"

"Okay." She said softly. The fact that she was speaking so little said a lot. Without knowing so, Daisy always spoke her mouth out even if she wasn't aware of it. I pretended to be annoyed, but secretly loved when her sweet, feminine voice spoke.

When we were inside I locked the door and slowly placed her down.

"Come on." I unwrapped the blanket from her body causing her to shiver.

"Sorry," I said softly, sending her a smile. Her lips slowly curved up into a small and breathtaking smile of her own, surprising me that she managed to smile even after what had happened. I took her arms and began removing my jacket.

"Did I waste your time?" She asked softly, avoiding my eyes.

The fuck did she just say?

"What?" I asked lowly.

"I mean... I probably wasted your time. I could've just waited for the owner of the house to find me." She blurted out.

I gripped her chin, using everything in me to prevent myself from getting angry, and lifted her face to look at me. Her eyes were glistening and shining with a newfound wetness. I hated to see her cry, I really did.

"Don't dare think that. Why the hell would you think that?" I asked. I was beyond annoyed by this.

Did she not get the message already? Or wad she that oblivious? I fucking cared about her. I was like a protective and jealous boyfriend and I couldn't explain the fuck why.

"I didn't think-" She started but stopped herself shortly and began shaking her head vigorously.

"Daisy," I sighed and caressed her cheek. "Nothing, absolutely nothing about you will be a waste of time. Got that?"

"But-"

"No buts." I deadpanned, warning her not to argue.

"Okay." She whispered.

"Now let's get you cleaned up." I took her by surprise as I as picked her body off from the ground. Her hazel eyes went wide causing me to chuckle. She always did that and managed to look beyond cute.

She stayed silent all the way to the bathroom. Her wrists were still red, reminding me about the shit that happened. I hoped she didn't hate me now. I was the asswipe who sent her back to that party, letting this shit happen to her.

"Why have you never used this shower when you still stayed here?" I wondered aloud, but I already knew the answer. I just wanted to know what she would say.

Her cheeks suddenly became red.

"Oh, well uh... I just.. I don't know." She stuttered avoiding my eyes causing me to smirk.

I don't know my ass. She was way too shy, that's why she avoided me all the time.

"Yeah right, Angel."

She stayed silent, pursing her lips. I chuckled. Adorable.

I placed her down on the stool in the corner of the small bathroom. She looked around aimlessly, her wet hair was now dry and looked sticky from the petrol. I just wanted to run my hands through her hair while the water washed it clean, but how would she react to that? Physical intimacy wasn't a big deal to me. I've seen it all. Hell, I've fucked more times in my life than I could count. But I couldn't say the same for her.

"Where are my friends?" She asked, her eyes suddenly panicked.

"We'll talk about that when you're cleaned. If you don't wash that shit off you right now it could have worse effects. They're fine don't worry now." I ensured. It was true; Derek had texted me informing me that they were all safe and apparently that Mavis bitch went ape shit on him when he said Daisy was in danger. The bitch probably felt bad for suggesting that party in the first place.

She breathed in deeply. "Two people died, Jason. They got killed for being there. How can someone be so cruel?" She whispered. "Taking a life without even blinking. Do people feel no compassion?"

I gulped deeply. I wasn't lying if I said that I have killed more people than I could count. There wasn't really feelings for killing bad people. The only feeling there was when killing was disgust and maybe a bit of satisfaction. I sounded like a psychopath.

"Come here," I muttered. "Time for that shit to be washed off of you."

"How will-"

"Don't talk. Just come." I said impatiently. I wanted to touch her urgently. To hold her.

She shakily stood up, a look of reluctance crossing her face. Her small steps where urging me to pull her forward but I resisted.

Instead of staring and admiring her I turned the shower on instead. I made sure it was warm and comfortable, because she was practically shivering to death outside.

"Why are you and Lucien such great enemies?" Daisy's voice floated in the air, leaving a cold feeling behind.

"What?" My blood ran cold at the thought of Daisy knowing Lucien's name. "How do you know his name?"

She looked alarmed, but quickly tried to hide it. Oh sweetheart, I could read right through people.

"Uh, he told me..." She said, her voice slightly unsure.

I would've believed her, but the fact that she didn't sound sincere at all caused me not to. Also, she spoke hesitantly and unsurely.

What exactly could I make of that? There was no way in hell she knew that prick before tonight.

I knew when people lied. My father taught me to be an expert at almost every conniving quality. I was most skilled in lying and manipulation.

"Well, that's the last you'll ever see of him so don't worry. I'll make sure of it." I said surely. I would put a pullet in his head before he had the chance to even look at her ever again. Forget that, I would stab him in the heart, shoot out his knee caps and then-

"Thank you for coming back for me." She suddenly said.

I frowned. "Don't ever thank me for shit like that."

"Still. I appreciate it."

I nodded.

"Although, I don't appreciate you taking my clothes off." She continued, looking down at her self.

"I had do. I don't think you realize what that motherfucker drowned you in. Fucking gasoline, Daisy. You're a chemistry major. Shouldn't you know what that shit can do?" I stressed.

"Is someone secretly a chemistry geek?" She asked with a cheeky smile.

I pulled her towards me and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Maybe I am." I smirked. "So what?"

"It just made you so much hotter." She blurted out. Someone was becoming less shy around me as the seconds passed. I loved it.

"I was hot either way." I said cockily caused her to laugh softly.

"Where's my clothes?" She asked, placing her hands on my biceps.

"I left them at the party."

"What?" Her eyes widened. "Mavis will kill me."

"I'll kill her first." I joked. "Besides, I fucking hated those clothes it was horrid. You might have looked like the hottest and biggest cocktease of the century, but other guys were there as well. If you were mine, legitimately mine, I would have never let you worn those."

"I wasn't a cocktease!" She defended. "And I am not yours. So I guess you have no point there do you?" She challenged.

"You will be." I said, my jaw clenching.

"Will be what?"

"Mine." I promised.

She didn't reply, but kept staring at me with those fucking sex eyes and lips of hers. I wanted to bend her over and have my way with her.

"Now take it off." I ordered, motioning to my jacket.

"No, you've already seen me almost naked when you undressed me." She pouted.

"I had to. Stop being so difficult, baby. And no, I did not see you almost naked. You were hurt and looking at you half naked was not on my priority list." I said, making sure she realized that I wasn't a jackass manwhore as she probably thought. I had morals too.

"Okay. I believe you." She said.

That was easier than I thought.

"Good, now take it off. We're going to have a shower."

***

A/n.
Just to let new readers know, this book is already completed. But I am kind of rewriting the chapters so that it's not so childish, since I wrote this two years ago when I was 16.

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