DAISY

After the headmaster called the rude boy and me to her office, I found myself seated on the wooden bench opposite her desk, besides the ever so lovely roommate of mine. The first day of college and I was already in the administrative dean's office. The feeling that way worst was going to happen this year crawled up my spine, making itself known and scaring me in the process. If having my name shuffled up in the boys batch of names was just a minuscule mistake, I wouldn't put it past this college to make more mistakes.

Calling the headmaster was inevitable, what was I supposed to do? Stand outside my dorm room door all day long till this rude and arrogant boy over here decided to open it up? The main office didn't want to assist to me and said that they had gotten none of the arrangements wrong. Despite my original thought that I wasn't going to stir up any problems and make myself noticed, I managed to make one orange headed friend, a purple headed one and have a pair of green eyes glare holes into me. In my defenses, I didn't know that dorm room 176B was occupied with a boy. If I'd known I wouldn't have so nicely put my suitcases in the walk-in closet and left my girl things all over the show.

I should've just waited outside the door till he opened and ignored him while I packed my things, like sharing a room with a boy was a normal thing to do.

Staring at the administrative headmaster and dean of the Sciences faculty of West Minister Study, I fidgeted nervously in my seat, trying to get as much space between Green Eyes and me as possible. My palms were already sweaty. I seemed nonchalant though I could feel my heartbeat wildly beating, threatening to leap out of my rib cage. Imagine.

Green Eyes- he has a prominent glare on his face which was visibly fixated on the woman before us. His hands were in tight fists, causing the veins in his hands and arms to set on clear display. That way you could sense his anger in a matter of seconds. He had what you could call intimidating features. A straight nose, full pink lips, sharp jaws, and a pair of forest green eyes. Although there was no trace of happiness or enthusiasm on his face whatsoever, he still managed to look incredibly handsome. I cast my gaze from Green Eyes to the headmaster. Professor Flynn was watching us cautiously, her chin placed firmly in her palm and her elbow resting on the large wooden desk in front of her. Books, papers, pens, and binders were all stacked neatly on the desk around her.

No one broke the thin ice for a proper five minutes, all the while I sat innocently in my seat and nervously waited for someone to say something.

"Well, do you have anything to say about your behavior, Mr. Black?" The headmaster questioned, staring pointedly at Green Eyes.

Of course, he had to be Mr. Black.

"Yes. I acted the way I did because I don't need and want a fucking roommate." He cussed, he's words surprisingly calm. I winced on his behalf. He clearly had a lack of regard towards authoritative figures.

"Mr. Black, foul language is not allowed in this university!" Prof. Flynn scolded. I sunk back in my seat, feeling excluded.

"But whores are. I'm looking at one right now."

Prof. Flynn gasped, pounding her fist against the wooden desk. I feared it would shatter. 'Mr. Black' didn't flinch the least bit, nor bat an eyelash. I, however, flinched backward and my eyes widened. He was downright disrespectful, and I was immediately repelled by his behavior.

"That is no way to talk to me, young man. This is probably the hundredth time I've warned you in a year. One more wrong move and you're out!"

I bit my lip, stealing sideway glances at Green Eyes. He merely rolled his eyes, as if he had no care in the world. As if her words havent affected and wouldn't affect him and his studies one day the tiniest bit. I wiped my clammy palms on my light-blue faded jeans, feeling nervous. At this, Green Eye's head snapped over to me once again. His green eyes narrowed in a glare, scrutinizing my every move. Quickly, I pulled my hands back, bunching it up into nervous fists.

Green Eyes - damn, I needed to know his name - scooted closer towards me, affectionately scaring the hell out of me. I glanced at the headmaster after she calmed down a bit to see her preparing us a sheet, all the while I tried to move as far away as possible from Green Eyes. He rolled his eyes and gripped my wrist, before pulling me towards him. My eyes widened in disbelief.

"This is all your fault." He whispered lowly, though I could most certainly pick up how threatening his tone sounded. "You better not sign that sheet, princess." He mocked.

"Your expectation standards are too high." I blurted out. Geez, my mind and my mouth really werent very well connected. He narrowed his eyes at me angrily, opening his mouth to say something when thankfully Prof. Flynn decided to interrupt us. I felt so much gratitude towards her at that moment.

"Whether you like it or not, you are sharing that dorm room with Daisy over here. Do you understand?" She asked sternly.

I speak English, so of course I understand. Dumbass. He muttered the last part under his breath causing me to giggle.

"Mr. Black, shut up. And Ms. McKenway, since you oh so clearly have something to say, speak up."

I coughed, caught off guard and nervously cleared my throat. "Oh, uh, yeah." I started. "Is it ethical that the opposite gender could reside in the same hold?" I asked, remembering when I read the code of conduct and rules of the dormitories.

Green Eyes snickered loudly, bunching over. "I think what she means to ask, 'Can two people that can fuck sleep in the same bedroom?'"

I gasped at his choice of words and glanced warily at Prof. Flynn. All she did was roll her eyes, surprising me. I most certainly did not expect someone with a high academic position as her to take any nonsense from students. It seemed almost like she had these encounters with Green Eyes often. The question was; why she would tolerate so much disrespect from one person, without any given repercussions to the said person.

"No Daisy, not actually. Though I'm sorry for the inconvenience. You have applied a bit too late, that's probably my excuse. Usually, students apply months earlier, yet you did a mere two weeks ago. About twenty dorm rooms are in renovation due to damage and vandalism. For the time being - probably three to four months - I suggest you stay with Mr. Black."

"Her inconvenience? What about mine? You expect me to live with this chick? What the hell do you take me for?" Green Eyes scoffed, crossing his muscular arms.

"You have been living alone for a year now. Don't you think it's a bit unfair?" She rose a perfect brow. "End of discussion. I want you to sign these agreement sheets and abide by it."

I stood up and took the sheet from her outstretched arm. My eyes scanned over the rules. #1 No fighting, arguing about sleeping arrangement. I had no problem there. I skimmed it before getting to rule number twelve.

#12 Sexual relationships are not allowed.

I gulped, swallowing the heavy lump in my throat. I gripped the black inked pen and quickly scanned the rest of the sheet, mentally agreeing to all the rules. It was stupid really, given that we were university students and young adults. Everyone shouldve been able to make their own choices, especially about who they slept with. I personally had no problem with it, so I hastily ticked in all twelve rule blocks. After that I signed my full signature in the line provided below. I handed it back to Prof. Flynn as Green Eye's did the same. She scanned over my one first and nodded her head in approval before she began to scan over Green Eye's sheet too. After a while, she suddenly rolled her eyes.

"Mr. Black, why on earth do you not agree with rule number twelve?"

Rule number twelve? I mentally face palmed myself as a blush spread across my cheeks as I remembered what rule number twelve was.

"Because there's no fun in that, right? If I will be living with a girl for the next three months I might as well make it worth it." He winked, glancing at me with a smirk.

I averted my eyes and looked anywhere but at him. A foreign feeling erupted in my stomach, somewhat like tingles. I had many guys hint sexual innuendos towards me in the past but none of them had left me a sweaty, bundled mess. Of course, I had been nervous but for completely other reasons. Like, 'oh look, rapist!'. But at that moment it was anything but that. I nervously tucked a strand of hair behind an ear, wondering how, I, Daisy McKenway was going to survive three or more months living with a bad boy.

Green Eyes and I walked side-by-side in the same direction as before; to our dorm room. All the while he had a cold, nonchalant expression on his face. His green eyes held a blank emptiness. I sighed and flipped my wrist to look at my gold wristwatch. It read thirty-seven minutes to six. I wondered how long we have been in the headmaster's office. A half-hour maybe? Though with his protests I'd say an hour. All I knew, was that I had a tiresome day and I needed sleep.

We came to a halt in front of our dorm room. Green Eye's pulled his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He gestured for me to walk in first, looking at me expectantly. I swear my heart jumped at his kindness. I never took him as a gentleman, he seemed like anything but. A giddy smile slowly etched up onto my face at his chivalry, but all too soon it vanished when he opened his mouth.

"Monkeys first." He smirked.

"Donkeys follow." I retorted, smiling sweetly at him.

"How lame?" He scoffed, pushing me inside.

I stumbled a bit with wide eyes looking at him, expecting him to stop me from falling. But of course, it was Green Eye's we were talking about. I had known him for about an hour, yet I already knew his kind. I fell backward, landing sourly on my butt. I winced painfully and looked up at Green Eye's in shock.

"Uh, help me?" I asked. He smirked and shut the door, locking it. He outstretched an arm, holding it out for me. I sighed and placed my hand in his gracefully, only to not so gracefully fall yet again, flat on my ass. I groaned as a scowl overtook my face.

What an asshole?

"Your expectation standards are too high."

Oh, burn...

I blushed embarrassed all the while his booming laugh resounded throughout the room. I couldn't help but smile slightly- he had an amazing laugh.

Um...

"How lame?" I muttered while pushing myself off the ground.

"Oh really. Admit it, babe, I got you good."

"Fine, whatever." I couldnt say that the little pet name he had given me didnt affect me. I could imagine my face to be so red.

"Now, I think we have to establish some rules on our own." He suggested, lying on the left side bed. I walked over to him, sitting myself down next to him.

"What do you suggest?" I asked.

"No messing with my stuff could be one."

"Yeah, no messing with my stuff too." I agreed.

"Rule number two: no sitting on my bed." He scowled shooing me off.

"You're a jerk, you know?" I huffed before sitting down on my bed.

"Trust me, I know." He said causing me to roll my eyes.

"Number three: no communicating with me unnecessarily and out of this room."

"Why?" I asked feeling offended.

"Because,"

"Because what?" I urged.

"Because you not my type. You seem like a little princess. 'Daddy's rich girl' and all that. I do not associate myself with people like you." He stated nonchalantly.

Sadness overcame me as he judged me without even knowing me. After everything I had been through, people still managed to be prejudice with me. My life was never easy. Ease and tranquility ended on my twelfth birthday. After that everything was bad, and I had to survive that bad.

"You are right. Don't talk to me at all. If this is the part where we judge, I'd say you're a cold-hearted, uncaring idiot that cares for none but himself."

"Don't dare talk to me like that, Daisy."

I shivered when he said my name, not realizing that he even knew what it was.

"Well, don't you dare judge me like that." I said back, keeping a brave face even when I felt like a scared little girl on the inside.

"Whatever, prude."

I felt like I was not going to enjoy my fresh start anymore. If the floor could have just swallowed me, I would have been more than willing to go under. When a few minutes passed, I asked,

"What's your name?"

I thought he fell asleep due to the amount of time it took for him to answer but surprisingly, he did anyways.

"Jason." He muttered.

Jason.

"You didnt have to be rude, Jason." I mumbled, my eyes drooping forward. Still dressed in my day-time attire with my shoes on, I managed to sleep even though I had a suspecting feeling that someones scrutinizing gaze was lingering on me from across the room.