01: Z A C K

The sound of the door being pushed open had the geography teacher craning his head from the direction of the board curiously.

"Sorry I'm late," I heard a girl muttered and her voice sounded like she was out of breath.

I looked up from my binder, my eyes landing on her. Daisy was standing there at the entrance of the class with one strap of her bag draping over one shoulder casually and a face expression that could only be described as grimness.

Daisy Coleman was one of those girls that sit at the back of the class mostly attending to the sleep she derived herself the night before because of hardcore parties or a banging session with her latest boyfriend all night. She was also the kind whom spoke with her looks rather than her voice. I've known her since middle school though no words of any kind has ever being exchanged between us.

With those dazzling blue eyes, Cupid bow like rosy pink lips and glossy skin, she was naturally a heartbreaker. She had broken so many hearts I couldn't keep track of the number but I knew in that process, she garnered a lot of enemies. But then, she couldn't care more the damage she had already inflicted. She turned all her wrongdoings into a personality trait and I hated especially hated that part of her.

Daisy's waves of silky blond hair looked like she came here straight out of bed. They were disheveled and made a mess over her shoulders. The plain black shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans poured over her implike figure. However, she managed to make it look stylish on her in a casual way. She usually dress herself in black which if you give it a second thought, actually represented her soul.

The devil is a woman in the form of Daisy in contrast to her name. She was every parent's nightmare and the danger lurking around in the darkness, waiting to lure the students into it's depth. We're talking about the girl that managed to get detention every week and almost burn down the chemistry lab once after fooling around with dangerous chemicals. The latter resulted in her getting banned from the lab but eventually, she was given a second chance this semester.

And then there was the constant degrading and harsh criticising of other students. Bullying was in her veins and she pretty much enjoyed the authority she held over students by making them follow her rules in the name of standing up for herself. She was a fucking sociopath and I appreciated never crossing paths with her.

"Miss Coleman, care to explain why you are so late?" Asked Mr Julius, folding his arms in a challenging way. The other students became more curious, enjoying the little show rather than their studies.

"Oh, didn't notice the time passed and I woke up late. So, you should pretty much blame mother nature for not granting us the competence to sense it's time for school even when we're sleeping," She answered sardonically, mustering up a few chortles from the students.

His gaze penetrated into her intensely for a few seconds before he finally replied. "How about you answer a question? If you win, I'll let you in." The way his eyes slowly analysed her made me doubt it was going to be an easy one.

Mr Julius was known for being a very strict middle aged man. Nobody dared to cross his path. Not even the bad girls. He has a strong obsession with punctuality and nobody dares to come later without being interrogated immensely.

"Fine, sir," She shrugged effortlessly.

"Can you state the theories I mentioned yesterday and briefly explain them?" He questioned lazily. His eyes idly stared at Daisy as she stood before him silently.

"Look Mr Julius, I was supposed to have a study session with Camden but he was busy with his home. . ."

"You must be riding the poor guy as the payment, then." I rolled my eyes when Eric's gob got the best of him. The class gasped in union and chuckled at the dirty joke.

Camden, the accused was sitting at one corner of the room and from the looks of it, his cheeks were flaring from embarrassment.

Both Mr Julius and Daisy glared at Eric, eyes burning a deep hole in his soul.

"Didn't mean for that to slip out, sorry." He said but the damage was already done.

"Miss Coleman, Mr Lockwood, to the principal's office. Now!" Mr. Julius only spoke once, never twice. Eric groaned involuntarily as he packed his books. A strange sense made me feel like someone was watching me. Swiftly taking my eyes from my best friend, I found a pair of ocean eyes on me.

Her eyes were filled with a mysterious beam that made me inquisitive to find out more. They sparkled like storm clouds right before lightning hits. I could swear there was an invisible connection between us. This was my first time really looking at her and seeing the depth of her blue eyes. I had never seen any emotion in them other than contempt. I observed her thick eyebrows that were curved in swooping arches over her eyes and her straight edged nose gave her a tough look. Her lower cherry lip was a bit bigger than the lower, but nonetheless, full.

Her droopy eyelashes blinked once, as if to invite me over. She was wearing her hair in a simple braid. Staring wasn't quite the right word to describe what Daisy was doing to me. It took her minute before the softness in her orbs were replaced by icy ones. We were both frozen on our spot with no intention of moving and being completely oblivious to what was going on in the class.

Daisy's eyes narrowed before she evaded her gaze. She strolled out of the class, acting as if nothing happened between us. But I was damn sure that moment happened. My eyes trailed after her as she walked out. A very unexpected, rare moment it was. One that I never encountered before.

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"Hey," I greeted when I came in and pecked my Mom on her cheek, strolling into the kitchen - my favourite place in the world.

Mom was chopping the carrots on the chopping board while Dad was reading the newspaper with a deep frown marred on his face. A soft old music was playing from the radio as Mom slowly danced to the song. Typical family evening that I usually come home to meet.

While Dad worked as a paediatrician, Mom ran a catering business. She loved cooking and baking, as long as there was music. There was nothing more beautiful to Dad than watching his wife cooking passionately and dancing to the music. Even after twenty-two years of marriage and four kids later, they were still in love and passionate about each other. It made me yearn for a family of my own.

"Welcome home, son. How was school?" Dad said, eyes still fixed on the newspaper.

"Very good. Nothing special and definitely nothing to worry about." I replied, as I picked up an apple from the fruit tray.

"Hi sweetheart! Look what I made for you." Mom happily chimed, shoving the dish into my face. My love for food was inherited from my mother. I enjoy cooking and baking with her. Those were the best moments I shared with her. Not only did we bond more but also made good memories.

"Mom! You promised me, not him!" Maya dropped her phone on the counter table as soon as she came inside the kitchen, her blonde locks she inherited from Mom bouncing. "That's why I am daddy's favourite!" she rushed towards Dad and hugged him tightly. She definitely was a Daddy's girl. Dad planted kisses on her forehead while Maya giggled like a small kid.

"And I am Mom's favourite. Right Mom?" I hugged my short Mom, stopping her from chopping the carrots.

Mom took his hand and kissed the back of it, her eyes sparkling with affections. "Of course, my dear boy."

"Where's Eden? I haven't seen her." Maya questioned as she settled next to Dad, peeling the banana she picked up from the fruit tray.

Before Dad could reply, My phone pinged in my jeans pocket. "I'll be right back." Leaving the kitchen to check the text in case of emergency, I brought out the phone and opened the message which read,

Unknown number: 'We need to talk.'

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