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Thankfully he doesn’t notice me and within minutes, he disappears inside the building and I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I can’t let this boy distract me.
He’s not worth my time.
ELEVEN
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The next dayI do my best to keep my cool and act normal around everyone but it’s fucking tough. I’m not in the mood for any type of interaction with anyone, and what makes it worse? The one person I’m trying my damnedest to forget seems to have already forgotten me.
Daisy.
The moment I stormed into the admin building, Daisy had her back to me, completely ignoring me. She didn’t even look in my direction when Vivian called out my name, or when I snapped at Vivian in return and she asked what crawled up my rear?
Direct quote. Stupid quote. I just stared at her without saying a word, and Vivian waved her hand toward my favorite office, sending me in to perform my favorite task.
No eye contact from Daisy, no nothing. I stapled papers so hard, I think I broke the fucking stapler, but I didn’t give a damn.
In the classes we share, she wouldn’t look at me. During lunch, she was nowhere near the dining hall.
Where the hell did she go?
I wandered around outside, my gaze constantly searching for her despite my animosity toward her. Despite the burning in my gut and the way I clenched my fists every time I thought about her. I never saw her blonde head when I was outside. Hell, I even went to the library early since I spend sixth period in there, but she wasn’t hiding among the stacks either.
I could almost believe she’s purposely avoiding me and it’s driving me out of my mind.
My last class of the day is statistics and it’s my least favorite. I hate the classroom. It’s old and musty and I can imagine one of my dead relatives going here back in the early nineteen hundreds, mouthing off and acting like he owns the school.
Just like me.
This period though, instead of glowering and daring anyone to even look at me, I keep my gaze fixed on the desk, listening to Mrs. Nelson talk about meaningless topics. I don’t have the energy to listen, to pay attention, to work on the sample problems she mentions.
God, I hate statistics. Math. All of it.
The day is dark and I swear it’s only because I haven’t looked into Daisy’s eyes. Crazy, right? My mood is for shit and I wonder if seeing her, hearing her voice—fuck, getting her to actually acknowledge me—will make me feel better. She’s bright and pretty, a flower shining in the sun and I feel like I need some of that brightness shining on me.
The hair and the face and the smile and the sunny disposition, it all works for her. While that is some corny shit and I don’t normally think like that at all, but for some reason, I can’t shake her.
I’m desperate to shake her.
I tell myself it’s just a passing phase. I’ll forget all about her by the weekend. If I’m lucky enough, I’ll wake up tomorrow not thinking about her at all and when I see her during first period maybe I’ll think, oh yeah. There’s Daisy.
Big deal.
And then again, maybe not. Because it doesn’t feel like I’m going to shake her any time soon. I’m…consumed.
Obsessed.
Pissed about it too.
I normally like girls who are dark-haired and mysterious. Girls who play it cool and don’t fawn all over me—with the exception of Cadence, who makes me feel like a rock star with the way she pays far too much attention to me. Her fangirl behavior is obnoxious.
Girls who don’t consider me anything special are usually more my speed because they’re wealthy too and the money part doesn’t impress them. Yes, I’m a Lancaster and richer than all the rest, but they come from wealth and prestige as well, and while a lot of them have been trained to be husband hunters, they don’t push too hard or make too big of a deal about who I am. They’re hoping I choose them, and none of them, not a single one of them is who I want to choose.
A ragged sigh leaves me and I scrub my hand over my face, hating how twisted my gut is. I can’t eat. I can’t focus. I can’t sleep for shit.
Girls with money should be the ones that interest me but that will never be Daisy because she’s broke as a joke and comes from her groundskeeper father. And her dead mother.
What happened to her anyway? Why did she die? How? When did it happen? Is that why Daisy keeps to herself? She may think she’s friendless and that none of us like her but I see how she is. How she puts up that wall and doesn’t let anyone penetrate it.
