In the end

Chapter 46

Daisy's POV:

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the person standing infront of me, but I was more curious about why he was here standing infront of me.
'What are you doing here?'
His lips curve into a small smirk, he steps closer to me:
'I didn't know this street was forbidden'
I Cross my arms 'it's not'
He doesn't say anything and looks into my eyes
'You know, if you wanted to smoke weed you should at least put a few drops of eyedrops in your eyes because they are red as fuck' he says out of random and I look away.
I didn't even realise my eyes were blaintly red, I checked before I left the house but it seems I'm the only one that can't see the difference.
'I don't do weed' I say rolling my stinging eyes.
'You don't?' He asks and puts his hand in his jacket pockets
His presence infuriated me the more I was there, but then why couldn't I just turn around and leave?
'Can you stop asking random questions'
'Random questions is good' he says and I just look at him with a raised eyebrow.
Who the hell enjoys random questions?
That's like expecting the unexpected
'We'll ask someone else "random" questions because I'm leaving' I say and turn around to walk away but his hand grips on my arm
'It's too dark to go home alone'
'I can handle it' I turn around again but he grips on my arm tighter
'Do you mind?' I look at him hand that was gripping my arm and then back to him
'Come on, I'll take you home'
I shake my head 'I told you I can handle it, I don't need another...chaos' I say and he frowns
'Is that why you have been crying?'
So now he's going from weed to crying. Great.
'Just leave me alone' I say and he shrugs, he lets go of my arm 'fine'
'Thank you' I turn around again for the thousandth time and walk away from him.
As if his presence in school wasn't enough now I had the chance to see him whilst on a walk WHILST trying to find peace.
Fate is really throwing it's jokes into my face isn't it?

I was five minutes away from my house and whilst I was walking down the narrow street a group of men see me and they all look at me then look at each other, I try to ignore it and walk past them as fast as I could.
Maybe I should've taken Jordan's request to drop me off home.
'Hey pretty lady' one of them shouts before I even walk past them, the best thing to do always is to never reply.
I keep walking but faster this time.
'Ahh stubborn one' the whole group laughs and then I felt one of the man's hand grab me from the waist and pull me close to him.
'Let go of me!' I try to break his hand away from me but he was gripping on me so tight I felt my waist ache from the hurt.
'What's a pretty girl like you doing here hm?' He says, his breath was reeking of alcohol.
My Que to scream came and I screamed my lungs out hoping someone close could come help me, but these streets were so empty I almost had no hope, until a motorcycle noise pulled up and the man's grip on my waist loosened and he looked behind him, so did I and I was relieved more than ever to see Jordan hop out from his motorcycle and come charging at the man like a bull pinning him down on the floor like a piece of gum.
'If I EVER see you near these streets hurting a woman again I won't be responsible for you and your dirty mates funeral' he screams at the man
The man was on the floor and squirming begging Jordan to let him go.
'Apologise to her you cunt!'
The man apologises and my whole body shivered in disgust.
Jordan let's the man go and the whole of his friends and him run away.
'Are you okay?' Jordan turns to me whilst wiping his hands together.
'I-I'm fine' I say rubbing my arm and then flinching at the pain in my waist.
Jordan's eye flashes to my waist and he steps closer
'Where does it hurt?'
'I'm fine' I say again and slowly press on my waist
'Let me see' he says pulling my hands away from the area the man gripped on, he slowly pulled my shirt up to see my waist and I felt a sudden buzz feeling throughout my whole skin.
I hated this feeling more than ever, because I shouldn't be feeling this way towards him.
'There's a bruise but nothing more' he rubs his hands along the bruise and my body flinches at his touch
He looks up at me and my eyes meet his, I didn't realise I was staring at him until he looked at me.
I look away and then pull my shirt down
'I told you it's nothing' he doesn't say anything and steps back
'Thank you for...that' I wave my hand and he just smiles
'Don't mention it'
We stay silent for a few seconds looking at each other until he breaks the silence and requests to drop me off home again and I don't refuse this time.

We arrive to the front of my house and I take my helmet off and give it back to him.
When I get off the motorcycle he remains where he is and then looks at me.
'If you need anything let me know'
I look down at his lips and the thoughts in my head was taking over all the things I shouldn't be going for.
What I was about to do didn't matter in the moment cause I had to feel something.
I step forward to him and grab onto his leather jacket slamming my lips onto his.
I keep my lips where they were for a few seconds, to feel his lips, and god how soft they were, the way his lips felt sent every vibration in my body buzzing for more.
I felt his hands go up to my neck and pull my head closer to him.
He kisses me back softly and every bit of it felt right but wrong at the same time.
Nothing in me thought about jax, instead I was bombarded with the thoughts about how good Jordan's lips felt.
The way he tasted, the way he kissed, everything just felt good.
I pull away from the kiss then look back into his eyes that were already looking at mine.
I turn away without saying anything and then walk into my front porch.
I don't look back because I didn't want to face the fact that I just kissed Jordan.
But at the same time I didn't want to face the fact that nothing in me regretted it.

I walk in through my bedroom door and I was greeted by a very excited looking Micheal.
'I-..what are you doing in here?'
'Wanna tell me what you was doing with that Jordan guy dear sister?'
God..did he see everything?
I rub my temple and walk into my closet.
'Hello? I'm talking to you'
'Nothing..i was going for a walk and I came across him, nothing happened'
He gives a simple mhm and sits on my bed
'Look Daisy, I don't want you to throw yourself out there just cause jax broke your heart, have morals and don't forget who you are'
I look at Micheal and cross my arms
'I'm not like that Mike, you know me' I say
He sighs 'Then why did I witness you kissing Jordan?'
'It wasn't like that..'
'Then what was it?' He says questioning me further and further
I sigh and sit down on my bed next to him
I was going to tell Micheal everything, the way I felt kissing Jordan and the way I didn't even think of jax when kissing him but I had to keep it on the low.
'Nothing, I'm tired and want to sleep'
Micheal stands up without saying anything and leaves my room.
This is what I mostly liked about Micheal, when you don't want to explain he wouldn't push you to it, he would simply just let it go.

I was left alone in my bedroom once again and I slowly put my fingers on my lips, trying to feel how his lips were on mine.
The memory felt too vivid and every bit of me wanted to do it again.
I check the time and it was ten pm, I rub my eyes and open my bed side draw to grab my AirPods and that's when i see all the pictures of me and jax.
A feeling of guilt and sadness crept inside me.
The more I stared at the picture the more I felt my numbness turn soft.

This was back in Bournemouth when me and jax couldn't let eachother go.
The honeymoon phase.
My feelings felt like crashing again but I can't let that happen so I grab a lighter from my draw and go outside to my balcony.
I burn ever photo I had of me and jax, shredding it apart until it was nothing but ash.
In a way it felt good but I had so much memories that I couldn't get rid of just like these photos.
These burnt photos were just the start of getting over jax but why did I feel worse.
I didn't want him to leave, I want him to stay...forever.
A few days ago I would be saying how I can't live without him, but here I am now burning every photo I have of him and me.
I loved him so much that it was still hard to breathe at the thought of every moment I had with him.
It was over, me and him was over.
I can't wrap my head around it but the kiss I had with Jordan made it more believable.