What happens at Night

chapter 1: who even are you??

Daisy's POV

"Shit. Shit," I mutter, trying to clean up the spilt coffee before Henry sees. 

"I saw that," he calls from the living room.

I look at him over my shoulder. "You did not."

He laughs, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Come on, we're late."

I abandon the coffee and grab my tote bag off the kitchen counter. On the way out I stop at the mirror I hung next to to door. I smooth my hands over my hair, slicked back into a bun, and pray that it's not hot and humid today. 

Henry and I conveniently have the same 8am public speaking class on Mondays so we drive together. I told myself I would be on time to all of my classes this semester but it's only the second week and I've already been late to this class three times. To be fair, it is at 8am.

We get to class and sit in our seats in the third row. Our professor is running late, so technically we're right on time. I'm listening as Henry tells me about the dream he had last night when some guy walks up behind him, clearing his throat to get our attention. 

Henry turns around and I raise an eyebrow at him, taking a second to look him up and down. He's tall. Like actually really tall. And he has dark brown hair and green eyes. He's wearing a black hoodie, grey sweatpants, and black headphones. 

"This is my seat," he says, pointing towards where Henry is sitting.

"Oh, sor-"

"No, it's not?" I interrupt Henry before he apologizes for no reason.

"What?" the guy says.

"It's not your seat. We've been sitting in these same seats in this class every day for the past two weeks. Plus, are you even in this class? I've never seen you in here."

"My course schedule changed. Look, I always sit in the second seat on the third row of every class. Just let me sit here."

"No," I laugh a little, amused by the fact that he genuinely expects us to get up.

"Come on, we can just move." Henry starts to grab his things and move seats.

"No. We're not moving, these are our seats."

The guy rolls his eyes.

"Oh my god, just let me sit here. It's not that deep."

"If it's not that deep then just sit somewhere else."

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Just move."

I laugh fully in his face this time. Honestly, if he'd been a little more polite I might've moved but he's pissing me off.

"Dude, who even are you?"

I suddenly become aware of how quiet the room has gotten. I look around to see everyone watching our interaction. 

The guy looks at me like he's confused by what I just said. Then after a moment he nods, smirking down at the ground before answering.

"Fine." 

Then he walks away to find another seat. I watch him walk away, pulling his headphones back over his ears. I shake my head.

Who does this guy think he is?

"What is wrong with you?" Henry asks.

"What?"

"You know who he is."

I pause for a second to try and remember if I actually know him.

"No, I don't."

Henry's jaw drops slightly.

"That was Malachai Garner."

Okay, I definitely don't know who this guy is.

"Henry, I've never heard that name in my life."

"He's on the basketball team? Doesn't date and barely talks to anybody?"

"Oh, so an asshole who thinks he's too good for everyone? Noted."

"Girl, I saw the way you looked him up and down just now."

"Excuse me??"

Henry shrugs, turning back to his desk as our professor walks in. Halfway through the lecture the guy, Malachai, walks up from the back of the classroom and chooses a new seat: the seat right in front of me. Which wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't like 6'9 and I wasn't 5'2.

"Really, asshole?" I say. 

He turns around, lifting his headphones off one of his ears.

"Sorry, I'm trying to focus."

He says it with a straight face but I can see this amusement in his eyes. 

I roll my eyes as he turns back around.

Maybe I'm overreacting. It's really not that big of a deal.

-

After that class Henry and I go our separate ways to our different classes. I have chemistry, and he has statistics. On the way to class I stop by the vending machine to get a pack of Oreos since I didn't eat breakfast. I walk into the room and stop in my tracks when I see someone already sitting at my table.

I've been the only one in this class who didn't a partner since we had an uneven number of students, and that was how I liked it. And, of course, of all the people it could've been it just had to be

"Malachai."

He turns to me at the sound of his name before groaning in annoyance when he recognizes me.

"Don't tell me..."

"That's my table."

He puts his hands up in defense.

"Look, I was told that this was the only table in need of another person." 

I set my bag down next to my seat, frowning. Even sitting down he's still taller than me.

"Well you were lied to. I don't need another person."

"Oh, you have a partner?"

"Well, no. But I don't want one."

He squints his eyes, smirking.

"I guess we don't always get what we want, huh?"

I take a breath and let out a long sigh.

"Fine."

I sit down at the table next to him and slip my AirPods in. I don't play anything, I just want to seem like I have an excuse for ignoring him.

We don't always get what we want.

-

Yayyyy new book. I'm actually really excited for this one. It's going to be completely different from Beautiful Sinners (if u haven't read it go read it RNNNN)

NO LOVE TRIANGLE IN THIS BOOK (I'm sparing u guys just this once)

Luv ya bunches,

Nymph0mania