Fate And Luck At It's Worst.

Author's note:

Hi, this is Marie, this is my first story uploaded so far, so i'd really appreciate feedback: Good, bad, anything; i'll take it. also, the official song for the story is "Right thru me" by Nicki Minaj, i know, not so classy but it really fits Daisy's character point of view. Okay, Happy reading. Thanks for reading xx

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Prologue:

They say that fate and luck go by the hand, but with the sudden change of nature and 360 degrees turn life had thrown at me… I could confidently say that luck does not even acknowledge who the fuck fate is.

You see, me being the girl that I am, carefree, passionate, living life without consequences (or so I thought), spontaneous,  spunk, trouble maker and living by the motto “too young to care” along with “Yolo” (you only live once) which was tattooed over my scars, on my sides, ribs to be exact;  that, one of too many scars I’ve had over my nineteen year old life, was born the day me and John (trust me, you’ll want to know more about him) had an adrenaline rush of racing our way to the top of one of California unsteady “unsafe” Hills.

People long after that, decided to lose faith in me, at fourteen, already calling me a “hopeless” case and prohibing their kids to talk to me, even my family was intimidated by me. I never quite understood, it’s not like I’m a drug-addict going around, in fact I’m quite proud of never have been under any hard substance-besides marihuana but nobody ever counts marihuana as drug, less much if you only did it like, three times. Besides the point, I just don’t fear death or consequences, you only live once, remember. So, any opportunity, any new adventure, I’d take on, no “but if’s” for me.

Not for Daisy , Not at all. They don’t call me daredevil since I was five for nothing, I guess it all started when sneaky, smartass Liam De La Vitta dared all the girls present at the ‘secret house’ (which was really just a very bad work of Mr. De La Vitta) a tree house, to kiss him. All of the girls gagged, and blushed but me, while every boy also did a gagging noise, I stood up without hesitation, bent over and kissed the boy in the lips for full five seconds, in those times kissing even in the cheek was like getting pregnant with octokids, but as I walked back to my seating spot, the room went silent and I got astonished, shocked glance from those naïve infants (I bet they all followed mommy’s and daddy’s wishes of becoming surgeons and dentists, ugh, how disgusting) I saw how Liam smirked at me and the adrenaline rush, that became my best friend afterwards;  both Liam and the adrenaline rush, oh that boy.

That clever, amazing boy.

I, not in a million year, believe in love, or have been in love but if anything came closer to it, it was what I felt for him thought our teenage years, he was the only actual person that I could trust, he was my partner in crime, my secret keeper, my best friend, for a time we were also boyfriends\girlfriends and contrary from any belief of the people of us “breaking up in less than a week” we lasted our entire junior and most part of senior year together.

Longest relationship I’ve ever been… well, only relationship I’ve ever been. Others, I just pretended, played along like we were together but in reality we really weren’t. I always dismissed the subject when asked by other people; like Drew and I, he thinks we are “item” but when questioned by people I always reply, “we are just going out” or something along those line which have made a lot of past boy toys a little frustrated, I still have some of those calling me every now and then, so I guess you can add “heartbreaker’ to the list.

However, no man, nobody, no person to exist had made me feel like Liam, not while we were together, not after he left me for college, not long after that; That’s  it’s the reason I promised myself to add “love” to the numerous things to not believe in and wreck with.

So, not caring, living life for the moment, without hesitation, taking numerous trains to unknown destinations, wander around, living in million places and not having a home, working as everything and everywhere,  no complications, just me, my motorcycle and my leather backpack; that was my luck.

So, you see, my fate as this ‘badass’ girl was to continue living by every urge and opportunity given, to continue not to give a crap about anything or anything, but the damn boy who had pushed this lifestyle upon me was the one who wanted me to change my entire point of view on life, my ways, my games, my entire lifestyle, for something I don’t even believe in…  

The word I refuse to repeat...

Exactly, that word.