Serendipitous Moments

A/N: Hello! Thank you reading this story, I hope you enjoy it. As I said in my profile, this started all from a Tumblr post I had began to make, but I found myself completely in love with the idea of what this story could become and I decided to post it on here!

Please, let me know what you think! It's greatly appreciated!

Trish-the-Bish <3

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"I somewhat feel like Jenna Hamilton from Awkward right now, posting my feelings and thoughts out on the internet for people to see, yet I could honestly care less if someone was to read my things.

Do you want to know a secret? Of course you do, you're dying to know a juicy tidbit of information that differs you from the rest of the world.

I have an addiction.

No no, not the usual kind; this is different and but holds the same amount of danger, in a difference sense, of course. 

We all have addictions, right? 

Some people are addicted to drugs, others alcohol, or maybe even a less toxic and dangerous object or person.

I though, happen to be addicted to Empathetic Loving.

No, it's not an actual term, but it fits the complication down to a 'T'. 

In the Daisy Klein dictionary,  Empathetic Loving is when a person likes or loves you and you don't return the gesture, but instead, you love the fact that someone feels this way about you.

We want what we can't have, correct?

This is almost spot on with Empathetic Loving, except we don't really want the love, we just bask in it.

I guess you could call it being an 'attention whore', I just prefer the politer terms.

This isn't a disease or some sort of mutation of the brain, but rather a pity party you hold for others in your heart.

Perhaps, I crave love and that is why I enjoy other's fawning all over me, but the truth of the matter is, from what I've discovered about myself, is that I just enjoy the fact that another human is remotely interested in me.

And maybe, this is why I get tingly whenever he touches to me

You know those little smiles you see the 'cute couples' shoot each other from across the classroom, the one's that make you want to gauge your eyes out with a straw?

I've never experienced that mushy feeling, and I honestly hope I'll never have to."

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Fresh out of high school, seventeen year old recluse, Daisy Klein, is glad to be free of the barring school rules and disgusting couples that littered the hallway, and finally moving into her dream college dorm; the only problem is her troublesome roommate.

Shane Brasheres, son of the notorious gang leader Sam Brasheres, wasn't looking to 'further his education', he was content with handling North America's biggest and baddest gang as his father went into hiding, but in Sam's final wish before disappearing into the Cayman Island's, he left an ultimatum; finish college or find another job.

Struggling to maintain near perfect grades, keep strongest gang running and fighting with Daisy over every measly thing wasn't exactly on Shane's bucket list, but this here isn't Shane's story; it's Daisy's.