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[ BOOK TWO ]
Daisy Fulton did not think her life could get much better. She had her best friends at her side, a boyfriend she fell more for each and every day, and a great relationship with a girl she used to despise. But something alway...
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[ 3.5 | FRAYED ]
DAISY DID NOT know how everything could go so wrong so fast. There were no immediate problems. No reason to drop what they were doing at a moment's notice to face off with the latest threat. They were the one's that went looking for the fight. A fight that neither side won.
Open dry land passed by at a snail's pace as Daisy stared out the back window of Lydia's new car. She had her Algebra notes set next to her on the leather seat, but her eyes only drifted to the handwritten equations once until her mind could not take it any longer. Math did not seem very important in light of things. Her head felt as though it had been stuffed with cotton, and she failed to rid herself of it for the last few hours of their drive.
"Am I getting too close? I'm getting way too close, aren't I?" Allison questioned from where she sat in the driver's seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel as she stared at the line of traffic ahead of them.
"That depends." Lydia lowered her thick book of thermodynamics she held in front of her face. "Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point?"
Daisy sighed as she looked away from the seemingly barren landscape of central California. She kept her head against the headrest behind her and glancing between the two girls in the front of the car. There had been little conversation since the beginning of their trip. Worry and tension hung over them like a thick fog, which was incredibly hard to shake, considering it had only been a little over twelve hours since the event that caused it.
"Well, that also depends," Lydia said and shifted her gaze to the dark haired huntress to her left. "Do you mean the bus, or the ex-boyfriend you're currently stalking?"
Allison shifted over the leather seat as she gripped and un-gripped the steering wheel. "Well, after it happened, I'm not letting him out of my sight."
Lydia hummed in response, while Daisy closed her eyes for a moment. The Fulton girl understood Allison's reservations. It was the main reason why she agreed to come with them. To make sure that her best friends and her boyfriend were alright after what happened the night before.
"And, by the way, this all started when he came knocking at my door," Allison stated, glancing in the rearview mirror to where the blonde opened her eyes and meet her own.
Daisy resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I didn't tell him, so you can stop giving me that look," she told her.
