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DEISEL POV
Daisy looked completely out of it, her drunk eyes half-closed. She kept murmuring “sorry… so sorry…” in a sleepy, slurred voice, though she barely seemed aware of what she had done. Her head lolled slightly as she tried to speak, but the words faded quickly.
“I didn’t… mean to… ruin it…” she mumbled, her voice growing quieter.
I stood up quickly, pulled off my soaked shirt, and tossed it aside. The vomit had reached my skin, but I didn’t care. Daisy mattered more right now.
I went to the bathroom, grabbed a clean towel, wet it with warm water, and returned. Gently, I wiped her face and mouth first, then cleaned my own chest.
“You’re okay, baby,” I said softly, even though she probably couldn’t hear me properly. “Just sleep.”
She murmured “sorry” a few more times, her eyes fluttering but never quite focusing. Eventually, she gave up fighting it. Her body relaxed completely, and she curled into the pillow with a small, tired sigh.
She was out cold.
I changed the soiled part of the sheets as quietly as I could, pulled a fresh blanket over her, and lay down beside her. I drew her carefully against my clean chest. She nestled closer on instinct, one hand resting weakly on my stomach, whispering “sorry” one last time before her breathing slowed and evened out.
I stared at the ceiling in the dark, my hand rubbing slow circles on her back.
Two days to go.
DAISY POV
I woke up with a pounding headache and the worst taste in my mouth.
The moment my eyes opened, everything from last night came rushing back — the small party with the brothers, Jax dragging me upstairs, and the way I had behaved. Heat flooded my face as the memories hit me. It had been a mess, but I could count it as my first real adult party. I had never been to a proper hangout, not even a club, and yesterday was the first time I had ever tasted alcohol.
I sat up slowly. Then another memory slammed into me — the lingerie, dragging Diesel in for a kiss, and then… the vomit. Oh God. I had thrown up on his chest.
My face burned with embarrassment. The headache throbbed even harder. I sat up fully and looked around the room. The sheets had been changed. There was no trace of the mess. And Diesel… he was gone again.
“What the hell,” I muttered, scolding myself. “Daisy, can’t you just stay out of trouble for once?”
I noticed the tray on the bedside table: porridge with hangover remedies, pancakes, fresh fruit, and coffee. A small note sat beside it in Diesel’s bold handwriting.
I had to handle some things. Eat and rest, baby. I’ll be back soon.
No alcohol.
— D
The words “No alcohol” written in big capital letters made my heart clench. Only God knew what I had put him through last night.
I kicked the bed in frustration and buried my face in the pillow, screaming into it. “Daisy!”
But then… why did he keep disappearing these days? It felt strange, though I knew he was busy with club matters.
I picked up the new phone he had gotten me. Only his number was saved. My thumb hovered over the call button. I wanted to call him, but I wasn’t sure if I should. He might be in the middle of something important. Still, I knew he would answer no matter what. I kept chickening out and pulling my hand away.
I was still debating when a soft knock sounded at the door.
Who could that be? Definitely not Diesel — he never knocked.
Maybe Jax?
I stood up, tugged down the hem of Diesel’s shirt I was wearing, and opened the door.
The biggest surprise greeted me. The she-devil who hated me with every fiber of her being stood right there — Raven.
I composed myself quickly, despite the headache still banging in my skull.
“What is it this time, Raven?” I asked, bracing for whatever sharp remark she would throw at me.
To my shock, Raven wore an unusually gentle expression. She was even smiling.
That look nearly made me shut the door. This couldn’t be the same Raven I knew.
“Why are you staring at me like I’m an alien?” she asked, her smile faltering slightly. “Are you going to keep staring, or will you let me in?”
I was still frozen in place. This was the girl who had openly declared her hatred for me. I wasn’t overreacting — this felt wrong.
“What??” Raven burst into genuine laughter. “You’re actually scaring me now.”
She pushed me playfully aside and walked in with the small bag she was carrying. By the time I turned around, she had already settled into the chair while I remained standing by the door. This was beyond strange.
I watched as she pulled out a small cake and a few other items from the bag.
“Are you going to come over here, or should I change my mind?” she said without looking up, still unpacking. “This might be your only chance in a lifetime to get an offer of friendship from me.”
“Friend?” I blurted. “Friend with you? I’ve heard stories about enemies pretending to be friends just to kill. I’m not risking my life here. Bye.”
I turned toward the door, though I didn’t really mean to leave.
Raven rushed over and dragged me back. We stared at each other for a moment before she broke the silence. Her expression turned sincere.
“Look, I don’t know how to apologize properly, but… I’m sorry.”
Her voice was soft, almost hesitant. For a second, I didn’t know what to say. This was the same girl who had called me a rat, thrown a tray at me, and made it very clear she wanted me gone. Part of me still wanted to stay guarded.
But something in her eyes looked genuine this time.
I let out a small breath and pulled her into a hug. She stiffened at first, surprised, but then slowly returned it, her arms wrapping around me awkwardly.
Until she muttered against my shoulder, “I only asked for friendship, not a lesbian relationship.”
We both burst into laughter. The tension broke instantly. The next thing I knew, she stuffed a piece of cake into my mouth.