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CHAPTER ONE

Daisy stared at the Tunnel Snake from across the room, a scowl laced over her features. His laugh could be heard from the booth she sat at with Amata, Monica and Angie. The three girls were busy talking about the upcoming project Mr. Brotch was going to assign that when they tried to bring Daisy into it, she never even acknowledged her name. Her mind was elsewhere, like how she was going to make Butch pay for her lack of sleep the night before. His mother, Mrs. Deloria, had been yelling and screaming at him until late that morning. Just a typical episode on Living Quarters - Level Twelve.

"Daisy? Hellooo, snap out of it. He's only going to tease you if he catches you staring," Monica pointed out as she broke the redhead from her thoughts.

She grumbled and turned her attention to them, "They kept me up until 5:30, Moni! I got an hour of sleep."

"So? You should be used to it. You two have lived beside one another since you were babies," Amata stated.

"Yeah but his mom has been getting worse," Daisy pouted, huffing in her seat.

The project conversation resumed, and the girls questioned one another about what it could possibly be. Daisy, finally listening, bit her lip.

"On the terminal in the clinic, I saw something about fake parenting," she admitted, her green eyes looking over the other girls.

One by one, their expressions changed into ones of shock. Amata sputtered from her seat beside Daisy and she frowned.

"What? Did you read all of the file?"

Daisy shook her head, "My dad came in after I had been peeking. When I went to look at it the next day, I was unable to open the file up again."

All three of the girls sighed, Angie going as far as to bang her head on the table.

"I'm sorry, guys. I would have said something if I knew more," Daisy sighed.

None of the girls responded, each of them stared past Daisy with blank stares before hoots of laughter bubbled up. Daisy turned around to see Dolly clinging onto Butch's arm, her once dark hair now a bright orange.

"Oh no she didn't!" Angie cried, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Oh yes she did!" Replied Monica, doing just the same.

The four girls were howling with laughter, each one of them doubled over in an awkward way as they held their stomachs. They laughed harder and harder as they continued to glance up at the girl. Her makeup was horribly applied and it just contrasted dreadfully with her now orange hair. Butch was interested in girls with red hair, not orange. The whole thing just played out nicely.

Butch continued to try and pry his arm away from the clinging girl, a disgusted look on his face as Dolly paid no attention to the look as she tried to coo things at the raven haired boy.

The four girls silently watched as Butch went off on Dolly, his voice growing louder with each word he spewed at her. The yelling did nothing but make the girl cling tighter onto him and he desperately swung around.

His baby blue eyes locked onto Daisy's and he gave her a pleading glance, in which she gave a 'You Better Be Nice If I Do This' look. Almost immediately a smile rolled over his features and his eyes watched her as she got out of the booth with her t-shirt and daisy dukes clinging onto her form. The Tunnel Snakes who sat in booths near Butch stared with wide eyes as the natural redhead skipped over and shoved Dolly out of her way, one of her small arms wrapping around their raven haired friends waist. Wolf whistles sounded all over the diner as Butch fastened one of his hands over Daisy's hip and under the fabric of her white t-shirt.

"Whatcha doin', Dolly?" the redhead chirped cheerily.

"Fuck off, Camillier," she hissed back.

A harsh laugh sounded from the small girl and she snarked back, "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I taking away your precious, precious party boy? Aw, too bad."

The orange haired female went to respond when Butch began to pull Daisy away and towards the doors that led both in and out of the large diner. The two weren't able to see the tears that filled up in her murky brown eyes as they left all the rowdy teenagers.

Butch still had his arm around Daisy as they strolled down the hallway and away from everyone, unconsciously tugging her closer to his body. The redhead just allowed it to happen as she began to lean into him, the thought of him needing her help amusing her and gracing her face with a smile.

"What'ya smilin' 'bout, Nosebleed?"

She looked up at him with big green eyes and shrugged gently, "Just amused."

"Why?" he snorted.

"'Cause I had to bail you out with Dolly,"

"Shut up, you know she's obsessed with me,"

Daisy gave a small laugh and bit her lip before pulling away from him. She turned so that she could walk backwards down the hall and look at him, a huge grin on her face.

"Every girl is obsessed with you," she laughed.

"'Cept you,"

She gave a small shrug, "All you Tunnel Snakes are the same to me. You're all mean, follow each other around and don't smell very clean. Nothing to really like and obsess over, really."

Daisy watched as Butch stared at her with a different kind of look, his tall and large form coming to a halt in the middle of the hallway. His baby blue eyes struck into her, and the freckles on her cheeks began to disappear as heat rose up. Why was he staring at her like that? She doesn't have two heads...

"You're one'a the only girls who I want to like me, Nosebleed," his husky voice mumbled.

Daisy suddenly felt her heart jump in her chest and her breathing began to get heavy as she stared up at him with his tousled dark hair, his baby blue eyes and his tanned complexion.

It felt like everything she may have ever known about Butch, herself, and the world crashed down with his words. It seemed surreal, not possible. In what world did Butch ever have any feelings for her, and why would he voice them? Even if in such a small manner. Questions raced through her mind quickly, one after another. Nothing felt real in that moment; her face was too hot, her body feeling as though filled with pins and needles.

It took her off guard when his frame was suddenly pressed against hers, his strong arms encircling her as he began to gently push her back and against the wall beside them, to their left. It caused her heart to pick up and she gasped ever so quietly, her green eyes whirling up to his face with a startled expression.

Butch gazed down at her now, his body heat radiating and engulfing her. She could feel it wrap around her every fiber, squeezing her and causing it to be difficult to breathe. Those blue eyes peered into her own green ones and her breath caught in her throat.

"I've thought a 'bout ya since we were kids. You were the only one who ever fought against me, never took my shit. All those redheads; Mya, Janet, Steffi. They all led up to you," he whispered, his voice sounding completely foreign to her as he began to lean down.

She was like a deer stuck in headlights, whatever the expression was. Eyes big and doe-like, she watched as he leaned down and his lips pressed to hers gently. It was like nothing she had felt before.

Three years ago, she had her first kiss with one of the other vault boys; Joey Weston. It was sweet, and she dated him for a while, as well as Freddy Gomez, but neither one had made her feel this way before.

It was a tightening in her chest, her breath caught in her throat. The blood in her veins felt as though it had changed into fire, burning her from the inside out. The way his hardened chest pressed against her, how his arms trapped her in place like she was in a cage. Her red hair was a mess, his long and slender fingers tangled amongst curls.

Daisy couldn't do anything but kiss Butch back, her soft and plump lips molding themselves against his chapped and more hardened ones. She allowed her arms to snake up, wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. It felt as though the two of them were on fire in the heat of the moment.

Butch pulled away first, a huge grin plastered onto his face as his gaze settled on her flustered features. He placed one more kiss, a softer one, upon her cheek.

"Been wantin' to do that since we were 10," he chuckled, slowly stepping back from her.

With a coy, almost different, smile on his lips, Butch rubbed a thumb along her cheek before starting to walk away back down the hallway. He took out his signature comb, fixing his hair as he went, quickly lighting a cigarette once all was done.

Daisy was left there, a vulnerable bundle against the cold metal wall, her green eyes twinkling with questions as she watched his body retreat.

What did I just get myself into?