"What did you just call me?" She breathed out while ripping the note he was holding out of his hands.

Jackson just his lips and shoved his hands into his pockets as he looked over her shoulder to look into her apartment, "Daisy. It's a cute name. I never pegged you for cute." His voice was cold and dry.

Mira wasn't listening to him at all and just tried to focus her blurred vision on the note in her hand addressed to Poseidon. It was the more or less the same content minus some small details but there was one like that stood out to her, Find Daisy.

"You've got to be ing kidding me." She muttered to herself. How would Mark know Jackson? He had never mentioned him before and they told each other everything. Mark and Jackson had nothing in common aside from the fact that they were both male and both dyed their hair ridiculous colours.

Perhaps they met at the salon.

Jackson watched her carefully, he could tell that she was still shaking the sleep off of her. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. It looked like she was still trying to get a grasp on herself. "I didn't realize that Mark had a girlfriend."

"I didn't realize that Mark had a boyfriend." She fired back, making his eye twitch.

She wiped and handed the note back to him before turning back into her place, "How did you even find my house?"

"Every since that story of you kicking some frat kid in the nuts, everyone knows where you lived." He said while following her inside.

She grumbled, her voice still thick and groggy while turning on the lamp next to her bed. Jackson stood up the living room apprehensive as he looked around, "Looks like you had a bit of fun tonight."

"Finals are over. I like to enjoy the peace, which is why I'm wondering what you're doing here at…2:30 in the morning? When you said that we should steer clear of each other I figured showing up at each other's places was part of the deal."

Jackson rolled his eyes and watched her pull a sweater over her bare arms. Seeing her in her apartment, her hair mused under warm light gave her a different appeal that he figured not many people were used to seeing.

"You saw the note. I'm here because I had to find Daisy because trust me, I don't want to be here anymore than you want to see me here." He said, bored.

Mira laughed as she bent to pick up the empty bottle of wine, "How would you know who Daisy is? No one knows that nickname aside from Mark."

"I have my ways." He said off-handedly, "So are you ready to go or what?  Let's make this as quick and painless as possible."

"You're not actually serious, are you? He's just messing with us. He's bored and just wants to do this so he'll have someone to play with during the break." She said with a scrunched up face.

"Who cares if he is? It's not like we have anything better to do." He said while gesturing to her unmade bed and empty wine bottles. "And it's not like he's asking us to steal a car or sneak out."

Mira rolled her eyes, "He's just stringing us along, I love the guy, but he's a nut. He just wants someone to play with."

"You really don't know him all that well, do you?" He said condescendingly.

She smiled and looked at him, "And you think you do? Mark Tuan is a free spirit. He does whatever he wants because he's on his own schedule. It's not our job to play along."

Jackson stared at her with a long look before straightened up, "You know what? I understand. It's the middle of the night and you're tired and it was really inconsiderate and rude of me to just show up at your door and assume you'd be okay with just getting into a car with a stranger. I'll just go myself." He turned to the door, a small smile on his face when he realized that he would be able to go on this adventure by himself.  He wouldn't have to worry about her tagging along. When he had realized that Mark wanted him to bring Mira he had almost considered leaving without her but he knew that Mark would through a hissy fit if he showed up alone.

Mark had always been very particular about what he wanted.

But she didn't want to go? Well, that would be fine by him. Mark would just have to it up.

"I'll go." She said, speaking loudly and stopping him dead in his tracks.

Jackson felt his heart sink as he turned to her to make sure he had heard right, "Wait what?"

"Isn't that what you wanted?" She taunted with a fiery temptation. "I'll go, you win. But maybe next time, try not to be so obvious when you use reverse psychology."

Jackson bit down harshly on his lip, trying to hold back the urge to snap back, "So you're agreeing to come along, after initially wanting nothing to do with this, just to spite me?"

"What can I say?" She hummed, her eyes bright but slightly vacant, "You shouldn't wear your emotions on your sleeve like that. It makes it very easy for people to manipulate you."

Jackson scoffed and shook his head, "I don't know why he was friends with you."

"And how are you two even friends?" She shot back while pulling her hair up into a high ponytail.

Jackson rolled his jaw tightly and leaned towards her, "None of your damn business."

"Oh." She said with a smile, tipping her chin up, "Looks like I've hit a nerve."

He hated how calm she always was, like nothing he could ever say would get under her skin. It made him antsy and frustrated, not knowing what made a person tick meant that he had no way of putting someone in their place. He couldn't get her to back off if he didn't know what would throw her off.

That was the only way she kept getting the upper hand on him, she already pegged his ego and was giving him hell for it but he could barely make her frown. "You have 10 minutes to pack. I'm guessing at least pack for a week."

"A week? What? Are we going on our honeymoon?" She teased sarcastically while walking to her closet.

He narrowed his eyes at stared at her, tracing down the curve of her neck when she arched it back to scan her clothes. She started pulling out sweaters and t-shirts and throwing them on her bed. "Unless you want a front seat to my strip show, you should wait outside."

Jackson rolled his eyes with a sneer, "You couldn't pay me to watch."

"Really?" Her voice sounded like it was hiding a bubbling laugh, "Because you seemed mighty eager to strip me down at your party. And frankly, I didn't mind until you started talking."

Jackson narrowed his eyes, "Until I started talking? You're the one who started running your mouth about me thriving on praise or some bull. I was there to have a good time, maybe get a good out of the Golden Child, not be psychoanalyzed."

"Nice." She said with a smirk while stepping up close to him, "And you would've gotten that good if you weren't so insecure about people poking around inside your head."

He glared at her even though he voice came out thick and strained, "You've got a lot of ing nerve."

She bit her lip and glanced down at his mouth before her eyes flickered up to meet his heated ones. She tilted her head up, "How badly do you want to kiss me right now?"

" off." He growled, his blood shivering, before turning away. Mira's laughter echoed behind him but just as he