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Daisy P.O.V

I pulled up to the front of Rosey house knowing she was home, and knowing I had an extra work uniform here. I jumped out and ran to the building and up the stairs, and pushed on her apartment door.

"Do you know how to knock?" She said sitting on the couch watching TV.

"I have to get to work," I said rushing to her bedroom and she followed.

"Why would you need to work anymore?" She asked and I looked at her.

Rosey had her hands on her big hips, and her long hair fell down her shoulders onto her back. Rosey had light brown skin, and one blue eye making her the most unique looking women I've ever met.

"I'm broke Rosey so I need to work, if I still have a job, It's 11:45 and I had worked at 10:00," I said rushing to the bathroom.

"I mean your new boyfriend is rich right?" She asked and I huffed.

"Gavin isn't my boyfriend and that jerk isn't rich," I said turning on the water.

"Not that trifling as dog bitch, I'm talking about Cole!" She said grinding her hips.

"Bitch who?" I said closing the door on her and getting in the shower.

I couldn't hear a word she was saying over the water, and after the morning I had I don't want to work. I need to call my parents because I'm sure they are worried sick about me as it is.

"Plug my phone up Rose!" I yelled and I heard her walk away.

I washed away the smell of beer, and weed and stepped in and tossed on my uniform. I walked out and Rose was just standing there, at the bathroom door.

"What?" I asked her.

"What do you mean what, Tell me about Cole!" She yelled and I huffed grabbing my hone at 30% and rushing to the door, and I held the noob

"If I mistakenly hooked up with some loser at a party last night named Cole, I don't know who he is or why you would let me," I said pulling the door open.

I rushed out the door and turned on my phone, as I took the 10-minute walk to my job from her house. Mr.Lowe was going to be pissed I'm late but the old evil fart wasn't going to fire me, I'm all he's got. I turned into the small store with the max of 5 people in here, and he acted like there was a million.

"You're late as hell Daisy!" He said as I punched in.

"I know and I'm sorry," I said rushing to get this one lady checked out.

"Its that boyfriend of yours that got you like this, boys you don't need them." He said trying to give me loving advice but it stung.

Mr.Lowe never liked Gavin, but I always did and he was amazing to look at, and he was funny, and I liked him. He was a super asshole but we broke up only a week ago, and it still stung like hell.

"He and I aren't together anymore," I said and he looked at me.

"Well, its guys all over the place, your a handsome young lady. Short black hair, dark skin, in shape for now. You eat a lot of bad stuff so you might be fat soon, but you can still find a chap. Look at this young hoodlum walking in now." He said and I looked at the man.

"Hey, Daisy cake," The guy from earlier yelled.

"I can't deal with young people, I'll be stocking.

I watched Mr.Lowe walk away and looked back at the guy looking at me with a smile, and a cigarette hanging from his ear.

"Can I help you?" I asked him and he laughed.

"Last night you were wasted and I told Cole that,"

"Who the fuck is Cole?" I asked him.

"You're boyfriend, the one you have an apartment with, the one that gave you a promise. You don't fucking remember." He said pulling out his phone and laughing.

"How did you find me? What's going on? I don't remember that? This is crazy? I'm at work?" I fired out questions like a gun and when the other guy from this morning ran in I wanted to pass out.

"Daisy, what happened?" He said walking to me and I just looked at him.

"I don't know you, people," I said and the other annoying guy laughed.

I stopped when my phone buzzed and pulled it out as the second guy just looked at me. I looked at the phone and it was Rose who texted me a picture. It was of a rock band or something like that, and I looked at the second guy. I looked at the man in front of me, then the picture and then in front of me.

"That's me Daisy, here look." He aid and I don't think my mouth was working very well at this point.

He held his phone up and showed a picture of him and myself. My tongue was out, and his shirt was off showing off his tattoo of my name. I felt my stomach bubbling when I looked at myself in the picture, hold my left breast up and showing the tattoo of his name.

"What?" I said looking at the tattoo.

I felt faint again and I bent over the counter and let the rest of the alcohol in my stomach out on to Coles jeans and shoes.