Daisy

C8

It had been three days.

I was adjusting to living with so many people quite well. Minus Eli, I had no problems with any of the new guys. Hampson was a moody bastard, but according to Tom he had always been that way.

I tried to steer clear of Eli, but he went out of his way to do every little thing that would piss me off. I threatened him with a knife yesterday, but Blake stopped me before I could actually ram it into his stomach.

"So," Tom said as him and Carter sat down on either side of me.

"What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at the two boys.

I had probably grown the closest to them out of all of the new team. They were like two annoying brothers. The only downside was that Tom was best mates with Eli.

"You and Blake," Carter said. "We've been here a few days now and you've f****d every night apart from yesterday and that's because he was at the Agency late."

"Great observational skills."

"You going out?" Tom asked and I laughed loudly.

"I think I'd rather strangle myself than go out with Blake," I scoffed.

"So you're not a thing?" Carter frowned.

"God no. Admittedly, we tried it a while back, but it didn't work out. If you haven't noticed, we argue a lot and that did not work well in a relationship," I said with a shrug of my shoulders. "So now we just fuck."

"Friends with benefits?" Tom said.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I guess we are."

"Any chance I can join in on that?"' He asked cheekily and I elbowed him in the ribs.

"Hey, you better watch it, you've still got Beth after you," Carter warned, smirking at Tom. "She'd kill you if she could."

"f**k," Tom muttered and I raised my eyebrows.

"What's this?"

"His ex," Carter told me. "He cheated on her. She hates him."

"Completely understandable," I nodded and frowned. "What does she look like?"

"Quite tall, long dark hair, tanned, amazing ass-"

I held my hand up and stopped Tom. "Thomas, Thomas, Thomas," I tutted and smirked at him. "I think that your ex is Blake's sister."

"What?" Tom gasped. "s**t, he'll murder me!"

Carter laughed and I chuckled. "I think I remember her mentioning a guy called Tom as well. I wouldn't worry too much about Blake. He loves his sister, but he does f**k all for her. I shot her and he wasn't even annoyed at me for it," I said, assuring a panicking Tom. "I've got to give it to them, they're better than me and my brother."

"You have a brother?"

"Yep," I muttered.

"So Rob has a son as well as a daughter?" Carter said. "f*****g hell, how did we not know this!"

"I knew he had a son," Tom shrugged, "but I don't know who he is."

"Let's just hope you never meet him," I said and I pulled myself off the sofa and walked into the kitchen where Oli, Erik and Jack were all huddled round my laptop. "What's so interesting?" I wondered as I opened the fridge. Someone had finally gone shopping and we now had edible food, thank God.

"Erik and I have a new idea," Jack said and I zoned out as him and Erik started talking using very big scientific words that I did not understand.

"How cool does it sound!" Jack grinned and I placed a bunch of ingredients to make a sandwich on the side.

"Super cool," I said uninterestedly.

"You didn't listen to a word of what we just said did you?" Jack said and I smiled.

"Nope."

"b***h," Jack muttered and I flipped him off.

"Hey, Dais, make me one?" Oli called as I started making myself a sandwich.

"Make your own," I shrugged and suddenly Eli appeared out of nowhere and snatched the sandwich from in front of me. "Hey!" I yelled and he quickly backed up, taking a bite as he did. "You did not just steal my food, you little rat!"

"Didn't see your name on it," he shrugged and I glared, brandishing the knife as I walked in his direction. "Didn't this happen yesterday?" He said, looking at the knife with a bored expression.

"Not the way I would've liked it too," I snapped and Eli dropped the sandwich on the floor as I lunged.

"You are one mental b***h," he muttered and grabbed my hand and twisted my fingers back painfully causing the knife to clatter to the ground. I winced and I saw Oli quickly grab the knife off the ground, keeping it far away from me.

"No, I just don't like you!" I growled and broke out of his painful hold, facing him with my hands up in front of my face. Eli slowly walked into the lounge and I followed him in. "What is your problem? Why do you constantly feel the need to piss me off!"

"You're so easy to rile up," Eli shrugged and ducked a punch from me. "It's funny watching you get angry, princess."

"Princess?" I growled and deflected his punch. "Can't you just leave me the f**k alone!"

"You're the one who started this," Eli defended himself. "I didn't charge at you with a knife!"

"You stole my sandwich!" I yelled and kicked him in the ribs. It was then I realised how ridiculous that sounded, but my point still stood. Eli did everything possible to annoy and me even though this was just over a sandwich it didn't matter.

"It's just a sandwich," Eli said and my anger got the better of me and my distracted moment allowed Eli to land a punch to my face

"s**t!" I hissed and stumbled back. I grabbed Eli's fist when he threw his next punch and I sharply whacked his upper arm and twisted it up painfully behind his back. His body was forced towards the ground and I elbowed him in the back, between his shoulder blades.

"You b***h!" He hissed and suddenly my world was spinning and I landed harshly on the wooden floor, pain flooding my back. I forced myself to roll over and I grabbed Eli's ankle, yanking him to the ground beside me. I gasped when Eli reached over and elbowed me in the stomach and before I could get up he was straddling me and pinning my arms above my head. "I win," he said breathlessly and I groaned in frustration, trying to wriggle out from underneath him.

"Get off me," I growled. Eli stared at me with a blank expression and I glared at him. "Eli, get the hell off me!"

"Don't you two look cozy," Blake called and I looked to the side as he descended the stairs. "Another fight?" He turned to look at Tom and Carter who were watching Eli and I in amusement.

"Yep," Carter said.

"Get off me, Eli," I snapped. "And put a bloody shirt on!"

"You put some trousers on!" Eli snapped and I realised how my tshirt (technically it was Blake's, but I stole it) had risen so Eli was straddling my waist that was only covered by my underwear.

"Please don't, it's a nice sight when you bend over!" Tom called and I rolled my eyes at him while Eli glared.

"You're worse than Mason," I muttered and Eli finally stood up.

He looked down at me and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "You're bleeding," was all he said before walking off.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows and lifted my hand to my face where I could feel a sticky liquid. "f*****g bastard," I growled and wiped the blood from my busted lip.

"What happened this time?" Blake wondered and held a hand out to me.

"Nothing," I snapped and ignored his hand as I stood up.

"We need to lock all knives away!" Oli called. "Or just keep Daisy out of the kitchen!"

"I'll stab you next, Oli!" I yelled and sat down on the sofa angrily.

"Daisy, it's 11am," Blake said and I raised my eyebrows at him.

"So?"

"It's Wednesday?"

"My previous question remains," I shrugged.

"You've got counselling today."

"No, I think that's tomorrow," I said dismissively.

"Daisy," Blake warned. "Go upstairs, get changed and then get your ass in my car."

"You've got the wrong day," I said and picked up the TV remote.

Blake snatched it out of my hands and gave me a stern look.

"Don't glare at me," I said. "I'm not going and you can't make me. I don't need counselling so you can personally go and tell Rob to go f**k himself."

"I think Rob would shoot me if I ever said that to him, no matter the circumstances," Blake muttered. "Come on, let's go."

"Nope."

"I will lock you and Eli in a room together if you don't move your ass off that sofa."

"Tempting," I shrugged. "But still no."

"Fine," Blake shrugged and I was suddenly I was thrown over his shoulder.

"Blake!" I yelled and pounded on his back. "Put me down! I don't need a counsellor, I'm perfectly fine!"

Blake ignored me and easily carried me upstairs to my room. We passed Mason and Hampson on the way, they both raised their eyebrows but no questions were asked.

Blake dropped my on my bed and went over to my wardrobe and threw a bundle of clothes at me. "Change."

I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips. Blake was a stubborn bastard and I didn't doubt that he would either dress me himself or force me to go to the Agency in just his top.

With a sigh of frustration and I stood up and pulled my tshirt off. Blake smirked and leaned against my closed door as he got an eyeful of my bare chest. I rolled my eyes and put my bra on before slipping the black top on that Blake had thrown at me. I changed into a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and then grabbed my black oversized hoodie and pulled it over my head.

Lastly I stuffed my feet into my battered converses and when I was done Blake opened my bedroom door and motioned for me to walk. "Ladies first," he said and I barged past him and made my way downstairs.

I kicked the back of Eli's knee's as I walked past him and before he could get me back I was already walking out of the house. I stopped when I reached Blake's car and I looked around, tempted to run. I looked down at the band on my wrist and the bruise that had formed due to the tracker implant and realised that there was no point.

I just sighed and got into Blake's car, waiting for him to come out of the house.

Within minutes Blake was starting the car and we were on our way to the Agency.

"How's the leg?" Blake wondered, not taking his eyes of the road as he spoke.