Tattooed Love

My father walked into the kitchen."Oh good you've meet Jackson." Dad said happily.

I stood there, frozen.

Shock.

Fear.

Anger.

Hatred.

Shock again.

They are the emotions that continued to flash through me.

"Amber, close your mouth. Its rude." Dad stated, while walking towards the table and picking up a piece of toast.

I snapped my mouth shut, I didn't even realize it was open.

I walked towards the kitchen bench and sat on a stool.

I glanced at Jax, he was rubbing the bak of his neck and his eyes were glued on me, he looked just as shocked.

I stared at the toast, I certainly was anything but hungry.

Damn pinhead ruined my bacon!

After seeing Jax with his top off, I doubt I would ever be able to eat in this room again.

He has scarred me.

Dad took the stool next to me.

"I received a phone call from the local police today Amber" Dad blurted

Great.

"Your license has been suspended again." He informed me.

BLOODY GREAT!

"I told them you would stay off the roads this time. Three months" He warned

I slammed my fists down on the bench.

"Do not start Amber" he warned and gave me a pointed look.

Jax walked towards us and took a stool at the end of the kitchen bench.

I glanced up at him, and glared.

"Jax and you attend the same school, perhaps you could ride together." Dad asked.

I rolled my eyes dramatically.

"I can give you a ride." Jax said politely to me.

WHAT A SUCK UP.

"That's very nice of you Jax, You're a good man" Dad praised.

I pretended to choke.

Dad shot me a disapproving look.

"Is there something wrong Amber?" he questioned.

Not at all dad, really I am just peache! I am over joyed with this morning's events. I felt my control on my temper slipping.

"Nothing." I muttered not strong enough to actually voice what I was thinking.

"Good, I will see you tonight." He said, standing up and walking out of the kitchen, coffee still in hand.

I glanced at the pinhead named Jackson Johnson.

Why was he smiling?How was this a smiling matter. I glared at him. The rage I felt towards him wasn't reasonable.

His smirk still stayed in place.

'What?!" I demanded. Why the hell was he still looking at me!

Jumping off the stool and I walked towards the door.Bastard, I muttered to myself as I walked up the stair case.

Jackson's smirk was staining my mind. It was bad enough I had to deal with him at school and have to sit next to him in history and now- NOW he was in my house!

I quickly threw some clothes on and headed back down stairs.

Jax was now standing at the front door, fully dressed.

Thank god.

I walked down the stairs quickly, passed him and walked through the open front doors.

"Wait up.' He yelled behind me.

Did he honestly expect me to go with him?

Was he that stupid?

Surely not.

"You coming with me or not?" he snapped.

Yep he was.

I turned around still glaring at him. Why I felt so much rage towards him I didn't know.

"I would rather ride the bus with the junkies, then get in a car with you." I stated and continued to walk up the drive way.

"Whatever, don't complain to me if you catch something." He yelled up the drive way.

"Complain to you? Fuck I don't even what to talk to you." I snapped over my shoulder.

I heard his car door slam, and then within a few seconds I could hear him approaching me.

He purposely drove through a puddle close to me, which splashed water up my legs.

I glared at the back of his hummer.

Swiftly I picked up a rock from the ground and threw it in the direction of his car, missing it only by centimetres.

I groaned to myself as I walked up our long drive way.

Why me...

I glanced at the clock, I was about 45 minutes late for class.

Stupid bus. Never runs on time.

On the up side though, I had missed 45 minutes of Mr Woods class, which meant less time with the pinhead named Jackson Johnson!

I smiled at that fact. Surely my morning was looking up.

I walked up to my locker and dumped my school bag in it. I hated school and really saw it as pointless. I wasn't career minded and I was sure that I might regret that later on in life.

I began to head up the corridor towards Mr Wood's class, I dragged my feet when I got closer and suddenly got very interested with the patterns of the floor tiles.

I could just not go in. I thought to myself.

But knowing it wasn't really an option, I knocked on the classroom door.

It opened slightly and Mr Woods was surprised to see me.

"Nice of you to join us Miss Shields.' He said in an official voice.

"Couldn't prolong it any longer." I muttered to him.