Chapter (42)

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Tattooed Love

Chapter (42)

Ever wanted to just hide from the world? Pull the covers up and pretend that you have disappeared from the world? I don’t usually but today that was exactly what I wanted to do, because I didn’t want to have to face today

Did I think something would happen today? Well no not really. I didn’t have a gut feeling that something awful was going to happen. I just simply did not want to get up. Because right now, everything was how I liked. One could say it was perfect.

I finally has Jax, and though I would never admit it to a living soul- I really had deep feelings for the guy. It was an overwhelming, gut wrenching- drop to your knees sort of love.

“Amber, get out of bed alright.” Jax pushed me again, and I clenched the blankets around me tighter.

“NO!” my voice was muffled under the blankets “Just come back to bed.”

“Don’t make me pull you out.” I heard the snigger in his voice.

“Do and you’re dead.”

 Jax went silent and I knew that only meant one thing trouble for me. “Jax?” a few more minutes passed and I tried to hear time moving or something, but there was nothing.

I squealed when the blankets were ripped off, my grip not having a chance against his.

“I hate you.” I flipped over onto my back and glared up at him.

“School leaving in ten minutes.” Smirking his eyes raked my body, “Better put some more clothes on too.”

“PERV!” I threw a pillow in his direction. He too easily walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

I groaned loudly, looks like I will be facing the day after all.  

I always had this belief that whatever I did, didn’t really matter. Like none really cared- boy was I wrong.

“That’s it.” I slammed my locker “Get away from me.”

Jax rolled his eyes at me, and took the books from my hand “Amber get over it.”

“I’ll get over it, when people stop staring at us!” I shot a dirty look at the girls across the hall who were eye balling us. “Seriously it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Who said they are staring at you?” Jax smirked at me, “They are just checking me out.”

“Yeah could get a tight enough tshirt?” I glanced up and down his body again. I swear that black tshirt was just designed to defined each of his very well crafted abnormal muscles and to tease the hell out of me.

Jax moved in closer, his lips just touching my eye lobe “Don’t worry Amber, you can take it off tonight.”

I wacked his arm immediately “Please as if your body has any sex appeal to me.”

“So what were you enjoying last night?”

“Just shut it.” I hissed under my breath “They will hear you, and that won’t help anything will it.”

Jax sniggered “Come on give me your hand.”

I pulled it quickly behind my back away from him “No.” I was sick of people staring at us, for gods sack had they never seen a couple before?

Ever since I got off Jax’s bike this morning and held his hand, we had become the schools only source of entertainment. Or maybe someone had plastered a ‘stare at me sign’ and I hadn’t seen it.