I was having a lot of fun. At a party. Which was saying something.
Jax was swaying to the music of The Good Natured and I sang along with the music, dancing with him. No one else was dancing, just him and I, and that's what made it so special.
We were beside the bonfire, laughing and having a great time.
When the night finally ended and I hitched a ride with Jax in his Jeep, we stopped outside my apartment complex, number 212 only yards away. I frowned as the Jeep came to a stop.
I didn't want the night to end, despite being constantly bombarded with harsh memories of the last two years, ones I quickly forgot when Jax smiled at me. I glanced over and he seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"Tonight was fun, we should do something like this again sometime." Jax said with a breathtaking smile. I nodded enthusiastically.
I definitely wouldn't mind spending more time with him.
"Of course, but that party was a little...tame. Why are teenagers becoming so boring?" I asked. Jax laughed and shrugged.
"Maybe they're being corrupted by Goody Goody's like you." He smirked and I rolled my eyes. If only that were the case...
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Romeo." I laughed. I grasped the door handle of the Jeep and prepared to jump out to the ground when Jax stopped me.
"Do you want to get coffee with me tomorrow morning?" He asked. I glanced over, a blush heating my cheeks. I really shouldn't have been the one blushing, when he asked, but it was just so sweet. So, I did what just about every other girl would have done in my situation.
I nodded.
"Sure, but you're paying. I spent my money on this." I gestured to my outfit that Ice had strategically planned and he smiled.
"Of course. Besides, I love it when people owe me. Now get out of my car." He demanded with a smile. I laughed and nodded.
"I can take a hint. See you tomorrow morning." I said, hopping from the tall seat.
"I'll be here at seven thirty." He said. I saluted him and then slammed the car door shut while walking up the pathway to my apartment. I didn't look back to see if he was gone, but when I closed the door of my apartment, safely behind it, I heard his car drive away.
My stomach quivered with butterflies and I bit my lip in excitement.
Was this going to be a date? Would you consider it a date? He didn't make it sound like one...but that didn't mean it wasn't.
I was beginning to confuse myself so I went down the hall to my room and stripped from the clothes, tossing them in my laundry hamper and walking into the bathroom.
I tied my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head and got to work cleaning off my makeup and scrubbing it clean of all residue. When I was finished, I brushed my teeth and then went back to my room, laying down and getting comfy on the springy mattress, which proved to be a challenge in itself.
My eyelids began to droop, and I fell asleep with pictures of Jax sifting through my mind.
He seemed different. Not like other days. We were in the hotel room, he had aquired enough money for us to sleep in actual beds, but he wouldn't tell me how.
Like I said, he seemed different. Slightly off. Like he was barely hanging on to the little bit of sanity he had left. I glanced up from the chair on the otherside of the room. He was laying across the bed diagnally, shirtless and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Are you okay?" I asked. He waved me off.
"Fine." He responded plainly. I frowned.
"You don't look fine." I went over to the bed, sitting on the edge and looking down at his hand. I wanted to hold that hand. I reached out slowly and grasped it in my own, right as he pulled it away. He shot upright.
"What is your problem!" He shouted. I gaped, shocked out of words. He'd never yelled at me before.
"N-Nothing. You just seemed like you needed some comforting." I stuttered out the words, tripping over them as I said them. When had he become so assertive?
"I'm not a damn child! God, Will! What do you not understand about 'I don't have feelings for you'?" He shouted, standing up from the bed and getting in front of me, leaning into my personal space and talking down at me.
"I-I wasn't trying to make a move on you." I stuttered again, but that just seemed to anger him more.
"What the hell, Will!" He gripped the top of my arms tightly and I gasped, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. What happened to him? What had changed him so drastically in this moment. I didn't do anything wrong..
"You're hurting me.." I whimpered. He shoved me back on the bed.
"If you can't keep yourself in check, I'll leave you at the next gas station and you can explain to the clerk as to why you were dumped off." He growled. While he turned away, tears leaked down my cheeks and fell across my lips, tasting of salt.
I stood and grabbed my coat, sobbing as quietly as I could. It was raining outside and I was barefoot in only shorts and a light t-shirt with just a leather jacket to keep me warm.
Running outside, I began to sob harder. What had happened? What had happened to us? What happened to me? I wasn't even sure I wanted this anymore. But when I looked into his beautiful green and yellow eyes, I was captured by the one thing I couldn't touch. That simple taste of life that he had just teased me with. The little bit of life that he'd already experienced.
And it wouldn't be long now, until everything went out the window. I stopped on a bench and sat down, sobbing into my palms.
I jolted awake, my eyes shooting open and I glanced around the dark room.
Sitting up, I ran my hands through my bangs, getting them to unstick to my slightly damp forehead. I wasn't crying. And that alone perplexed me.
Normally these dreams would tear a gaping hole in my chest, causing me to hate myself, hate him. Hate everything. But it didn't feel like that.
I still felt greif of course, but it wasn't as strong as before.
Leaning forward, I stretched and felt my back pop in various places. Glancing up at the clock, I saw it was three o'clock in the morning and I knew I really should attempt to go back to sleep, but I knew it wouldn't happen.
The memories were still too fresh, the wounds still slightly bleeding. It would be over in an hour or so, so I stood and went to the bathroom for a cold shower. I needed my mind off him.
While I climbed into the chilling shower, I pulled the hairtie from my hair and let the blonde waves fall to my shoulders and down my back.
Only one person could take my mind off of him.
I smiled as I thought about Jax at the party. How he seemed so carefree and happy. He was real.
Not as in tangible. But he was real, his personality, his confidence. How he wasn't afraid to be himself. It made me like him even more. The fact that he wasn't afraid to be himself just captured me.
I wished that I could be real, be able to open up completely and let others in. I wanted that, but I wasn't sure how long it would be until then.
I climbed out of the shower, wrapping the ratty towel around my body. I went into my room and got dressed in some jeans and a tank top, while pulling on my old blue hoodie. It was only three thirty, so I decided to watch the news.
The apartment came with a tiny twenty inch television that only had about twelve channels. Luckily, one of those was Cartoon Network.
I switched on Channel 2 and watched the local news for about three and a half hours. I checked the clock and saw it was seven and then turned off the television.
Making sure I had everything, I shoved my keys in my pocket and waited quietly on the floor of the living room.
Shortly after, there was a knock on the door and I stood, answering it.
Jax stood there leaning against the wood, smiling.
"You ready?" He asked. I smiled and nodded.
I locked the door and he pulled me to the one thing I never thought I'd be so excited to see.
A vintage Harley. I grinned and Jax gestured to it.
This is my baby, I trust you to know what to do when we get going to high speeds." He grinned and I nodded enthusiastically. Jax passed me a helmet and helped me put it on before straddling the bike. I climbed on behind him and we began zipping through the streets.
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A/N Ugh, I don't like this chapter very much. Oh well, I did this an hour before my dad forced me to lights out. Whatever. Parents. PSH.
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