Page 125 of Tattooed Love

“Do you want her up for manslaughter?” I yelled back at him, but kept walking towards the fighting girls. “Can’t you do your job?” I grunted at the guards when I walked past them.

“Not so lippy now, are you bitch!” Amber snarled at the girl after sending a flying right hook into her face, again.

I wrapped my arms around Amber’s small waist, and pulled her off the girl she was beating.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!” she roared at me, before she went limp. “You have to be kidding me,” she groaned, as she glanced at my arms.

I placed Amber on her feet, and she spun around instantly. Her mouth was half hanging open; she was in shock.

“Want to explain?” I arched an eyebrow at her, still holding onto her waist.

“How did you find me?” she frowned, cocking her head to the side. The girl she was bashing up before was cupping a bloody nose behind her. “I thought I’d lost you in traffic.”

“Cat fights draw attention,” I nodded my head in the car’s direction, and when she saw her brothers, she let out a long groan.

“So community service, huh?” I smirked at her, taking my hands from her waist.

“Not all of us can get away with crime, Jax,” she threw back at me.

God, it was nice to hear her call me Jax instead of Jackson. “True. So this is your boyfriend then?” I said as relief washed over me. Looks like I wasn’t going to have to threaten anyone. Wait no, I had decided to stop stalking.

“Yes. Go on. Rub it in. Get it over with,” she said as she crossed her arms and pursed lips. A light pink blush crossed her cheeks. Embarrassment suited her.

“So you don’t like roses then?” I didn’t care about community service. If she thought I would, then perhaps she was stupid after all.

“Wait, aren’t you going to come up with some good lines… aka insults?” Amber looked surprised.

“Your brothers will do that for me.”

“Right, of course then will,” she said as she flipped the bird in the car’s direction; I’m sure they saw it.

“The flowers?” I prompted her, and shifted my weight from foot to foot. I hated this feeling. The nerves.

I should just forget it. Amber didn’t give a shit, why should I? She was over me.

“They were from you? I thought dad had put them there because he was sorry for babbling at tea the other night!” Amber uncrossed her arms, and she actually looked sorry. Well, who knew she could be sorry for anything. “I’m sorry. If I’d known they were from you, I…”

“You would what?” I wanted her to finish that sentence; maybe she wasn’t fully over me yet. She would give me another go, right? She had to! It wasn’t every day that I stood in front of a girl asking if she got my flowers.

“Would’ve thrown them in your face,” she finished.

And there went the little chance I had.

“If you think you can buy me back after what you did, with flowers, you are mistaken,” she said as she jabbed a finger in my chest. “You are going to have to do a lot more Mr Jackson Johnston.”

I took the finger from my chest, and held her hand. “Like?”

She puffed her lips, rolling her eyes at my corniness. “I don’t know...”

Smirking, I leaned into her ear, “Well when you do, let me know.”

I wasn’t giving up, she still cared. It she hadn’t, she would have hit me by now, or at least threatened to.

Watching her face twist, I dreaded her next sentence. I knew that face, and that face only meant trouble.

“I have one thing,” she said sweetly, with a very large smirk. What a surprise. She’d thought of something quick though; was that a good thing or a bad thing?

“Of course you do,” I said. I prepared myself for her evil plan. Clearly, whatever her thing was, it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

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