Page 76 of Tattooed Love

“You into chick flicks, Jax?” Cole said smugly, while leaning on the open door, watching me.

“Piss off Cole.” I pulled on the CD player, ripping it out; stupid wiring. Why had I decided to fix this bloody thing tonight?

“Or is it one of those secret movies you keep giving my sister?”

My head snapped up, my face now serious. “Does it matter?” I arched an eyebrow and my grip on the player tightened.

“Guess not.” Cole slammed the door closed. “See you at home.”

I watched him walk out of the shed. He didn’t even pretend to hide his dislike about me being near Amber, but he seemed to be a bit softer about the issue now that I was dating Ella. I hurled the spanner to the floor.

Bloody El was making my life hell. Messaging me, calling me and showing up at the clubhouse. Damn woman couldn’t take a hint.

I had asked her out to piss Amber off, which didn’t really work as she seemed thrilled by the idea; even encouraged it.

Sighing, I leaned back into the car seat, one word and my mind went nuts; Amber.

Groaning, I ran a hand through my hair and messed it up. I didn’t know how to show a female that I cared about her; not that I cared about Amber, I just… Fuck it, I don’t know!

I was just protective of her, and jealous when she was with other men… yeah, I cared about her.

I slammed a fist against the steering wheel. I don’t do girls, and I don’t do feelings for them.

Easy lay, that’s what they were to me.

But Amber was different; she stirred something different inside me. I was angry when she left to stay with Blake; I was hurt that she turned to him instead of us, well, mainly me. And now, I found myself bringing her food, watching movies with her, sitting with her at school. Fuck, I was even leaving her chocolate.

I glanced down at the plastic bag that was half sticking out from under the seat. I can’t believe I had actually signed up for a Blockbuster card. I gritted my teeth; I was getting whipped.

Groaning, I started the car up, leaving the CD player half hanging out. A smile twitched at my lips; I was actually starting to look forward to spending Friday nights with her.

Her sitting there complaining and huffing about nothing, while gulping down the food I would get her. I would sit there, pretend to be bored. Then, when she fell asleep, I would carry her to her bed.

Flying out the garage, I realized I was definitely looking forward to being with her. Even though she didn’t see me the same way… but it wasn’t like she’d told me that. She was semi-nice to me and, every day, she was a little bit better towards me.

That is when she didn’t slip into her depression and self-pity.

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I pulled a plate from the Shield’s cupboard and began to place the contents from the plastic boxes onto the plate, cursing under my breath as I burnt myself on the hot chicken.

I think Amber actually thought her family left her a meal every night. When, really, every night I would go out and get her tea and put it on a plate; this was an example of me being whipped.

“That smells good.” Tyler walked into the kitchen and I didn’t look up. “Why does Amber get good meals?”

“If you want one, go buy one,” I huffed and then went to the fridge, pulling out a beer for her. “Though that involves doing something, so you won’t.”

Tyler rolled his eyes and I stuffed my school notebook into the plastic bags and threaded it on my arm.

“So, what is with you two?” Tyler asked. I balanced the beer in one hand and the plate on the other.

“Nothing.”

“I thought you were with El?”

“I am.”

Tyler arched an eyebrow at me, but I didn’t say anything else as I walked past him. It wasn’t his business; well, it was, to a degree.

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