Page 78 of Tattooed Love

“Is that what you came here to say?” I arched an eyebrow, “That we shouldn’t be friends?”

“What? No!” Jax crossed his arms. “Don’t put words in my mouth Amber!”

“Whatever. Leave now if you’re done with your speech.”

“Cause you have better things to do?” Jax shifted his weight, still looking at me. He looked uncomfortable. I narrowed my eyes at him. What did he want?

“Yeah, I do. Avoiding you for starters. So… off you go then.” I waved my hand for him to get the point, but yet he remained where he was. “We don’t have to watch movies tonight.”

“Do you hate me or something?” Jax spat out. “You have been shorter with me than usual. You know I had nothing to do with Blake getting arrested.”

“I never said you did!” I pulled myself up on the edge of the bed. “And I haven’t been,” I added.

“You have been snapping at everyone since your boyfriend got locked up.” He raised both eyebrows, “Although I seem to be at the receiving end of most of your bad moods.”

“I’m not in a bad mood, and Blake wasn’t my boyfriend!” I screeched.

“So, stop acting as if he was then!”

“Why don’t you go annoy your girlfriend instead of lecturing me?”

Frustrated, Jax threw both arms in the air. “Fine, go screw yourself.”

“I was thinking you should do the same thing.”

Jax grunted as he stormed across the room. One hand on the door knob, he was about to pull it open when he turned around to face me.

“I know you aren’t taking this well and I am…”

“I don’t need you to do anything,” I pointed out. “Nor do I need you to understand why I am acting this way. Personally, I don’t want you thinking about me,” I bit back.

“What the fuck did I do to you?” His eyes were narrow. “Why the fuck did you turn into this self-centered bitch? I’ve been bloody doing everything I can think of to cheer you up to get you to like…”

“Maybe I was always like this! Just took you awhile to catch on. You aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed,” I barked.

He stood there for a few moments, looking at me with narrowed eyes, shaking his head with a disgusted expression on his face.

“Fuck you Amber.” He slammed the door behind him and I flinched at the force.

Well, that went well. I scoffed and threw myself back against the bed. Had he deserved that? Not really, but at the same time, I didn’t care if I’d hurt his feelings. Well, that was a lie. Why was he even bothering with me anyway?

Ever since Blake got locked up, Jax has been making an extra effort with me and it was starting to have an effect on me. He was extending himself, like bringing me tea or pushing a new chick flick under my bedroom door now and then. A few times, he’d even stayed home with me and watched movies, but every time he did something sweet, it only made me start to have feelings for him. Feelings I shouldn’t be having for him.

One, he had a girlfriend, which may I say made me question why he was giving me so much time in the first place and two, he was a criminal.

I couldn’t fall for yet another man that I would have to take the back seat for. The crime always came before the wife. Not that I would be a wife, but still, a girlfriend always came second as well.

I glanced at my bedside table and saw the steaming plate of food. Jax must have placed it there before he pulled me up from the bathroom floor.

I groaned to myself; God, I was mean. My guilt only worsened when I noticed the rented movies to the side of the plate, and resting on them were his notes from school, along with my favorite chocolates. Looks like he had had our Friday night planned.

I deserved his wrath. He was really making an effort with me, trying to be, well, he was trying to be some sort of friend. Why, I had no idea, but he was trying.

I had to admit it. Having someone to watch TV with at night wasn’t half bad. Nor was it that bad having someone leave chocolates and movies in your room. I bit my lip. It was actually really nice having someone to study with; especially considering we had exams coming up and, when it came to school, it was really nice of him to ditch his mates and sit with me.

Nearly as nice as when he brought me lunch from the canteen every day, so I didn’t have to line up.

I groaned again. Who was I kidding? I liked him which was the main reason I was just a complete bitch to him. I was trying to lie to myself.

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