Jax

“Do you have any idea what you are doing?” Troy yelled in my face. The veins running up his neck were bulging, and his eyes were narrowed, the rage on his face would send any man running scared but I wasn’t a man who was easily intimidated.

Cole was glaring at me from the bar, his lips curled with disgust. Adam was the only one who hadn’t attacked me with threats when I’d walked into the clubhouse. Tyler, however, couldn’t even stand being in the same room, and left out the back when I came in.

“Get out of my face,” I growled at Troy, and pushed him back, hard, so he was out of my personal space. “How about you stop questioning me, and start debriefing.”

There had been a run that night; it wasn’t major, and Troy being President should have handled it easy. Still, he had to tell me how it went.

Cole scoffed loudly from the bar, wanting my attention. “Dating her is only going to bring trouble,” he snorted.

“What I do in my personal life is not your business.” My voice dropped into a deadly growl, “I think you both better remember your place and who you are talking to.”

“Putting Amber in trouble makes it our business,” Troy said as he slammed a closed fist down on the bar, finally getting the hint and staying out of my personal space.

“She isn’t in trouble,” I gritted my teeth; this was why I didn’t want to tell them, their protective instincts were sickening. “Anyway, before I came along, she had the ability to bring trouble all by herself without my help.”

“You said you loved her.” Troy looked disgusted. “Did you say that so she heard you? If you think you are using my sister as a root rag…”

“I’m dating her. Now fucking drop it before I drop you,” I roared at both of them. “Now get back to fucking business and remember I’m the one in charge.”

I stormed out of the clubhouse; the heat and anger in the room was suffocating. I couldn’t let them think they had a right to tell me what to do. The Shield boys had to be brought back in line and it was going to be a challenge.

I let the clubhouse door slam shut. We had more important things to worry about than my dating life, like finding the fuckwit that tried to kill us the other night.

I straddled the black beast and kicked her to life. Nothing like a long ride to clear the mind, although knowing Amber was sleeping, half-naked, made me want to make a detour.

 

 

 

 

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 just simply did not want to get up because, right now, everything was how I liked it. One could say it was perfect.

I finally had Jax, and although I would never admit it to a living soul, I really had deep feelings for the guy. It was an overwhelming, gut wrenching, bring me to my knees sort of love.

“Amber, get out of bed alright?” Jax said as he 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 it 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 listen for movement, but there was nothing.

I squealed when the blankets were suddenly 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 easily walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

I groaned loudly. Looks like I would be facing the day after all.  

***

I always believed that whatever I did didn’t really matter. Like no-one really cared; boy had I been wrong.

“That’s it.” I slammed my locker shut. “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 that were eyeballing 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, couldn’t get a tight enough t-shirt?” I glanced up and down his body again. I swear that black t-shirt was just designed to define each of his rather well-crafted abnormal muscles, and to tease the hell out of me.

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

I whacked his arm immediately. “Please! As if your body is all I think about.”

“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 God’s sake, 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 school’s only source of entertainment. Or maybe someone had plastered a ‘stare at me sign’ on me, and I hadn’t seen it.

“Give me your hand!” He went to reach around me, and just missed it. “Amber…”

“No, and while we are at it, hand my books over.”

“Why do you care about what others think?” Jax held my books behind his back. “Embarrassed of me?”

My eyes narrowed instantly; I knew what he was playing at. I didn’t care what others thought of us, I just didn’t like being stared at like a zoo animal. “You know that isn’t it.”

“Whatever you say,” Jax said, handing my books over to me as he shrugged; but his job was done. He had already stirred the demon inside of me.

Grinding my teeth, my eyes flickered to the circle of girls who were hovering across from us, still staring. The anger was boiling inside of, and I felt myself ready to explode. Didn’t they know who they were staring at for Heaven’s sake? They had once feared me! I shot an annoyed look at Jax.

It was his fault for being so damn popular.

A glance from a passing football player sent me off the edge.

“STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT US!” I roared through the hall. Everyone in the hall stopped and looked at me; each one of the stupid twits had a stunned expression. “Jax and I are together, now get the heck over it! If I see one more person even glance in our direction, I can PROMISE you it will be the last thing you DO!”

The threat in my voice was deadly, and it would scare anyone in their right mind. Let’s be honest, any crazy woman screaming in the middle of the hall would scare someone.

“Smooth,” Jax muttered behind me, and I looked over my shoulder at him. He was holding his laughter in.

“Someone has to be the man in this relationship,” I hissed back at him, before noticing that everyone was still frozen. “What the heck are you waiting for?” I snapped at them. “Move on!”

Students’ eyes snapped to the ground as they walked past me, and, slowly, conversation began to rebuild.

“Way to strike fear in the hearts of our peers, Amber.” Jax reached out and grabbed my hand. “Come on babe; let me get you to class before you scare anyone else.”