The rich kid with a perfect life is challenged to make the bad boy with a bad temper fall in love with him - and things get messy when he finds himself enjoying the little imperfections this brings in his life.
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-Nic-
I stood outside Jax's home, staring at the door with a racing heart. The man in the wheelchair had left it slightly open, but I didn't dare to go in.
What the fuck happened back there? I'd never seen anyone go so... so... What? What happened?! Did Jax panic? Why? Because of me? Did I do something wrong? Did I come on too strong? I was holding him up against the tree... Fuck...
I waited as patiently as I could, but as the minutes passed by and no one returned to me, I feared they forgot I was here. I had to know if Jax was all right. I wanted to apologize for whatever it was I did to cause this.
"H-hello?" I spoke when I opened the door.
I couldn't see anyone, but I heard the man in the wheelchair talking somewhere deeper in the house.
"I'm... Is everything all right?" I spoke louder, taking a careful step in.
The man came out of one of the rooms a moment later, laying his eyes on me.
"Thank you for bringing Jax home. He's calming down now, so you can go," he told me.
"Is he all right?" I asked, looking at the door where he came out of. "Can I talk to him?"
"I think it's for the best if you go now," the man said, and I turned to look at him.
"It was my fault. I did this. But I... I don't know what happened. We were just... hanging out, and... He... I don't know, panicked?" I spoke, choosing my words carefully in case Jax didn't want this man to know what exactly we were doing.
"What happened was not your fault," the man said quietly. "It just... happened. You only happened to be there. I am grateful you brought him home. Now he can rest."
"Are you sure?" I asked, still peering at the door. "Please, let me talk to him."
"I'm afraid that's not my decision to make," the man said. "Jax needs to rest now. I'm sure he will talk to you when he's feeling better."
Jax didn't want to talk to me. I looked at the man, feeling something big, bad, and heavy in my chest.
"He will be all right. This is just something that happens every now and then, okay?" he added when I didn't move a muscle.
I still didn't move. My instincts told me not to go anywhere until I could talk to Jax.
"You're Nicholas, right?"
I peered at the man and nodded.
"I'm Jessie, Jax's father. I'll make sure he knows how worried you are," Jessie promised. "I'll ask him to call you when he's feeling better, okay? Then you can talk."
I let out a deep sigh. I knew it was pointless to even try to go talk to Jax for as long as he didn't want to. I'd only make things worse, so all I could do was take Jessie's advice and go home to wait for Jax to feel better.
