The Way He Looked At Her

This isn't right..

  I looked up at the group not knowing what to do. I couldn't believe my eyes. Who I saw sitting in the left side of Clay. His hair had grew behind his ears now.

  His leather jacket on him. Seeing his blue eyes as he talked to the group. Not knowing what has been going on over there. I look at him with again him talking to the group.

  He looked like he changed but for bad. Like he grew cold. Cold hearted. She could hear it in his voice.

  He had a sad look on his face. He probably doesn't miss me. Which I would understand. I took his life away from him.

  But now he was back. It was him. It was Jackson Teller. I thought I was seeing things.

  I probably was without knowing it. I kept ruming my eyes to see if I was seeing things. I guess I wasn't. I even pinched myself to see if I was dreaming.

  I guess not. I looked at him again and he didn't see me. I didn't know if I wanted him to see me yet. After everything that has happened.

  I don't know if I want to see myself right now. I wanted to go to the corner of the bathroom and scream. But I don't want to be noticed by the club and them kill me.

  I wanted to see Jax. I don't know if it is an good idea. I don't know if it was a good idea to kill Gemma knowing Jax was still alive. So the first thing I do is put the gun in my front pocket.

  I open the door and see Jax's face once again just in case I've gotten crazy. But he was talking to the club. So I closed the door and sit down thinking about this mess.