Catch Me if You Can (18+) (FINISHED)

33 - Jax Never Liked Me

Aspen
Present

He was a colossal asshole.

I hated him.

He did that on purpose, knowing I was going to give in the second he kissed me.

He thought he had control over me, but I had control over me.

I might've faltered all those times, but it didn't mean he could coordinate everything I did. I wanted him, yes, but that didn't mean I was going to drop on my knees and beg.

He wanted a game? I'd play his game.

And I'd WIN.

I thought last night, with how kind he was being for my first time, that he actually cared about me.

He gave me a bath this morning? Because he cared?

No, he was just gaining my trust to control me.

Little fucker.

I stormed back to the bedroom where all the guys were and grabbed my clothes, stuffing them in a bag and left the ones Miles bought me stranded.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kylo said.

I glared at him, a sharp one, and he took a surprised step back. "Fuck you," I hissed. "Fuck you all."

"Well," Jax said, "I'm going to get a drink. Goodbye."

He walked out the door seconds later.

I glared at all of them before going back out of the room and back to the bathroom, where I could grab my scrunchie and tie my hair up.

I hated them. I hated them all.

When I was finished, I turned to the door to find Jax there.

"I thought you were getting a drink," I stated.

"I lied," he responded, shutting the door behind him.

I remained still like a wall, watching him with dark eyes as he leaned against the door and eyed me in disappointment like I was his child and I just dropped his favorite glass.

"What do you want?" I questioned.

His eyes darkened, and I noticed the blaze of anger in them.

Jax never liked me. He acted all normal and all around his friends, but I never trusted him because he treated me like I was a burden to him.

"You are a little slut," he hissed quietly, and I stiffened. "You think that you can waltz back into our lives like you own us, and then you think you can control Ace? Miles? You have no part in our lives, and if they didn't want to fuck you so much, I guarantee that they'd have you dead. I would do it myself." His eyes locked on me, looking bored. "You're a bitch. A traitorous manipulating, bitch. We want nothing to do with you."

I walked up to him then, calmly, and he remained still, not afraid.

"Me?" I asked quietly, though added a touch of menace in my voice. "You make it sound like I'm weak, Jax."

"You are," he responded dryly.

"Then..." I fluttered my lashes, acting innocent, "would a weak person... do this?"

I slapped him hard across the face, making him yell out as the sound echoed through the entire house.

Ooh, my hand even stung.

I dropped my arm, palm tingling and shoved open the door, making my way to the front door when I heard a distant, "What the fuck was that?"

And a, "BITCH!" from Jax.

"Aspen," Miles said from behind me, and I turned, rage boiling inside me even though I was hurting.

"I want you out of my life," I told him, and his lashes lowered. "You treat me like I'm yours. I'm not. I'm not any of your fuck-buddy's. You can't treat me like this. I thought I could trust your guys." I looked up. "I was wrong. All of you still only care about yourselves and what you want. You want answers? Fine. But I'm leaving now, and I don't give a fuck about how much you 'want' me, I'm taking Summer out of your care." I turned to the door. "I'm sorry I ever trusted you."

And I walked out, slamming the wood shut behind me.

Before he could open the door to yell, I ran away, back to my apartment.