𝒋𝒂𝒙 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒔
𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
scarlett left charming on a bad note, but after her brother is put in jail for a year, she de...
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❛ I loved you, Jackson. ❜
chapter twenty nine.
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SCARLETT HEARS the clubhouse door click open and shut behind her. She'd settled down on the bench only a few minutes previous and was still slightly shaken by her father's unwarranted visit. As she hears the footsteps from who just left the party, she immediately knows that it's Jax lurking behind her and her eyes fall closed in frustration.
"I came out here for peace," She mumbles.
He leans against the stone pillar, folding his arms over his chest and his eyes burning into her figure, "You gon' let me talk?"
Her head snaps up to him and he sighs faintly at the sight of her furious glare. She stubs her cigarette out, "Why the fuck should I?"
He bites his lip as the harsh tone in her voice causes his chest to ache, "Scar—"
She snaps, "I don't want to hear it."
"Will you just—"
"No," She scoffs, "I won't just. Go back inside, Jax," She waves her hand weakly towards the door, "and stop bothering me."
As her hand drops back down to rest on her leg, he catches sight of her red knuckles and his back instinctively straightens. He pushes away from the pillar, taking a step closer to get a better view of her fist.
"What the hell happened?" He questions, the concern and growing anger evident in his voice as he thinks about all the dozens of ways she may have gotten injured, "Scarlett, come on, you have to tell me. I gotta know shit like this. What happened?"
A laugh passes her lips, "I don't have to tell you shit. You lost the right to know what happens in my life when you did what you did that night," She stands from the bench, sliding her cig box back into her back pocket, "If you want to pose as someone's knight in shining armour, I'm sure Wendy's waiting," She shoves past him, her shoulder knocking against his roughly.
His hand jerks out and curls around her wrist, the feeling of his touch sending shivers right up her spine. She whips around angrily, yanking her arm from his grip.
"Scarlett, you can't hate me forever," He sighs, noticing the familiar furious expression appearing on her face the longer she looks at him. She truly hates him, and it's causing his heart to burn inside his chest.
"Why not, hm?" Her head tilts daringly and her voice raises, "Do you need reminding of what you did to me?"
