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 know we've never got along, but I am really sorry this has happened, Gemma. ❜
chapter thirty.
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THE NEXT MORNING, Scarlett wakes up with a jolt and her fists curl around the bedding to keep herself grounded. Ever since the accident, every morning was the same. A nightmare caused her to shoot up in her bed panting and shaking. This time is slightly different, though, as she isn't in her bed. She catches on immediately when she feels the duvet under her palms; the same duvet she gripped onto when she would be underneath Jax Teller.
Her head whips around the room, desperately trying to figure why she's ended up in his bed again. Her eyes land on Jax in the corner on his armchair, his head is tilted as he sleeps quietly, still in his clothes from the previous night. That causes her to look down at her own body, and she too is fully dressed in her clothes from the night before. She lets out a small sigh relief, thankful that drunk Scarlett didn't end up having sex with Jax Teller.
Slowly and quietly, she pushes the covers away from her body and moves her legs off the side of bed. After running a hand through her hair as her temples vibrate, she forces her hung over body to stand from his bed. She stills, a sudden sense of dizziness coming over her. She stands frozen with her eyelids squeezed shut as she attempts to recollect herself properly so she can leave his damned room.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jax grumbles, his croaking early-morning voice causing her eyes to fly open in surprise. Her head snaps to him, noticing that he's staring at her with a puzzled tired look.
"Why did I just wake up in your bed, Jackson?" She mutters.
He sighs, repositioning on the seat before he speaks, "I found you last night, right outside my door so drunk you fell asleep on the hallway floor. I gave you my bed," He motions to himself and the slightly uncomfortable seat he's sat in, "And I took the fucking armchair."
Her eyes narrow, "Why?"
"Cause I knew you'd hate me even more if you woke up in bed next to me," He explains.
She nods slowly, knowing that he's correct. She finally moves again, stepping towards the door and that's when she finally realises that she's missing her shoes, "You take my shoes off?"
"Didn't think you'd want to sleep in them," He grumbles, taking Opie's advice to be careful with her and give her time by only replying with simple answers. A few days ago, he would have taken this opportunity to try to get him forgive her. Now he knows that will get him no where. He points down the shoes beside the door, "They're there."
