Wild Child

Chapter 4

(A/N: Picture of Jax on the side. Yes that's Jordan Parrish. Yes it's a punk edit. Yes I have an addiction. Get over it)

Lacey POV;

Oh god, what am I doing? Hascal? Why would I want to go there? I'm probably going to get killed by a freaking axe murderer, or an escaped convict with a hook hand, or

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the radio being turned up. I realized what song it was and I started to tear up and sing along a little. Jackson swerved and then just pulled over too watch me. When the song ended, I explained it to him.

"When I was 13, my older brother, Ty, was sent to Iraq and while he was there, he was killed when he stepped in front of a bullet to save a little girl who would have been killed. 'I Drive Your Truck' was a song that I've always loved because his truck is still sitting in the driveway and every few days I take it out and drive it around and I sometimes park in a field to cry a bit. He always said that I shouldn't cry because it broke his heart to see an angel cry. I sing this song whenever it comes on, no matter where I am."

Jackson stared at me, thinking it seemed. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, then pulled down the visor to check my makeup in the mirror, when it looked okay again, I put the visor up and turned to stare back at Jackson, "what is it? Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked, starting to feel like i was under a microscope. He just smiled a little and turned back to the front and pulled back out onto the road, but made a turn away from Hascal, towards a diner. I looked over at him and he just continued to give me that smile that he has, where one side of his mouth is higher and it seems like he has a secret that he's about to finally tell you after teasing you for wanting to know. It was a smile that made me want to poke his cheeks to see if he could smile any bigger and if he did, would he have dimples.

I had scooted closer to him without realizing it, and he had definitely noticed. A blush spread across my cheeks when he reached his hand out and rested it on my knee, which had been pulled up so that I was sitting mermaid style. I looked down at it and hesitantly put my hand on top of his, biting my lip slightly. He groaned, but it sounded a lot like a growl. My eyes snap up to meet his as he looks back and forth between me and the road, before pulling the truck over again and turning to face me. Our noses were so close, if I leaned forward an inch I could rub my nose on his. He leaned towards me a little bit and lifted his hand, holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger. I looked into his eyes, trying to figure out what I should do next. He leaned back a little to assess my reaction to him, and I subconsciously try to follow him forward.

So now I'm practically laying on top of him and all I can think to do is start giggling uncontrollably, which sets off a chain reaction in him, making him absolutely crack up. His laugh is so amazing, it makes me laugh harder because of how cute he is. Now I'm laughing so hard I feel like I'm going to pee my pants and I try to take a breath in, but it turns into a loud snort which just makes us laugh harder. I think anyone who drove past us right now would think that we're crazy.

When we finally calm down enough and start to catch our breaths, he leans towards me at lightening speed and pressed his lips to mine. I was so surprised that I couldn't react for a second, and then I closed my eyes and let myself feel his lips, feel the cold metal of his lip ring. I pulled back after a moment and looked into his grey eyes. He just smiled, a real smile and I saw that he did indeed have dimples. I smiled back and sat back on my butt, facing the front. He did the same and put the truck in gear before starting to drive again. He reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling me over a little so he could hold my hand while he had his hand on the stick (the thing that you use to change gears) which was really cute. We pulled into the parking lot of a 24 hour diner, called Mama's Palace. He cut the engine and we got out of the truck, slamming the doors and walking to the diner, hand in hand. When we walked in there was an older woman standing at the counter, she smiled and handed us a set of menus before telling us that we could sit wherever and our waitress would be there in a moment. I had read enough fanfiction to know that it was going to be a hot girl and she was going to flirt with Jackson. We sat and read the menus. After we had decided, the waitress came up and I was right, she was absolutely gorgeous. She came over with a big smile and a flirty look in her eyes but when she got to the table and started taking our orders, she barely glanced at Jackson, instead she paid extra attention to me and leaned down a bit, showing off her cleavage, but towards me, not him... I looked over at Jackson, confused and he reached up to touch her arm, "Manda, I'm on a date here, can you not flirt with her?"

I gave him an incredulous look, "Jax, you better be nice!"

He smiled mischievously, "why do I have to be nice? She's my sister," he pushed her a little bit, playfully. She glared at him, and then looked back to me.

"Sweetie," she said in a sweet southern accent, "if you ever get tired of this punk, let me know and I'll treat you read nice," and with that she walked off chuckling to herself.

I looked back at Jackson and he just shrugged, "at least she actually got our orders instead of just flirting with you," he said in a joking voice. He ran a hand through his dark green hair, while he messed with his lip ring mindlessly. I made an impulsive choice right then, "Jackson, I want to get a tattoo." He almost choked on the water he was sipping on. I smiled a little. He asked if I was sure and I nodded, then we made plans to go to a tattoo shop this weekend.