Biker Love

Four

Valentines day.
Yuck.
I didn't understand why people celebrated a day to love and buy gifts more for their partner. I mean seriously? Birthdays, Christmas and anniversary are what gifts are for. Love your partner everyday and celebrate the days that means the most.
I hate it.
Everyone knows it too and they've learnt not to come near me or give me Valentine shit.
Which is why I couldn't understand why there was a black rose taped to my locker.
I wasn't even a flower type of girl but something told me this rose was going to change it.
'Are you just going to stare at it all day?' Dakota asks.
'I think I just might' I didn't even like black but this rose is beautiful and I never thought I would ever find anything this black or flowery beautiful.
I hear a scoff from behind me and I roll my eyes. 'Black like your heart'
'Dick cheese' I mutter back to the enemy before ripping the rose from my locker.
'Someone didn't get the memo that Indiana Jones hates valentines day' someone laughs.
I growl and get my books, leaving the rose in my locker.
Dakota and I head to class and I stop in my tracks. Another black rose sat on my desk.
'Someone hates me' I conclude. Everyone in by his school knew I hated this day. Everyone! Except one person.
'Or the opposite' Dakota laughs.
'Jacob' I growl.
I never asked him about the roses but every class I had, there was a black rose there waiting for me. I had six roses by the end of school and you bet I was taking them home.
Jacob didn't speak to me and I didn't speak to him but I knew it was him. Who else would send black of all colours? And he was the only one game enough to even do it.
'You are fucking kidding me' I growl when I see a large bouquet of black roses on the door step.
Mom and dad were at work still and my brother and sister was away for the week. Dad isn't stupid enough to give mom black roses. He already got her red and white ones this morning.
'Got an admirer' Jacob laughs from across the street.
He was convincing and a good actor. He hasn't spoken to me until the flowers showed up and if he wasn't the one who sent them then he wouldn't care.. unless.. hes jealous which means he fancies me a little right?
And if he did send them that means he fancies me or hes trying to piss me off.
Argh, so frustrating and confusing. If he did like me a bit then he would be acting like he hated me because we're enemies and it's pretty much forbidden.
Like Romeo and Juliet.
I wont lie, he is attractive and I'm attracted to him but he is the enemy.
'Too bad he's a douche bag' I sigh. I wanted him to bite, I wanted him to give me some kind of indication that it was him.
'School is full of them' he shrugs. I nod and since I still had the roses from school, I take these ones to the trash.
I watch for a reaction but all I get is raised eye brows.
I head inside and go put the six roses in a vase and take them to my room.
I put them on my desk and smile.
Mom and dad come home at around five from work and dad has pizza 'I'm taking mom out for tea so I brought you home pizza' Dad says putting it on my bed.
'Ok' I nod. He then sees the roses.
'Who got you them?' He raises an eye brow. 'Bit dark don't you think?'
'I like them actually' I confess 'and I dont know who got them, they were just on my desks'
'Someone likes my little girl' he smiles 'but if it goes any further than flowers then I'll have to get the glock out'
'Dad' I laugh 'I feel like it might have been Jacob'
I was worried about how mom and dad would react to him.
'Honey, he is from an enemy club but you're not part of the club. If you like this guy then don't let his patch stop you. Trust me, women change everything for men. Your grandpa was meant to die at my hands but your mother changed it all'
'Really?' I hadn't heard this before.
'Yep. Grandma and grandpa knew a guy, he was part of the club but some shit went down and grandpa and your uncle Jacob who isnt actually your uncle by the way kicked him out. He sought me out and I was under his thumb. I went back to the club with a mission to kill your grand father but because I fell in love with your mother, I couldnt do it'
'Shit' I raised an eye brow 'I feel like we're obligated to hate each other because of the clubs but I know he isn't a bad guy and he just acts like a Dick but I don't know, I think he sent them to me to piss me off'
'I acted like I hated your mother, tried to hate her because of what I was meant to do but she sucked me in with her beauty and smart mouth. I'm just saying that I'm not apposed to any interest with you guys' he pauses 'as long as hands are to themselves and clothes stay on'
I roll my eyes 'Ready babe' mom comes in wearing a beautiful red dress.
'Wow mom, you look smoking hot' she blushes at my compliment and looks to dad who can't stop eye fucking her. 'Maybe you should rent a room for the nighy because I don't want to hear any nasty shit'
'Good idea' dad agrees.
'Have the day off tomorrow honey, we probably wont be home tonight but call if you need us' mom says.
'OK' I laugh. 'Love you both'
'Love you too baby' mom kisses my cheek.
'Love You' dad kisses my head.
It was close to 11 when there was a knock on my door. I was just watching tv so I get up and open it.
I raise my eye brow at the stranger standing before me. 'Where's Jacob?' He asks rudely.
I point to his house 'Across the street, at his house' I say.
He looks from Jacobs house to mine. 'My bad' and then he was walking away from my door.
Another hour passes and I'm about to head up to bed when another knock.
I groan and head for the door.
I open it and my jaw drops 'What the fuck' Jacob was busted up.
'I know your parents aren't home, I had no other option but to come here' he says
'To bleed on my porch?'
'Will you help me or not?' He snaps.
I sigh and open the door further. 'Follow me' I lead him up the stairs and to the bathroom.
He sits down on the edge of the bath and I wet a face washer 'Guess this is from the big rude guy who knocked on my door an hour ago?' I questions.
'What? He was here?'
'He was looking for you, I pointed him in the right direction but now I kinda feel bad' I say.
'Why?' He scoffs.
'The guy didn't know where your lived and I told him, now look at you'
'He would have found me' he shrugs. I wipe away all the blood so I can see the damage.
Jacob hisses and winces here and there but I wasn't being gentle either.
'Not that bad' I say inspecting him. 'Black eye forming, cheek is split a little and a busted lip' I tell him. 'Knuckles' I knew he didn't just take a beating, I knew I'd have to clean busted knuckles.
He lifts his hands and I rinse the blood off the face washer before cleaning his knuckles. They weren't too busted, only three but lots of bruising forming.
'Follow' I leave the bathroom and go to my room for the first aid kit. When I turn to leave, I see he's spotted the roses in the vase. 'Come on, you need ice' I say.
He follows me down stairs and strap an ice pack to his hands with bandages and give him some frozen peas for his face.
'Thanks I guess' he tells me sitting at the table.
'Its Ok' I shrug 'You saved my butt so now we're even'
'I guess we are' he nods with a small smile that he winces through.