Sons Of Anarchy.We All Fall Down . .

22.Dangerous women

Authors note: Unedited 

As Mac directed me towards his booth, Viv went her way because she needed to be at the starting line to go over the "safety rules" even though Kyle knew them and I'm pretty sure there was no such thing as "safe" during these races.

"So have you and Kyle, you know . . ." Mac flicked his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive way. "You know, bump the stick and ball? Ride the magic pony? Sit on his - "

"Alright!" I rose my arms up in a stopping motion and rolled my eyes. "No, we haven't bumped anything. Trust me, I don't think that's happening anytime soon."

He gave me a sarcastic glare and cleared his throat. " 'If you win, you can have that date you wanted.'" He said as he mocked me. 

"I was only joking." I stated stubbornly. Yes, in every way he was attractive, but dating a guy you just met? This wasn't a freaking romance novel. I mean yes, we did talk, and yes, we honestly did have a lot in common but I'm not a girl who jumps when she sees a cute and somewhat dangerous boy. I'm the type of person that wants to know them, to know where they want to go in life. I want to know what they desire, their dreams, and their wishes. 

To take words from the porn star himself I say, "In order to love someone, you must know their story." and to be quite fair, I had no clue what that meant. In a way it did make sense, maybe he told me those words so maybe I could figure them out for myself. 

(Flashback) 

My ears rang and pounded against my head as Kyles' music played loudly. I'm sure all outsiders  heard everything. He hadn't said one word to me until I finally had enough of his silent and loud games. I snapped up and pushed the big silver button. Everything in his vehicle became instantly quiet. I reached my finger up to rub my ears, hoping I wasn't going to be deaf.

Viv's brother laughed as he zoomed past another car. "Whats a matter, love shack? Music too loud?" 

God, I can't even believe I agreed to this shit! I was already done with him. He didn't say a word to me and when he did he named me like I was one of his pets. I wasn't five, nor was I his bitch. I sighed and flipped my hair to the side of my face. Creating a curtain to avoid looking at him.  "Yes, actually. And can you please slow down! It's not a race yet!" 

"So since I'm being set up with you for tonight, you need to know a couple things about me; One, I don't date . .I just sleep with people. Two, I don't do friends. Three, when I tell you to do something, you did it, and four -" 

"Whoa! Whoa!" I whipped my head towards him in anger. "Who do you think you're talking too?! I'm not sleeping with you, nor am I ever going to be a users friend! Three, I don't listen to know one! Especially someone like you! And four -" 

He pouted, "Aw, freckles, that hurts." 

"Oh, my god! How does anyone stand you? You are so infuriating at and I've only been in the car with you for ten minutes. Do you honestly have no morals? Do you honestly not care about anyone else besides yourself, you selfish prick?" Who does he think he's talking too? I don't even know him and already he's assuming I'm going to sleep with him and that we're going to be friends  and that I was just going to listen to him because we would fuck? Nope, not happening. If anything, he listens to me. 

"So just so we're clear, that means you wont sleep with me?" His hand making a slash through the air. "I'm just saying I've got a thing for your type." 

" . . .My type? MY TYPE?! What is my type, huh?"

He shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at me, "The-big-breast, fiery temper, smart, and wickedly beautiful type." 

"Do you honestly think flattery will get you somewhere with me?" 

"Yes. . . in your pants." 

I blinked - once -twice- three times before I needed to breath before I blew a gasket. This boy honestly thought I was going to get into his pants because he told me those things. He needed  to be taken down a few notches. He was overly cocky, he didn't really have a filter. I could tell he didn't know how to have a real conversation with a girl who didn't persuade him. He was silent when not spoken too and when he did speak, he spoke volumes of bullshit. He thought he could get any women to sleep with him. He thought he was the real deal. The shit. But he wasn't. He was just a kid whose parents had money to help him through it all. He never really had to deal with the outside world. Hell, maybe he did and I was just to quick to judge him. But how could I not with the conversation we just had?

"Look can we just talk about something else?" I huffed. Kyle was something else. 

"Like what, sugar butt?" I shrugged my shoulders in response. I didn't think he would genuinely want to talk about anything else. "Typical women; always have the demands but never the answers. . . H-hows life?" He grimaced sourly. It almost looked like he was sucking on a lemon.  

For the whole car ride I hadn't said a word or even sighed or made any sound that I was even alive. But this . . .this simple question made me laugh uncontrollably. It wasn't because I was crazy or because I was making fun of my life, it was because of the question and how he asked. The first real and normal question he has asked me and he can't even swallow it. It didn't sound like a question he asked on any circumstance.

"Never mind. Thanks for laughing at me." He growled in distaste. 

I tried to sober up, but I just kept chuckling. I waved my hand at him, trying to tell him to give me a second."I'm sorry. I really am." 

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He bit his plump lip and hid his smile. "You know you're the only girl I ever had in the front seat?" 

My eyebrows scrunched together. "Really?" 

"Yup!" He said while popping the P. Kyle then threw a smirk my way. "I usually have them in the backseat with their legs up in the air."  

"And just like that, I hate you even more. Okay, how about this topic -" 

"I'm not talking about Channing Tatum's abs. Or how hot he is." Kyle said as he casually changed lanes. 

"What? NO! That's not even in the range of the topic I was going for. . . .but have you seen him?" I'm just saying. He's the one that brought him up! 

His head robotically turned towards me and glared. "I will literally slam on my breaks, throw you over my shoulder and dump you on the side of this road. Please don't doubt me on that." 

I rolled my eyes at the empty threat. Yeah, I'm sure he would do that. My eyes scanned him up and down, would he really do that? Something told me to just believe what he said. "No, I want to talk to you about something; Love." 

"Oh, hell no! You save that for your book club shit! Nope, not happening. You take that to my sister when you two talk about sparkly men and boys running around the woods naked. You do not bring that "L" word into my vehicle!" 

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a guy. You never thought about finding someone or settling down a little? "Love at first sight" type of deal? Or do you not believe in "L" world at all?" 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! If you must know, I don't want any of that right now! I don't want a women whose gonna just hold me down. No offense, chica but I don't do any of that "Love" shit. But I tell you what I do know from it, in order to love someone you have to know their story and I don't want to know anyone else bullshit story about how their life is so horrible and boo-hoo me. I don't want to love anyone. The only person I can count on is my sister. "

A smirk appeared on my face. "You're scared." 

" . . .What?" 

"You're scared to find someone that makes you happy. You are scared to show a little bit of emotions because you have to keep your "bad boy" image. You're afraid you're gonna lose yourself." 

His hands gripped on the steering wheel. "We're not talking about this. End of discussion." 

I huffed and leaned back in my seat while  my arms folded across my chest. "Fine."