He Use To Be A Son Of Anarchy

Chapter Four: Mechanically Sarcastic

I was about to make out with a shirtless Tom Ellis look-alike when an incessant rapping on my window woke me up. Grumpy and irritated from being awakened from my nap, I rolled down the window and squinted at the figure standing beside my car.

"What do you want?" I asked yawning. "Are you Valerie?" the voice asked.

"Yeah, why?" I replied stretching out. "Well, darling, if you want to get back to town I suggest you get out of the car."

This was the first time I fully took in who was standing beside my car. The man had dirty blonde hair, a five o'clock shadow and piercing blue eyes. He might have even been handsome if he wasn't covered in so much dirt and grime.

"Are you from Al's Garage?" I asked getting out of the car. "Obviously," he said pointing to the logo on his chest with his name underneath. "Alright, Jackson" I said glaring at him, "There's no need to be rude."

He didn't answer. Instead he busied himself attaching my car to the truck. I watched him work. "If you'd please get into the truck I'll take you back to town now," he said sarcastically and walked to the passenger side.

I rolled my eyes and got into the truck after he opened the door for me. "You're being an ass, you know," I said after he got in behind the wheel. "Keep talking," he said, "I could just leave you out here."

We did not speak for the rest of the way back to town. The man was honestly so full of himself. Thinking that I needed his help (okay, maybe I needed it, but that's not the point). I was going to pay him for his services and he was being quite rude. I began thinking that Al and I needed to have a little talk about his employee.

Eventually we approached the small town. Lucky for me Al's Garage was on the outskirts of town which meant less time with Mr Grumpy-Pants. Jackson pulled into the yard of the garage and got out without saying a word. He immediately started disconnecting my car and I assumed that was my queue to get out.

"Ah, you must be Valerie," an approaching man who I assumed was Al called. "Val's fine," I said shaking his hand. He examined my car.

"This shouldn't take too long to fix. Just a new tyre is all. But seeing as we're still busy servicing Mayor Fritz' car this will have to wait until tomorrow. Is that alright with you, Miss?" he asked.

"It's fine. It's not like I need it to drive to work. The town is so small," I said attempting to make a joke. Al stared at me straight faced. "Well, anyway," I said awkwardly, "I'll come pick it up tomorrow then."

"No need," Al said quickly, "We'll drop it off at your parking space next door." "How'd you know I live next door?" I asked.

"It's a small town," Al simply said and gestured for the keys to my car. I handed them to him and after saying goodbye hurried off to my apartment.

The people in town really needed to grow a sense of humour.