Clara Taylor had a problem. She liked the wrong guy, a player named Aaron. He didn't like her back but she couldn't get rid of her crush. Until she met Jax, that is. She's afraid that he's just as bad as Aaron was, if not worse. Will he prove her wr...
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Jax POV
I sat on a bench in the temporary jail cell. I didn't miss this place. Not one bit. I'd vowed never to step foot in a jail or prison ever again, but here I was. And this time, I was completely innocent. Not anything I told the police was even considered, and all they heard were excuses and blatant lies. They thought I'd been selling drugs. They thought the Ziploc bag in my backpack was mine. Of course it wasn't.
The police only considered how it looked: a teenage guy who'd been involved with crime and drugs previously, found with them in his stuff. It wasn't fair. I vowed never to get back into that poisonous lifestyle again. That's a big reason I switched schools. Mom and Dad hadn't known everything, but they knew a lot, and they knew their own son had been in a gang. I wasn't proud now, of anything I used to do, and who I had been. But it all changed. I needed it to change, especially after I met Clara.
Oh darling Clara... My girl hadn't even believed me. I had never opened up to her about my past. She already had trouble trusting that I was a good guy. If she found out about the way things were before I transferred, the person I was, she would never look at me the same again. The conversation echoed in my mind over and over, like a broken record.
"Clara, it's not mine. I didn't put those in there. Listen to me, I was set up! Do you believe me?" She hadn't answered. I looked at her, begging with my eyes for her to look up.
"Clara, do you believe me?!" I'd practically yelled. Her eyes had flickered up to mine for a fraction of a second as the guards took my arms and tried to drag me out of the cafeteria. My heart had been racing, and I saw the doubt in her eyes. I knew the answer before she even said it. As that one word left her mouth, my heart broke like a million pieces of glass.
I think I've lost her.
Author's Note: Poor Jax. I feel so baddd for the guy. Things are gonna get crazy, y'all. You just wait..
Oh, also, did it shock you to know that your (most of you anyways) favorite guy actually had been in a gang?
Xoxo, Zanteya
P.S. sorry the chapter was so short but hey, I updated way sooner than usual.
