Blue Angel

Christening the Reaper Table

Scarlet cursed under her breath trying to get her car to start, Jax had ran out in his jeans towards the car drawing more attention to the two of them. She punched her steering wheel making sure the doors locked sliding her sunglasses on ignoring whatever Jax was muttering outside the car door. 'Just great...I really need this right now' She had thought while sitting in her car scrolling through her phone trying to ignore her surroundings.

Scarlet had no idea why she got so upset seeing him with that 'eater. She had guessed it had to do with the fact he kissed her yesterday and she had secretly but non admittedly wanted it to mean something. Clearly it had not, otherwise he wouldn't be fucking whoever the other chick was in the same room he professed his need to keep her safe, his need to keep her around in Charming.

Maybe this was all a mistake, Otto had the right idea by keeping her away. "What the hell is your problem?" She had heard Jax yell in frustration towards Scarlet. It was not her intent but she snapped, unlocking the door she swung it open aiming to hit him but he jumped back in time. There was now a sea of people watching from the distance but she didn't care anymore, let them watch. Scarlet was sure she would be heading out of town after this anyway.

"My Problem?" She yelled using both hands to shove him in the chest, Jax stood tall not budging at her attempt to make her stumble back. He went to grab her left arm but she swung with her right, missing him but making him step back. "Don't fucking touch me! I don't have a problem but clearly you do! How dare you give me the whole I want to keep you safe, I need to protect you speech. How fuckin' dare you kiss me the way you did. I am not one of your whores. I have self respect. I can count how many men I have fucked on one hand! Can you even think that high? You really think that me, a woman of my caliber, needs a man who thinks like a damn thirteen year old boy with a boner to protect me?"

Scarlet was screaming at Jax not holding anything back, her tone had given her away to everyone watching. She was hurt. She was disappointed. She felt betrayed.

Jax found his heart pounding so hard against his chest he could hear the pounding in his ears. The adrenaline pumped through his body a hundred miles a minute as he got closer to Scarlet's car, only to find she had locked herself inside. His molars ground in the back as he smashed his palm against the window, glaring at her as she ignored him.

"Goddamnit Scarlet! What is your fuckin' problem?!" He shouted, pounding the window again. He didn't have to look to feel the presence of individuals gathering around him, even Chibs had tried to grab him and calm hi down but Jax's angrily pushed his brother away. It was when he least expected it that Scarlet forced open the car door, and despite her petite size, he could see the rage in her eyes as he stared into the. Her small hands slammed against his bare chest in an attempt to push him away and he didn't budge, only reached out with his left hand to grab her to try to calm her. No use. She was just like him, he could already see that. Like you ticking timb bombs just waiting to go off. Not a good combination for them or anyone surrounding them. Pulling her arms away she tried to hit him and if he wouldn't have had the quick reflexes she would have got him. His eyes narrowed on her as she began to spit words at him, making his nostrils flare with each hateful comment. Jax had wanted to protect her, he still did. And the kiss, he assumed, meant more to him than it did to her considering the slap he took for it. Typical women.

Jax snarled, his eyes darting to the croeater he had just been fucking as she exited the clubhouse with a bitchy grin on her face. Figures, he's dealing with this shit and all she can think about was that she was just on the president's dick. It made him wonder about himself for a quick glimmer of a moment. Scarlet was right, he had slept with more women than he'd ever be able to count in his goddamn lifetime, but it didn't mean the kiss he had shared with her only days ago didn't mean something. He didn't handle rejection well, he wasn't accustomed to it. The poor fuckers at the warehouse found that out not so long ago.