Say You Love Me

Say You Love Me - Chapter 2

Chapter Two

My mom would fucking kill me.
I may have only been in Charming for three days, but SAMCRO had reached the City of Trees time and time again. Dad had a case a few years back where a biker had turned up dead, in an unmarked grave, with all of his tattoos blacked out. All I heard for weeks was 'Sons of Anarchy' this and 'SAMCRO' that.
Oh if he could see me now.
I was a good kid. I did my homework on time, didn't mouth off much unless one of the folks started it, and I had practically raised Steph since she was born. I was nine when she made her appearance. Mom popped out Steph, went back to work four weeks later and I became the permanent baby sitter. I never got to do anything because both of them are were busy with work related stuff and someone had to look out for Steph. I deserved a little something to myself, even if whatever I was doing was a bit unhinged. It's not like I'm doing drugs. I thought Jackson was hot as fuck and the fact that he even talked to me just elevated my feelings about Charming as a whole. I walked up the driveway to the house and let my self in through the garage. Mom's Chevy wasn't there next to my Jeep so I knew she wasn't home. Which I had a feeling would be a reoccurring event, even more now that we were in Charming. I took my shoes off and went to check on Steph upstairs. I cracked her bedroom door open a bit. It saddened me that her walls were still just plain white. She just had her furniture set up so far. She was in bed snoring with the TV on and her blankets half on the floor. I turned off her TV, tucked her in and shut her door on my way out. No teenager should be responsible for raising their younger sibling just because their parents are "too busy". I have been doing this for seven years. Don't get me wrong I love Stephanie, but it feels like there is just this hole there that I can't fill. I headed to my own bathroom and took a quick shower. I didn't like sleeping in anything besides a t-shirt and panties so I picked out a pair for the night and started my nightly routine before I remembered that I had yet to text Jackson.

Hey Jackson, sorry I forgot to text you but I made it back home.

I sat my cocoa butter back in the drawer on my nightstand, switched the lamp off, and started channel searching. My phone vibrated as I clicked on True Blood.

Glad to hear that Shay Bear. What are you up too?

I smiled; I wondered how old Jackson was. I wondered if he knew how young I was. The way he looked, he couldn't be a day over 25.

I just hoped into bed, I'm watching True Blood.

I hit send and then sent a text to my mom to see when she would be home, she said that she wouldn't be home until late tomorrow morning. Looks like making breakfast for both Steph and I before I drop her off at school. I wish someone would make me breakfast for once.

All tucked in and ready for bed? Gotta get up for school tomorrow don't cha? ;)

SHIT! HE KNOWS I'M STILL IN SCHOOL. I set the phone on my nightstand and didn't respond back to his text. After ten minutes my phone went off again. I answered and before I could ever speak...

"Hello Darlin," he said deeply as my heart went completely insane.

"Hey Jackson...so...how did you know that I was in school?"

"Shay Bear, you look like a grown woman but I could tell by talking you that you are not a day over eighteen," he exhaled and I could tell that he was smoking.

"How young do I seem Jackson?" I was nervous, I knew for a fact I was grade A jailbait and with my folks doing what they do, that made everything twice as bad. Then I remembered how he looked at me at the ice cream parlor, how hot I got and I just went with it.

"First off Babe, you can call me Jax. None of this 'Jackson' stuff....and I'm gonna guess that you're eighteen? Am I Right?" Jax asked.

I started snickering on the phone.

"What? Was I right?"

"No Jax...Your off by a few." I told him

"Up or down Bear?"

I loved his nickname for me.

"Um... down Jackson," I heard him moan lightly.

"How old are you Bear?"

"Guess Jax," I told him laughing. Jax growled at me.

"Shay, be a good girl and tell me," he said strongly.

"I'm...um I'm sixteen Jax."

"Jesus Bear, you don't look like a sixteen year old. Shit....are you serious?"

"Yes Jackson, wait a minute you still haven't told me how old you are? I don't think that's fair."

"I'm twenty-eight, Bear. I'm old as shit compared to you." Jax said laughing.

"Does this mean we aren't friends any more? With the whole age difference thing?" I was prepared to lose the first person that I actually connected with in some way in this town.

"No, Bear. We are still friends...not the type of friends that I had hoped to be, but yes we are friends."

"What kind of friends did you want us to be?"

"The kind of friends that will have to wait until your next birthday or two because your mom would have my nuts in a jar." Jax laughed.

The kind of friends that...OH I KNEW HE LIKED ME!

"Could you handle that Jackson? Until a birthday or two from now? I saw how you were looking at me earlier "

"I'm sure as hell going to have to handle it. I don't really have a choice here,Bear. I don't want you to get in any type of trouble and if we did do what I was thinking about doing when I was looking at you, you'd definitely be in trouble," he sighed.

"I don't mind trouble, I'm pretty sure I'd be okay Jackson. I can behave."

"What are you doing tomorrow? You should come over for dinner so we can test that 'Bear said she could behave madness'"

"I'll be at school until 2:30 then I just have homework, my mom usually picks up Steph when she gets out of school at three."

"You wanna meet me at my house after school? You can bring your homework over, we can just talk, I'll cook and we can just get to know each other. I have a pool in the back yard. We could go swimming to if ya wanted."

"Yeah sure. All of that sounds good; I'll head to your place right when I get out. Can you text me your address?"

"Can do, Bear. Have a good nights sleep Babe."

"Thanks Jax, Good Night," I hung up my phone, threw it on the nightstand and screeched into my pillow. I can't believe I'm going to his house tomorrow. I just have to remember to behave myself or... at least try.