The Scars Of Us

CHAPTER 4

I turned around and strutted toward Heather who was screaming, "Yuzzz Bitch! Gettit! Gettit you bad bihhhhhh!"

I raised my hands, "Heather!" I screamed. She poured me a drink and we sat down.

"So! How was it?"

I couldn't stop smiling, "Jake is so hot I can't even think straight around him!"

"You guys were getting pretty steamy over there on the dance floor missy! Please tell me you guys kissed."

I didn't answer, but I did smirk.

Heather's eyes bunged out of her head, "NO FUCKING WAY! You lucky bitch! I can't believe JAKE kissed you."

I leaned in and said with a giddiness tone, "To be honest he couldn't keep his hands off me. It was like he was on a mission or something."

In the middle of my heightened emotions I saw him. He was sitting on the couch with a girl beside him and a girl on his lap. Rosie sure does put up with a lot. His face was expressionless. He just was smoking his joint looking up at the roof. The girls were ranting off about something, but he didn't even seem interested.

I found it bewildering that the emotions I have for Jake seems so small, shallow and insignificant compared to the intense response my body and my mind has just from staring at Jax. 

Heather sighed, "That is so hot. I wish Bobby would do cute crap like that. Before he just..."

Heather became background noise. It was like I had tunnel vision. And right now my vision was on Jackson Reed. One of the girls said something and he laughed, but there was a tightness there, a strain on his face. I know he's known to be this crazy bad boy guy...but I always wondered what he'd be like if he was just in a room alone and all he had was himself and his thoughts.

"Yo Reed! The king himself! Come show these pussies how to drink a keg!" One of the boys said.

I shook myself out of my head. I don't know why I always seem to get lost in thought when it came to Jax. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked around at people like they knew what I was thinking. 

Jax laughed and pushes the girl off his lap. "My fuckin pleasure, Johnny."

"Milly! Are you even listening!" Heather whines.

I blinked a couple times before revisiting reality, "Yes! I was! It's just there's drama going on over there." I said nodding toward the boys.

Two boys came and heaved a keg over to Jax. Two others boys came behind him and lifted him up side down over the keg and put the thick plastic tube to his mouth.

"Jug! Jug! Jug! JUG! JUG!" The boys began to chant. I saw Jake leaning against the wall scowling at Jax. I frowned at how much hate he had for Jax. I mean yeah it must be that he stole his girlfriend, but the way he's looking at him...it's like pure and utter hatred.

"YES!" The boys shouted. They sat Jax back on his feet. Jax shouts, "And THAT's how you FUCKING do it gentlemen!"

One of the boys lit Jax a joint. Jax inhales it deeply and blows the smoke in victory.

"Wasn't Jake the Keg King?" Someone said.

Jax smirks, "He used to be until I came along, little one." Jax smirked in amusement at a fuming Jake, "He used to be a lot of things. But when I moved here he realised there was a bigger dog in town."

Jake smirked back. He turns to me and his eyes soften which made me something flutter in my chest slightly.

"Hey Milly!" Jake called me over making me feel a little embarrassed for saying my name so loud, "Why don't you come over here."