blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 105 - sushi, please

"What the fuck is this?" he speaks loudly as soon as we are out of ear shot. The vibes he is giving off are unreadable but intense. I'm not sure what emotion he's experiencing: anger, confusion, frustration, happiness? I'm pretty sure I'm just as confused as he.

"Has he lost his shit? He shouldn't want anything to do with me let alone you,"

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Dude, chill. It's not what it looks like," I start, quickly shutting the door and locking it as soon as we are in the men's restroom.

"No shit, man. What'd you do?" he exclaims not lowering his voice. He starts pacing around the room incapable of containing his emotions. His reaction is somehow not surprising to me. It's odd, but understandable, I guess. It's strange to have knowledge of that terrible, terrible night and then to meet the blue-eyed boy with him 'acting' as if nothng is wrong.

"Has he lost it? Are you bribing him or some shit? Why did you have a baby strapped around your chest? What the fuc-," he fires uncontrollably.

"He doesn't remember," I start, looking down with shame. I feel shame for so many reasons involving Park. I know that something is eerily wrong with me. I don't know what it is exactly, but there's something wrong. His wide eyes turn confused once again. The wide array of his emotions are startling. His reaction is not making sense to me. It makes me wonder just how close he is to Park. It honestly makes me sick to my stomach.

"Wh-,"

"That night he- he got into a small car wreck, and lost his memory of everything before. Well, not everything. Just the bad stuff, I guess. I don't understand it either."

For a moment, he doesn't say anything. He's just staring at me with the same wide-eyed expression that's been plastered across his face since we've been in the dirty restroom. Jax has made it abundantly clear to me that he's not necessarily the happiest about my relationship with the small boy. And at first, I felt kind of bad for it - along with a few other emotions. The day he found out that Parker and I were a thing thanks to Amy's big mouth he was livid. I swear I've never seen him so pissed and somehow so distubingly calm. Though I once considered the lean man a good friend of mine, I know that our relationship is nowhere close to how it used to be. After I came back - from taking a rather long hieatus - he was different from the Jax I had always known. No, he still was very much involved with many of the charitable organizations he's always taken part in, but there was something off about him.

Anyways, that day, back at the old, abandoned house, it took the strength of both of the twins to pull him off of me. But once he was off, he made no further attempt to come at me. No, instead, he switched personas quickly; apologizing and congratulating me. I've never seen anyone switch character so fast. It didn't and still doesn't make sense.

"So, the little prick doesn't remember anything, huh?"

What?

"Don't call him that," I seethe, confused by his harsh words towards the boy. I thought he liked him.

"What does it matter?" he begins, finally looking up from the ground in front of him to meet me with a sinister grin. I almost choke at the dark contrast. His eyes carry very little emotion. They're so dull and lifeless they're like a child's play toy.

"After he remembers what you did, there's no way he'll forgive you for all the shit you've done. And when he runs away crying and heartbroken for the second time I'll be there to comfort him," he continues, chuckling to himself distant.

"Oh, and I'll comfort him alright. He won't be able to think about your bitch ass with my cock shoved dow-,"

I'm surprised to see a trail of blood streaming from his mouth already. His eyes grow big, shocked, before he spits blood on the white tile beside his head, laughing. The stupid grin painted across his cracked face pisses me off, as flashes of Parker underneath the piece of shit blur my vision. "Get the fuck off of me, boy," he growls, pushing me onto my back. I'm not intimidated by Jax. In the past, I would've been sent running for the hills at his cynical anger towards me, but in this moment I don't care about anything. I can't care. The harsh contact sends a painful shock throughout my body, my lower abdomen still healing from the incident at the warehouse.