Playing with fire -Jax Teller-

Chapter 2- Tequila

"Hey pop." Charlotte sing-songed as she slipped onto the stool at the bar next to her father, Piney.

"Hey baby girl." The old man replied as he patted her knee and popped a kiss on her cheek.

Piney was in his usual stool at the bar already half deep in a bottle of patron.

"Did you have a good day, daddy?" She asked trying to hold his attention as she non chalantely reached in front of him swiping his shot glass of tequila and attempting to bring it to her lips before he knew what hit him.

He quickly swiped it from her hand not spilling a drop as he slugged it down.

"Don't you daddy me!" He pointed a ringed finger at her.

She slumped down in her stool blowing at a stray curl that fell in her line of vision.

"Hey Charlotte." Juice, the new prospect, greeted her with a nervous smile.

"Hey Juice." She smiled. "A shot of tequila please." She said causing him to look even more nervous than before.

"I will cut that goofy grin off your face, boy!" Piney growled at him.

"S-sorry Charlotte." He gulped.

"I'll buy you a drink, doll face." Tig exclamed throwing an arm across her small shoulders.

"The hell you will!" Piney and Opie roared in unison.

"You two are buzz kills." Charlotte pouted.

"Can't kill a buzz if you're too young for one." Opie chuckled.

"Fuck off, Ope."

"Don't be like that doll. You staying for the party?" Tig asked.

"Yeah, I just need to grab my stuff and shower."

"The shower in my dorm is free." Tig gave a flirty smile.

"Like hell." Piney and Opie roared in unison for the second time.

"Okay, you two have got to stop doing that. I'm just gonna shower in Jax's room."

She strolled out to her new cherry red mustang that was a graduation gift from her dad so that she could get her bag. Showering at the clubhouse had become a regular occurrence on Friday nights after she had worked all day, since Gemma had all but forced her to move in with them and they lived on the other side of Charming.

She knocked on Jax's dorm room door shoving her way in past a shirtless Jax when he opened it.

"I'm using your shower." She said before he could open his mouth to speak.

"Don't you have a shower?" He laughed closing the door.

"Yeah but I'm too tired to drive home."

"If you're too tired to drive now what makes you think you'll be in better shape to drive after the party?"

"Plenty of bikers out there. I'm sure Juice would take me home."

"Ha! Ha!" He said not amused. "Not gonna happen."

"Clean towels?" She changed the subject.

He pointed to the basket of neatly folded towels on his bed.

"Ahh! Thank God for Gemma!" She smiled grabbing a towel.

"Hey, how do you know I didn't wash those?"

"Ha! Ha! Not gonna happen." She used his words with a giggle before retreating to the bathroom.

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"Charlie! Hurry the hell up! People who actually live here need to shower too!" Jax pounded on the bathroom door.

"Jesus Jax! Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm done." She said opening the door and sliding past him to put her shoes on.

Jax's jaw hit the floor and he was pretty sure there was a line of drool spilling from it. She rarely wore make up, shit she didn't need it with her porcelain skin and long black lashes but she had certainly went all out. She had a dark smoky eye and candy apple red lips. She was dressed in skin tight jeans and a black corset style crop top that had creamy white skin spilling from both the top and bottom of it and she was pulling on knee high black leather boots.

Jax quickly sobered up when he realized this get up wasn't strictly for his eyes and a lot of people would be seeing her in it.

"The fuck are you wearing?" He ran a hand down his face.

"Umm clothes? The fucks it look like?" She raised a brow.

"Where are the rest of them?"

"Shut up!" She rolled her eyes as she zipped up her boots.

"I'm serious. You're not wearing that!" His tone was starting to rise and it took her by surprise because he didn't yell at her much.

"What the fuck are you talking about? You can't tell me what I can wear!" She stood her ground crossing her arms

"The fuck I can't! I said you're not. Change or go home!" His voice was hot with anger as he clenched his jaw.

"NO!" She shouted in his face.

"IM SERIOUS CHARLIE! YOU LOOK LIKE A GODDAMN CROWEATER!" He regretted those words as soon as they fell from his lips.

Her angry green eyes flickered to hurt and she looked like he had just slapped her. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip taking a deep breathe trying to steady her emotions.

"Fuck you, Jackson." She shoved him out of the way.

"Char—wait!" She slammed the door leaving him standing there.

"FUCK!" He growled throwing her bag across the room. He sat on his bed with his head in his hands furious with himself for what he'd said. The way that she looked at him made him feel about two feet tall. He had never talked to her like that.