the day is gone

          she’s just going to stare at him with such disbelief on her face. ‘ there’s a whole other pizza. take that bitten slice away from me. ’

             ‘ or what ? huh ?? ’

    a grin plays at his lips as he leans a little      closer to her, arching his eyebrows in a     teasing manner. she got so annoyed so     easily and he enjoyed seeing her face     as red as it was in that moment.

          ‘ suck my ass, teller. don’t touch my shit. ’

                    ‘ fine. ’

    he drops the slide of pizza on her plate, still chewing.

          ‘ the only one being a bitch here is you, jackson. ’

          ‘ – do you really have to keep           grabbing my slices? ’

       her grin broadens into something equal parts warm and mischievous,        almost challenging in her chafing sarcasm ; she may be on the outskirts        of his life, and more or less content to stay that way, but she’s not stupid,        either. ( between the motorbike and the slightly rough-edged look he has        to him – plus how he spoke to her when they first met – she’s relatively        assured in her conviction that there’s something at least a little questionable        going on behind the veil ; it’s enough to make her a little uncomfortable,        wondering if keeping her nose in her own business and not breathing a        word of her suspicions makes her an accomplice of some sort, but she        doesn’t quite want to cry wolf without solid backup and be proved wrong,        either. )

       task concluded in finality, she turns back to face jax in full, then ;        weight leaned back against the counter on her elbows, brow cocked        – there’s an if you’re trying to charm me, don’t compare me to other        girls hovering on the tip of her tongue, but she bites it back. ( for now. )

                              ‘ i am an absolute fucking delight,                               as a matter of fact, thank you for                               noticing. ’

                           ‘ i am a saint, thank you. saintly as they come. might                            not believe it but it’s very true. i’m practically a nun. ’

        comparing her to other girls most likely wasn’t the smartest move, as she         already seemed to hate his guts a little. stocking the shelves would most         likely be because of her needs and not his own, but a boy could dream.         playing house with her wasn’t the worst thing that happened in that house.         a bite to his lower lip as she looks at him fully and speaks, making his         heart sink into his chest like no other time before. her full attention was         something he asked for often, though it made him nervous every time.         it was something about the way she looked at him, the way her eyes         moved, that led him to believe she was a different person entirely. she         didn’t deserve this life that he was leading her towards, though she only         lived with him. they were not romantically involved and she had yet to          meet the rest of his so-called family. she was out of the danger zone,         though something would surely slip through the cracks soon. 

        a hand ran through his hair as he rested against the counter in front of         her, eyes looking over her form as she cleaned up nicely. just before she         had jumped into the shower, he saw her hair and how wild it had looked         then. perhaps he was just used to seeing her this way - pretty & small -         and not like a woman that had just woken up. yet here she was, looking         pretty as ever, and he wouldn’t put it past her that she did it on purpose.         to confuse him and make him want her even more. objectifying women         happened to be a hobby of jackson’s, but she was helping him with that.

          ❛ yeah, i can kinda tell that soda wouldn’t be it.              let me guess … whiskey would be it? ❜ 

     she quirks a brow in his direction, more than confident that it’s what the male      prized of all the beverages.     most she’d come by would say the same, so it      just a well-educated g u e s s.  he could correct if she’s wrong — which she’s      not.   so.   she grabs the liter of coke from the fridge,  filling both of the cups      with a generous amount of the dark liquid.      she’d hand him his once she’s      done. 

          ❛ vodka is mine.  can’t help but let the russian side            of me take over on that.❜

                   ‘ good guess. ’

  he’ll take the drink with little to no thanks, offering her a   small smile for her courteous efforts. it meant a lot to    him for her to allow a stranger to get to know her. maybe   that was what most people did, but no many college girls.   they had their friends picked out freshmen year - or they   had set their soul to a beloved sorority that would never   let them go. no matter what, jackson planned on getting   to know her as much as he could - even if she ended up   being the worst mistake of his life. at least he had tried.

                               god fucking damn it.

Honesly, she didn’t know why she was here, in this town, at the moment. More importantly, she didn’t where she was at the moment, completely and utterly lost and it was her fault. Shit at directions, she shouldn’t have been traveling without a map, or two. Almost in tears, a panic attack in the brink of exposure, she paused and sighed. Luckily, someone was nice enough to try and help her out. "Oh, gods. Thank you. Yes, I’m completely new. I’d love a tour, thank you so much."

      people normally didn't accept offers such as this. considering this town       was rather small, many freaks could come here and go on a murder       spree. jackson wasn't a psycho, but he was a killer - and she would do       well to understand that - if she knew what the patch on his back meant.

                              ❝ —— you’re a fucking child. ❞

                       ” — is it that MUCH of an effort to put                                          a fucking shirt on? “