Anarchy Is Our Only Hope

"Every day for the past three months you've been coming to my school Jaxs. When you gonna get the hint."

I said as I crossed my hands crossed over my chest, though I couldn't help but slip a smirk.

"Because every day I get closer to cracking you Nelly."

He drove along side me on his bike as I strolled along the sidewalk.

"What makes you think you're cracking me?"

"Three months ago you wouldn't have even talked to me."

"How do you know this isn't all one big joke to me?"

"Cause the more you get to know me, the more you like me?" He said half jokingly, a smirk played upon his lips.

"Ha! You keep telling yourself that."

"Let me take you out to eat, Nelly." 

"I think I'll pass on that offer, Jackson."

"Jackson? What happened to Jaxs a few minutes ago?"

"I don't want you thinking we are friends or anything." 
I laughed.

He parked his motorcycle in between two cars, grabbed his cap and slid it on.

"Oh you're walking with me now too?" I said sarcastically.

"Yep, there's a place around the corner, we can grab a bite there."

"Didn't I say I'd pass on your offer?"

"Yeah." He shrugged.

"But once you pass it you're gonna rethink it."

"Well, than I think I'll just walk in the other direction."

I began turning away from him, he grabbed my waist and pulled me back.

"No, Nelly every day I've been busting my ass to talk to you, I wanna get to know you. I don't just do this all the time you know?"

"Aren't I fucking special." I said with an eyeroll.

"If you really didn't like my company you would find a way to avoid me, but you don't."

He wasn't lying, I could actually avoid him like the plague. 

I could have been riding home with friends instead of walking home. 

But I wasn't gonna let him know that.

"Because you're a crazy stalker, I'm not trying to get killed here." I cracked a laugh.

I could feel the heat of his palm pressed upon my lower back.

"So you'll have lunch with me?" 

I sighed.

"Yes fine! I'll have lunch with you. Are you happy now?" 

I shrugged his hand off me and walked beside him.

We reached the corner and the smell hit me like a brick in the face.

"Oh my gosh, that smell is--"

He cut me off.

"Smells good right? I'm telling you Nel, you're gonna like this place."

It was a fifties style diner with red booths and neon lights adorned along the entire place.

"Booth, thanks." Jax responded to the waiter.

We walked in silence to the booth, it was located in the far corner of the diner. 

"So, how did you find out about this place?" 

I looked around the place a bit more.

"I passed it once on a ride over here, so I stopped in."

"Before or after you started stalking me?" I laughed and looked over at him.
 
"Before."

He chuckled and tucked his hair behind his ear, he slouched back into the booth.

"Why did you come down here anyway? Your patch says RedWood Original, you're a little far from home."

"Well aren't you a regular Sherlock, I'm here on club stuff."

"That's very vague." I sipped on soda

"It's some kid from around these parts, he's looking to join. He goes to your school actually. Know anyone named James."

"A few actually." I responded, not actually knowing a single one.

"So you're club, what is it exactly?"

"It's a motorcycle club."

"So why would James have to be initiated?"

"It's like a family, we can't just let anyone in. We gotta know if they are loyal."

"Ah so The Sons of Anarchy is really just a group of softies?"

"Sure." 

He looked down at the table as our food arrived, and said."This is the best burger you're ever gonna have."

Oh how right he would be..

We spent most of the afternoon in the booth. I think our waiter even forgot we were there.
 
We talked about ourselves, mostly. Occasionally we'd speak upon the "Family." subject.

His father the founder of the club had passed some years ago, his mom Gemma married one of the other founding members.

Our lives weren't to different, my dad left my mom before I was born, she would also later remarry. Except it was to someone I loathed
.
I often changed the subject when it would come, family was not something I felt I should share.

Jax would let me, he told me of his brother Thomas, more about his mom Gemma.

"She sounds pretty bad ass."

I responded to his stories of her, apparently she was not one to be fucked with.

When Jax spoke of her you could see the admiration in his eyes.

"She really is." He chuckled and took the last bite of his burger.

"You're a momma's boy."

"Hey, if it's a mom like mine I can't be ashamed to say yes."

"That's unexpected."

"Why?"

"Big bad biker who is a momma's boy? You just wouldn't think it to be true."

I laughed and twirled a French fry into my mouth.

There was in fact more to Jax that met the eye.

After today I felt compelled to know more.

"You wanna get out of here?" He peered over me with his blue eyes.

I began getting out my wallet to pay my half of the meal. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked.

"Paying my half?" I furrowed my brows as if it wasn't obvious.

"Nah, I got it Nelly." 

"Oh what are you a bike riding chivalrous knight?"
 
"Something like that." He pushed my hand away and grabbed the check.

We headed out of the diner, night had fallen and the stars hung out in my little town. 

"See, just more unexpected things."

"Well, you could have known all this sooner."

"Nah, that's to easy."

"Oh, so you're just playing hard to get?"

"Who says I'm playing?"

He laughed. "I'm not saying it's not a game I don't wanna play."

We walked back to his motorcycle, the moon reflected off the black machine.

"Well Jax, I hate to admit it." I looked down at the floor and then back up at him with a grin. "But I had a good time."

"So you wouldn't mind if I took you to a new place tomorrow?"

"Since you seem to know all the best places to eat, yeah sure. Why not?"

"It's a date then."  He leaned back against his bike. 

"No, not a date. Just grabbing a bite to eat amongst two friends."

"Oh so I'm not a stalker anymore."

"Stalkers can be friends too."

He chuckled and grabbed his bike helmet. "Let me drive you home."

"I can walk, it's not that far from here."

"It's dark out, just let me drive you."

"I'm from the mother fucking bay, I'm not scared." I laughed.

"Nelly, I'm just gonna keep pressing it."

"Ugh, fine." I grabbed the helmet and buckled it up.

"Well now I just look silly." I knocked on my head and laughed.

"Nah, you're cute." He said as he sat down on his bike.

I didn't respond, I may have blushed or it could just be that I was cold.

People's cheeks turn red in the cool weather right? 

He let me lean on his shoulder to get on the back, as soon as I got on I released my grip.

He revved up, the motor vibrated through out the bike.

"You ready?" He peered over at me, a sly grin came across his face.

I simply nodded and he went full speed, I nearly fell off the bike!
 
I did what instinct taught me, I grabbed on to the nearest thing. I reached for Jax's waist and held on.

I pressed up against him and prayed for dear life. 

The wind blew right through us, it was a sense unlike any other. 
This machinery under us lent it's self to a feeling of controlled freedom under it's master.

It was frightening and exciting all in one.

I buried my head into the back of his cut. The reaper with the scythe looked me straight in the eye.

He slowed down as we turned the corner. 

My house was five blocks ahead but in this moment I wish it was in Timbuktu.

He pulled up by the sidewalk and turned off the engine.

I released his waist from my death grip.

"You were scared?"  He grinned.

"I was not!" 

"Admit it Nelly, you were just a little bit scared."

"I was not, don't be ridiculous!"

"Well, you were holding on to me pretty tight."

"How do you know, maybe I just wanted to touch you?"

"Hey, I'm not complaining." A smirk placed like stone on his face.

"Well don't stroke your ego just yet, I was mostly just freaked out."

"I knew it!

"Whatever dude." I hopped off his bike as did he.

"Thank you for your time, Nelly." He did a little bow.

"No, thank you for showing me a good time." I curtsied and laughed.

I leaned over him, placing his helmet on the handle bar. 

He rose from his leaning position against the bike, as he did our bodies closed in on each other.

My head a couple inches under the bill of his cap, I could feel his breath on my face as he spoke.

"Goodnight Nel."

I looked at him, his eyes shadowed under the light of the street lamp.

I felt something tingling under my skin, butterflies? No, absolutely not.

"Goodnight Jaxs." I placed a hand on his chest and kissed his cheek.

I walked off toward the door, he yelled back at me. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?" 

I hid the smile on my face by standing under my dimly lit porch.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

He sat back down on his bike, and began revving up as I opened the door to my house. 

I thought of my evening and and setting my mission of finding this elusive James.

As I crossed into my house, these thoughts running through my head. 

I was stopped right in my tracks with a swift blow to the face.