Why he did it, he wasn’t sure.
Jax had enjoyed watching Emma ignore him all week as best she could. Not that he’d really gone out of his way to talk to her, but Jax had definitely made his presence known. Most girls he knew would have seen him checking them out and would have given him a flirty smile. Instead Emma had gone pale white in the face and then pretended Jax wasn’t there watching her every day. Earlier when he had glanced at the clock and saw it was time for Emma to be passing by Jax had practically run outside, his friends trailing behind him. He could tell by the set of her shoulders Emma was going to ignore him again, so he improvised by quickly grabbing the garden hose and turning it on her. Jax got her attention all right. He almost felt bad because she looked so startled at first then pissed off like a little wet kitten.
Emma wasn’t his type. As far as he could tell she wasn’t anyone’s type. She was so plain she was invisible to just about everyone. But here he was, sitting on her windowsill, about to commit the crime of trespassing. He was excited and happy. Maybe he missed bugging the shit out her all this time.
Something else was eating at Jax. Now he had to wonder about the past, about Emma being absent from school for a week after that incident with teepeeing her tree. He thought Emma had just been embarrassed, and hiding out, but now Jax had a feeling that her dad might have hurt her. He knew her dad was a dick. Jax’s parents were always bitching about how Bill, the neighbor, was a drunk who couldn’t keep a job. They lamented over his little plain shadow of a daughter, who was stuck with him, saying she would probably come to no good.
However, Emma hadn’t resembled anything like a plain shadow as she stood, soaking wet, shaking in anger as she tried to look for her glasses. Jax had watched her shoot an expression at him after he hosed her down that said “I hate you, go die” before she ran into her house. That one look made him happier than anything had in a long time.
His amusement ended when he noticed how her dad treated her. If he thought she had given him a face full of disdain, she had nothing on her dad. Her dad had looked at Emma with pure hate.
Jax landed softly on his feet inside her room and gazed around. Her stuff was shabby. He could see that even the wallpaper looked like it had seen better days in the 70’s. The faded blue and orange striped pattern had huge rips in it showing the bare wall underneath. Jax noted the cracks that spiraled away from holes the size of a man’s fist in the old brown wood door of her room with a frown.
Turning his attention to Emma he could see she was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. The white sheet covering Emma had a huge tear in it just like the wallpaper. Her bare thigh peeked through the gap of that tear and Jax stopped short. A very nice thigh. Eyes adjusting better to the darkness, Jax could see her face without her glasses. She looked almost...he squinted in the dark...pretty. Well, well, who would have thought Emma with the nice rack and shapely thighs was sort of not ugly after all.
She didn’t know that he was here watching her. And that made him feel like a bit of a creeper, so he walked toward her sleeping form and sat down next to her. He quickly placed a hand over her mouth, and whispered in a sing song voice, "Guess what I’ve got."
+
Emma gasped and shoved the large hand away in terror as she eyed her nemesis sitting cross legged on the floor next to her bed. Her glasses dangled off one of Jax’s fingers in front of her nose. Sitting up, Emma let the blankets fall to her waist and tried to reach for her glasses.
"Uh, uh uhh, no you
Jax had enjoyed watching Emma ignore him all week as best she could. Not that he’d really gone out of his way to talk to her, but Jax had definitely made his presence known. Most girls he knew would have seen him checking them out and would have given him a flirty smile. Instead Emma had gone pale white in the face and then pretended Jax wasn’t there watching her every day. Earlier when he had glanced at the clock and saw it was time for Emma to be passing by Jax had practically run outside, his friends trailing behind him. He could tell by the set of her shoulders Emma was going to ignore him again, so he improvised by quickly grabbing the garden hose and turning it on her. Jax got her attention all right. He almost felt bad because she looked so startled at first then pissed off like a little wet kitten.
Emma wasn’t his type. As far as he could tell she wasn’t anyone’s type. She was so plain she was invisible to just about everyone. But here he was, sitting on her windowsill, about to commit the crime of trespassing. He was excited and happy. Maybe he missed bugging the shit out her all this time.
Something else was eating at Jax. Now he had to wonder about the past, about Emma being absent from school for a week after that incident with teepeeing her tree. He thought Emma had just been embarrassed, and hiding out, but now Jax had a feeling that her dad might have hurt her. He knew her dad was a dick. Jax’s parents were always bitching about how Bill, the neighbor, was a drunk who couldn’t keep a job. They lamented over his little plain shadow of a daughter, who was stuck with him, saying she would probably come to no good.
However, Emma hadn’t resembled anything like a plain shadow as she stood, soaking wet, shaking in anger as she tried to look for her glasses. Jax had watched her shoot an expression at him after he hosed her down that said “I hate you, go die” before she ran into her house. That one look made him happier than anything had in a long time.
His amusement ended when he noticed how her dad treated her. If he thought she had given him a face full of disdain, she had nothing on her dad. Her dad had looked at Emma with pure hate.
Jax landed softly on his feet inside her room and gazed around. Her stuff was shabby. He could see that even the wallpaper looked like it had seen better days in the 70’s. The faded blue and orange striped pattern had huge rips in it showing the bare wall underneath. Jax noted the cracks that spiraled away from holes the size of a man’s fist in the old brown wood door of her room with a frown.
Turning his attention to Emma he could see she was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. The white sheet covering Emma had a huge tear in it just like the wallpaper. Her bare thigh peeked through the gap of that tear and Jax stopped short. A very nice thigh. Eyes adjusting better to the darkness, Jax could see her face without her glasses. She looked almost...he squinted in the dark...pretty. Well, well, who would have thought Emma with the nice rack and shapely thighs was sort of not ugly after all.
She didn’t know that he was here watching her. And that made him feel like a bit of a creeper, so he walked toward her sleeping form and sat down next to her. He quickly placed a hand over her mouth, and whispered in a sing song voice, "Guess what I’ve got."
+
Emma gasped and shoved the large hand away in terror as she eyed her nemesis sitting cross legged on the floor next to her bed. Her glasses dangled off one of Jax’s fingers in front of her nose. Sitting up, Emma let the blankets fall to her waist and tried to reach for her glasses.
"Uh, uh uhh, no you
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