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Chapter Three

After he dropped me off at the front gate to the school the rain had finally stopped falling.

When I was off the bike, I straightened my clothes. "Thank you, umm?" I should have probably asked his name before I got on the back of his bike, huh?

He chuckled, "Jax, darlin' and ya welcome." Of course, he had to have a cool name like Jax.

I in turn told him mine the short version obviously, that being, AJ. Which earned me another one of his dimpled smile, god he was beautiful, tall and built. Jeesh.

I give him his helmet but he insists that I keep the jacket, until we see eachother again. I protest but he keeps insisting that I keep it.

So I do, plus its warm and smells like him, I can't help but sniff the collar on his jacket. Making him grin. We say our goodbyes and he leaves.

At school that day, its weird its like everytime I walk into a room everyone moves out of my way, like they're scared of me or something. I have no idea why.

That is until I walk into class, Vana stops me by tugging on the back of my jacket and asks, "Why are you wearing a Chosen's, jacket?" Confused and still not speaking to her, I walk to my seat and try to get through the rest of the day.

When school's out I take off the jacket and finally get a good look at it.

On the back there's a big skull symbol with the Reaper's Scythe and in bold letters the Chosen MC is written, its gets better though on the front slightly under the jacket collar, there's "Prez" written.

I've read a lot of biker books so I know what that means. Fucking hell.

He's the clubs president, I guess he's a lot older than he looks. No wonder everyone was scared, they think I'm his property! I'm so stupid.

I'm so angry at myself and at Jax! After school I just want my bed but its me and I haven't been very lucky these past months, so instead I get Jax.

Waiting in the parking lot. I walk his way and take out his jacket from my bag, shoving it at him. Then I just walk away but he starts his bike and follows me.

Demanding me to get the fuck on, like he owns me or something. I laugh and keep walking, he jumps of his bike and picks me up. Literally.

Lifting me of the ground, he sets me on the seat and gets on in one swift movement, pulling my hands around to hug his waist.

Is he crazy? "Are you crazy?" I blunt out. He chuckles and pulls my hands tighter around him. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?..