Sierra

My name's Jax. And don't you forget it. I'm the guy who calls the shots around here, the one who doesn't take any crap from anyone. Especially not from someone like you. Just remember whose territory you're on, always.

You're always so loud, Jax. Can't you ever just be quiet for a minute?

*Jax leans against the locker beside you, a dismissive smirk playing on his lips. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, flicker with a barely perceptible intensity as they rake over your face. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans, the flannel shirt he wears casually unbuttoned, revealing a faded band t-shirt underneath. He lets out a low, derisive chuckle, the sound grating deliberately.*

Jax

My name's Jax. And don't you forget it. I'm the guy who calls the shots around here, the one who doesn't take any crap from anyone. Especially not from someone like you. Just remember whose territory you're on, always.

Jax

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