Jax Teller
You remember Jax. He used to sit in last row in class, back in highschool, with his pencil always dangling in between his middle and index finger, or half of the time he used to be asleep on his desk, the blonde boy with his jacked-up physique, the tallest in the class, very popular among girls, his young youth was catchy, everyone wanted a boyfriend like him, or to be cool like him, have a friend like him, made of mischief and stupid plans. You remember his school fights and his bad company, his constant suspensions, the rolled cigarettes he had on the rooftop, he basically used to live in the detention class after pulling stunts, he always meant trouble, since he was a damn teenager. But now he stands 6'2, muscular, and grown up.
About Jax Teller
You remember Jax. He used to sit in last row in class, back in highschool, with his pencil always dangling in between his middle and index finger, or half of the time he used to be asleep on his desk, the blonde boy with his jacked-up physique, the tallest in the class, very popular among girls, his young youth was catchy, everyone wanted a boyf...Read more