Page 30 of Puck It!

"Lisa, I don’t think that’s fair. Ther-." Mom cuts Paul off as she holds her hard stare on me, "What’s going on between you and Jax?"

I look over to Paul, then back to my mother.

"Don’t you think all parties involved should be involved in this conversation too?" My gaze snaps up, seeing Jax leaning against the wall as his jaw ticks. Knowing he’s pissed, and he probably just heard what my mother said.

"Why do you judge her so much?" Jax asks as he pushes his shoulder off the wall, and makes his way to the couch beside me and sits down, holding his blackened stare on my mother.

"I don’t judge her."

"Then what the fuck do you call what you are doing right now?" Jax snaps, and now I know it’s about to get intense and why I didn’t want this.

"Easy Jax." Paul warns.

"No, fuck this." Jax growls.

I stand up, one thing I hate is this, I won’t have people fight because of me, and I surely won’t sit here and listen to the judgement, "Okay, this conversation is over."

"No, it’s not" Jax grabs my wrist and yanks me back down on the couch.

"Let’s get one thing straight. I, am the one that started this between Macie and me. She said no because of you, she cares that much about your happiness, she wouldn’t let it happen. But it fucking happened anyways, and as soon as I’m signed, I’m taking her the fuck away from you so she can be fucking happy; And before you go calling her a whore basically. Watch it, really fucking watch it." I swallow hard with the threatening stare Jax is holding on my mother with his warning, like a possessive lion over his meal, but my mom leans back in her seat, holding that stare.

I didn’t tell my mom I was leaving, so here we go…

"You want to leave?" My mother asks, shifting her hard stare on me and I nod, "Yeah, I want to get away from here, there is nothing here for me."

"To do what?" She asks sarcastically.

"Dance."

She shakes her head, letting that annoyed huff slip, dropping her gaze.

"You know, if you weren’t such a bitch about me taking a break from skating after dad died, I would be skating, and I would be doing things you only dreamt of doing." I curl my lip to a sinful smile, knowing that burns her up. I had a future in skating, I was going places, and I threw every bit of it away because of her and how she treated me when dad died.

"I’m trying to understand what possessed you to get into dancing the way you do."

"The fucking devil. The one that swallowed me whole after dad, because you left me to mourn his death alone." I snap, then look to Jax, "I’m done, I’m not sitting here anymore."

I stand and Jax reaches for me, and I yank my arm away from him. I don’t want touch, I want out of here. He has no idea the bull shit I’ve dealt with, we are just getting started.

I look back to my mother, "You can either accept me as your daughter, or you can go fuck yourself, and stay the fuck out of my life. I’m not changing for you, or anyone else."

I walk out towards the hallway, before I stop and turn again, "And fuck your family vacation." I snatch my keys from the hook I hung them on last night, before I bolt down the hall, not giving Jax a chance to catch me, I need to be alone.

I’m in my car in a second, clutch in, quick start, shift to first, and I pull away seeing Jax run out the garage door in my rearview mirror as the waterworks of tears come, over the judgement. I knew it was a bad idea to have her there. But what she doesn’t know, is what I do can be done without the sexual tension building.

She doesn’t see the beauty in life like I do.

Of course, I drive to my spot, before I get out of my car and sit on the cliff’s ledge, looking out over the lake.

Jax

I’m getting ready to fucking lose it; I see it now, the judgement from Lisa, and it’s fucking bull shit. It has nothing to do with the fact there is something between Macie and I. This is about her dancing.

Watching Macie drive out of here, pretty quick too, but I know where she’s going; I’m going to settle this shit, right fucking now.

I walk back inside and make my way to the kitchen where my father and Lisa now are. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Jax! Enough now." My father shoots me his warning stare.

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