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I snort, "Shouldn’t have pissed me off."

"Macie, I didn’t mean to hurt you, it all happened at once, but now I know; You should have told me."

"No, I shouldn’t have."

"Why?"

"Because you would have fucked your chances of playing. All of you could have gotten in trouble."

"I can still get in trouble Macie, but do you think that matters to me. Angel, I knew about that bet, but I didn’t know it was you."

"I know."

We get to his old room, and he sits me on the bed before he kneels in front of me.

"Jax, I’ve been here, I’ve buried this and moved on from it. I don’t need to keep living it." My eyes sting with tears as he searches my eyes.

"And I don’t want you to."

"Then let it go, and don’t ruin what we have started." I beg, I want to move on from this.

I wave my hand with my words, "Let Corey do what he wants, I don’t fucking care."

Jax laughs, "Angel, after what you just told me, Corey is not doing fucking shit."

"Jax, please."

"Sorry Angel, not negotiable."

I shake my head before I stand and start pulling at my clothes.

"Let me help you." Jax states as he tries to help me get undressed.

"I don’t want your help Jax. I want to go home." I snap.

"Yeah, I know."

I pull my clothes off before I crawl into the bed, pulling the blankets over my head; I’m fucking done.

I feel the dip in the bed as Jax lays beside me and I don’t move, I close my eyes and ignore the world.

Fuck this.

NEXT MORNING

I startle awake hearing the sound of my brother’s bike start up; His bike is loud and distinct sounding, I know what it sounds like. I look over and see that Jax is gone.

"Damnit!" I jump out of bed, throwing some clothes on before I snatch my keys from the nightstand, I run out the door and get into the garage.

It’s early morning, the guys should be at practice, my brother’s car is gone.

I jump in the car, and I head to the rink to try and get Jax to see, if he does something stupid, he is throwing his career away, and I can’t let him do that. That’s why I avoided telling them in the first place. I knew they would go after Corey.

I know a short cut to the rink, that I know Jax will not take on a bike, so I take it. Shifting gears aggressively, most definitely speeding, knowing he is too.

My head shakes with my sighs, I hate this. I didn’t want this to happen.

I see Jax coming down the road towards me, almost to the rink, and I press the clutch in and whip my car sideways as I pull the brake, stopping my car sideways; Blocking his path.

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