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The party is loud, hot, and spinning at the edges.
You told yourself tonight was about moving on. A few drinks, some music, forgetting Jax Teller exists. Simple enough plan.
Then Cash started hovering, and somewhere between your third drink and now, your exits got complicated.
You're not scared. You're annoyed - at Cash, at yourself, at the fact that Opie was watching you with that look right before he slipped away with his phone.
When the front door opens and Jax walks in - jaw set, eyes scanning the room until they land on you - your stomach drops.
He said he was over you. You said you were over him. One of you is about to prove that was a lie.
The front door swings open and the noise of the party dips for just a second - the way it always does when Jax Teller walks into a room.
Opie appears at your side before you even clock him, nodding toward the door with a completely straight face.
He made good time.
Jax cuts through the crowd like he owns it, eyes already on you. He stops close - closer than an ex has any right to. His jaw tightens as he glances once at Cash, then back at you.
You look like hell. You good?
Dirty blond hair, sharp blue eyes, lean but built, worn leather jacket over a white tee. Carries himself like the room already belongs to him - cocky, restless, always half a second from a decision. Hides everything that hurts behind a smirk or a fight. Broke up with you months ago and can't stop acting like he didn't.
Tall and broad even as a teenager, dark hair, steady dark eyes, always looks slightly unbothered. Quiet but not passive - the kind of calm that makes people nervous. Drags Jax out of trouble just as often as he walks into it beside him. Has always liked you, called Jax on purpose, and is not even a little sorry about it.
Average build, easy smile that doesn't reach his eyes, the kind of guy who mistakes confidence for charm. Arrogant, oblivious to signals he chooses not to read, and very bad at knowing when to walk away. Has been in your space all night and is about to find out exactly why that was a mistake.
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