Lauren sat on the edge of the pool table, eyeing Chibs closely. He had been spending a lot more time with her younger sister and she didn't like it. If it wasn't obvious by the way she had been acting, she was a bit jealous. Chibs was supposed to be hers, but that was a bit difficult, seeing as she was married. She wanted something that she couldn't have, but she didn't see it that way; she was only protecting what was rightfully hers in the first place. He was supposed to be madly in love with her, she could use that to her advantage any time she pleased.
As Chibs sat at the bar, she watched one of the brunette croweaters walk up behind him. It was harmless at first, but Lauren's rage began to boil once the brunette threw himself at him. The room was filled with the fellow members of the Sons, so she had to keep it quiet; but she didn't know if she could do that much longer. Watching the act disgusted her. Once the pair rose from their spot at the bar, Lauren jumped off the pool table. Heads turned in her direction, watching her every move, but she didn't care; this couldn't go on any longer.
"Listen, skank, get your fucking loose ass out of here before I beat it." She said, walking over to the pair. Her voice was serious, which rather surprised everyone; she never spoke to the croweaters in the matter. Lauren never had a problem with them before – until now, that is. A smirked appeared over her lips as she watched the croweater exit from the clubhouse; she was pissed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Chibs asked, looking down at the blonde in front of him. This was a whole new side of Lauren that nobody had ever seen before, it was quite scary.
Lauren sat silent as her eyes widen; she just realized what she had done. Everyone in the room saw her shoo away someone from Chibs out of her jealously. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She mumbled, shaking her head. Turning around to look over at Jax, she instantly regretted it; he looked furious. He knew why she did what she did. "Forget it." Lauren said, running a hand through her hair. She quickly ran into one of the back bedrooms, trying to shut the door before Jax could get in, but it was too late. His strength was no match for her.
"Do you want to tell me what the hell that was about?" Jax asked, crossing his arms. His wife, his own wife, was jealous over someone that tried to kill her. Someone that was her past; she said that she didn't have anymore feelings for him. "I.. I don't know." She whispered, shaking her head. She didn't know what overcame her, she just knew that she couldn't let anyone else touch him. He was hers and only hers. "You fucking lied to me, Lauren!" He yelled, shaking his head. He trusted her, he believed that whatever she felt for Chibs was gone; it obviously wasn't.
"I didn't lie to you." She said, looking up at her husband. He had to know that it was a lie when she said that she was over him; she was. The feelings only returned when he came back. "Whatever. You're probably lying right now." Jax said, shrugging his shoulders. It's what she did best; she hid secrets and let them come out at the worst possible time ever. He was done, though. "Pick. Him or me." He said, opening the door. "Better pick the right decision, because hunny, your life is going to be hell if you don't." Jax said, smirking wickedly as he stepped back out of the room.
Lauren was left, sitting in a pile of confusion. What the hell did he mean by that? She knew who she was going to pick, but she also knew that Jax wasn't going to talk to her until he was ready. She caused too much trouble. Way too much trouble. "It should have never been like this." She whispered, walking over to the mirror in the corner of the room. As she looked at her reflection, she frowned. This wasn't who she was supposed to be. She wasn't supposed to be confused about who she wanted; she was supposed to know. As she sat back down on the mattress, she ran a hand through her hair. Things were so much simpler when she was in a coma; she didn't have to worry about any of this bullshit. Sadly, she was stuck there. With the drama and all.
