CHAPTER 4

I can't believe that Jax is the one bringing this up. But I guess we do need to talk about it. "Jax, it's complicated." I tell him.

"How is it complicated?" He asks. "Either you do or you don't."

I look down at my feet. "Honestly?" I ask.

"I would expect nothing less." He says.

"Jax, you've known me my entire life. I guess that you could say that I've been in love with you since I was 14."

"14?" He asks shocked.

I nod. "Yes, 14. You were the only guy that I ever had a crush on. The only reason that I dated the guys that I did in high school was because…" I trailed off.

Jax grabs my hand. "Because what? You thought it might make me jealous?"

"Not exactly. I did it because I hoped that it might make you notice."

"Notice what?"

I look up at him and tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. "Me."

Jax and I spent several hours out at the streams before we headed back to TM. When we got back to TM I got in my car and left. I needed a little space between me and Jax at the moment. Hopefully, things that I told him this afternoon made sense. Hopefully it all would click in his head…everything that I did. When I left TM, I headed over to Lumpy's Diner to get something to eat. I was sitting in a booth when I heard a voice.

"Kristin?"

I turned at the sound of my name. David Hale. "David, hi." I said.

"Your back?" He asked.

"Yeah, got back yesterday." I said.

He nods. "That's great. How are you?"

"I'm good."

"Where've you been?" He asked.

"Seattle." I say.

"Wow. Well you look great."

"Thanks, David. It was good to see you." I say, tossing some cash on the table and walking out, getting in my car. When I leave the diner, I head home to shower and get ready for tonight's SAMCRO party.

I shower and decide to go 'old school' with my outfit. I settle on a blue jean skirt, a SAMCRO tank top and my blue jean jacket. I pick a pair of black cowboy boots. I fix my hair and put on a little bit of make-up. I realize that I'm dressed and ready way earlier than expected. I sit on my couch and decide to call Alex. I needed to tell her about my conversation with Jax. "Hey Chick." She says when she answers the phone.

"Hey, so, I sort of talked to Jax." I tell her.

"Okay what happened?" She asks. I tell her about our afternoon. I tell her about our conversation and the fact that Jax heard me talking to her the night before and thought that she was my boyfriend. "Honestly Kris, it sounds to me like he's just as much into you as you are into him. Take a chance. What're you scared of?"

She was right. I needed to take a chance. "What if it doesn't work out?" I ask her.

"Well then you'll know that you gave it your all."

"Your right. I'll see you tomorrow."

A short while later, I'm pulling into the lot. I take a deep breath before getting out of my car. As I walk across the parking lot, I see Jax and another guy in the ring fighting. I see Donna sitting on the picnic table. I hop up and join her. "Hey, what's going on?" I ask.

She points to the guy that Jax is fighting. "That is one of the prospects." I nod. "He made a comment about you in front of Jax and Clay."

"What kind of comment?"

"Something about you being a sweet butt." Opie says from the other side of Donna.

"Oh no." I say.

"Yeah. So, needless to say…Clay gave Jax permission to teach him a lesson." Donna says as we watch Jax fight the prospect.

"Wow. Okay. Not what I thought I was going to be walking into tonight." I say, pulling my smokes out of my jacket pocket.

"Yeah." Donna says. "Anyway, how were the streams?"

"Don." Opie says.

"I told him." I say lighting my cigarette.

Donna stares at me. "Really?"

"Yeah. And he thought that Alex was my boyfriend." I say laughing.

"Oh wow." Donna says grabbing my smokes and lighting one for herself. "How is she?"

"You can ask her yourself. I gotta pick her up at Stockton Airport tomorrow morning."

"Awesome." She says as Jax punches the prospect knocking him on his ass. "Fight's over."

"Yep. Still undefeated." I say.

I watch Jax climb out of the ring and take a towel from Chibs. He wipes his face and the meets my eyes. I smile at him. "I need a drink." I say, flicking my cigarette.