“Listen Jae, Jax can’t find out what just happened.” He sighed and she scoffed because that was an understatement. It wasn't just Jax who couldn't find out, it was everybody. She couldn't think of a single person who would be okay with what had just happened. “We're both fucked up.” He said and she nodded with a sigh, choosing to go the easy route and tell herself the kiss had only happened and had only felt so good, because of the drugs. Even if she knew it wasn't true, the alternative was just too insane to think about.
“Come on.” He said, gesturing towards his bike, and she nodded and went over, swinging herself back onto the back and wrapping her arms around him, able to feel and intoxicating hear between them she'd never felt before that drove her crazy and almost made her want to ask him to stop so she could get off and throw up or something. It wasn't that she didn't like the feeling, it's just that it was so wrong, she wasn't sure what to do about it and all she knew was that she wanted more.
They made their way back into town and finally, Eli pulled up in front of her father's bar and cut the engine. Jade got off quickly and was about to slip into the bar to avoid saying anything when he spoke first. “I’m sorry about that, back there.” He and she rolled her eyes because she'd been the one to kiss him, and when he'd kissed her the second time, she hadn't exactly stopped him. He'd been the one to pull away.
“I don’t know what the fucks wrong with me, I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He said, shaking his head and she sighed and lit a cigarette, choosing not to tell him that he hadn't hurt her. In fact, she'd liked it. A lot more than she should have. “Eric’s inside, he’ll be happy to see you.” He smiled, making her scoff again, blowing out a breath of smoke and letting him slip past her inside without bothering to say the things she'd been thinking. Because she couldn't go there. She couldn't tell him she'd liked it and she definitely couldn't tell him she wanted more. It was fucked up and she just needed to forget it had ever happened.
Jade stayed outside for a minute, leaning against the wall, smoking her cigarette, agitated with herself for fucking up so badly. "Hey pipsqueak." One of the guys said as he passed her to head into the bars and she just rolled her eyes and flicked him off before slipping in after him.
Eric was at the bar and he spotted her instantly. Her eyes landed on Eli though, catching him looking at her and she sighed and looked away, blowing her smoke out to the side as Eric came over to her with two beers in hand. He swung an arm around her neck and pulled her in for a kiss and she smirked and kissed him back, hating that it was impossible not to compare the kiss to Eli's. "I missed you princess." He breathed with a smirk and pushed one of the beers into her hands.
"Yeah well, I'm not your princess." She spat and smirked, taking a drink before another drag off her cigarette, blowing the smoke in his face. He just rolled his eyes and took her wrist, pulling her away from the crowded bar, back towards the corner of the place, taking a seat at one of the tables before pulling her into his lap and she smirked as she straddled him and took another drink from her beer, holding his eyes. "You mad at me Eric?" She asked with a smirk and she watched as his eyes darkened a little and his arm around her waist tightened some.
"Yeah." He admitted. "You scared me shitless you know, but you're alive, so I guess I'll get over it."
Jade just rolled her eyes at that and tilted her head a little as he moved her hair started to kiss her neck. "Not when you're drunk, you won't." She breathed while he kissed her, eyes landing on Eli across the room, unable to keep herself from watching him, even with Eric's lips on her skin, all she could think about were Eli's lips.
While Ben knew leaving was the best thing for both of them, part of him had been hoping that maybe she'd stop him, but she hadn't. She'd let him walk away, so he had to keep going. He couldn't turn back around and beg her more, he had to give her what she wanted. Even if it wasn't what he wanted. He had to admit, after three years of selfishness it was hard. But he had to do it for her because he loved her. She'd always been the only person in the world who could make him set aside his own selfish needs.
Benji got on his bike, knowing if he waited too much longer, her brothers and the rest of the gang would show up and he'd be a dead man, so he just slipped on his sunglasses and took off, heading home. He took the long way on purpose, riding right up along the coast, enjoying the sun and the ocean air. He had to say, staying and being the leader of the Bloods was an exhausting thought sometimes, but, if he was going to be trapped somewhere the rest of his life, he was glad it was within walking distance of the ocean.
Eventually, he got home. There was music blasting on the speakers, filling the house, and he knew instantly by the stupid pop beat of it, that it was Sarah's music, making him roll his eyes. The house was huge and elaborate, and as he slipped around the corner, he found Sarah in the living room on the couch with a couple of guys.
One of them was passed out cold, the other was awake, kissing her neck. She had on nothing but a floral silk robe and was more focused on the job of painting her toenails ruby red then she was interested in the man with his lips and hands all over her. In fact, it looked like she didn't even realize he was there. There were needles all over the place and coke dusting almost every inch of the coffee table, making it extremely obvious how she'd spent her weekend and he rolled his eyes, not at all surprised. It was how she spent every day of her life.
Ben just scoffed and walked past her, towards the kitchen. "Somebody's in trouble." She chimed as he started to slip by and he stopped and looked at her, she hadn't even bothered to look up from her nails as she pointed a finger towards the ceiling. "Daddy's not too pleased with his oldest's most recent exploits. Gotta say, I've never seen him turn so red." She grinned wickedly as she examined her nails and continued painting and he rolled his eyes.
"Oh really? And who should I assume told him?" He asked, raising a brow. His sister just lifted her eyes to his, bringing her finger to her lips in a shhh kind of signal, like they were sharing a secret, before turning her eyes back on her nails and he knew without a doubt she'd been the one to see him slipping out of the house that night and she'd gone straight to their father, knowing it'd put him on his shit list and her her in his good graces. Not to mention the fact that she'd never even liked Harley in the first place.
The only one of his siblings that liked her was Roxie. One of the twins and he'd always suspected Parker secretly liked her but the twins were weird, they were so used to people getting them mixed up and so determined to be individuals that, one one liked, the other hated just because the other liked it. Which was why Roxie had turned out to be a pink, flowery bundle of lace with a shit-ass attitude while Parker dressed like a gothic punk rocker and was probably one of the sweetest girls you'd ever meet. They literally lived to confuse people.
"You're a trashy whore, you know that Sarah?" He hissed as he lit a cigarette. They used to get along, but that was before she'd become a drug addict. The only semi-normal one in their family was Kellie, but that was only because she was scary smart and refused to let herself be touched by the gang life in any way. She even had plans to go on to a college he couldn't even think about without feeling hopelessly undereducated.
"Oh bite me Benny." She spat and he rolled his eyes and slipped into the kitchen, hoping to grab himself a beer and avoid his father for the rest of the day, maybe head upstairs and talk to the twins a little. They were always interesting to talk to, seeing as they looked exactly identical with the same razor cut bangs, stick straight black hair, and ridiculously blue eyes, but acted and dressed like complete contradictions, not only of each other, but their personalities. He liked talking to Kellie too, but she was so smart, sometimes he'd get lost in the conversation and have to find an excuse to leave, but if the twins weren't home, that's where he was headed. Anything to avoid running into his father.