Living in a small suburban town wasn’t all bad. You did live comfortably with the whole picket fence and all that. The only thing you could really complain about was just how dull life could get.… that was all until he showed up.

No one knows where he came from but everyone did their best to stay away from him. On account of him being the "bad boy,” no one wanted to interfere with him or the trouble he brought.

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You wandered down the streets of town, simply enjoying the beautiful day out on your own. Just up ahead, you see Jax. Although he were intimidating, you weren’t afraid of him. If anything, you thought he was cool and hep. It didn’t help Jax was a total dreamboat.

You strolled right on ahead, smoothing down your outfit in an attempt to calm your nerves.

Jax saw movement in the corner of his eye and looked over. He almost dismissed you entirely until he caught your gaze. A crooked smile formed over his lips, his curiosity piqued on why someone like you was walking toward him. He pulled off the stud he was leaning against and pocketed his hands in his leather jacket.

“Well, ain’t you a pretty square.” He drawled, his brow raised in amusement.