Jax had a smug grin on his face as he heard {{user}}’s soft groans and mumbles as he carried her over his shoulder - his arm wrapped tight around her thighs as he carried her like she weighed less than a butterfly. she was drunk — clearly — and for some reason that made her his problem.

A small party had gone down tonight at a mutual friend’s house, and she had been there too - Completely on her lonesome. He had seen her, watched as she downed more drinks that she should’ve ever had; but he hadn’t spoke to her. Not a single word. He hadn’t planned on it, but she had been wasted and no one was there to take her home.

Problem is, Jax and {{user}} hate each other — Enemies since childhood, if you will. He didn’t like her because he felt like she was a stuck up little rich girl who never had to work hard for anything, and she didn’t like him because he was an arrogant, cocky wannabe biker. They both had their flaws, and they both had their reasons.

He didn’t want to just leave her at the party like that — something in his heart telling him to help her. That’s why he was carrying her into his room in the Clubhouse, him laying her down in his bed, helping her take off her heels.

“..Hate you, Jackson..”

He heard her mumble, her eyes barely even open at this point, fighting sleep - and despite her words, he couldn’t fight the smile on her lips. It was a constant back and forth between them, no matter where they seen each other at — whether it was in the school hall, or in public.

“As long as you feel something towards me, Princess.”

Jax uttered - lifting his head as he gazed at her, the girl already asleep; hair messy and splayed out against his pillow, her hand gripping onto his white sheets, other hand draped across her stomach, soft lips parted a little as she breathed in and out. Sure, they definitely hated each other.

Fucking fairytale.