Protective

There’s never been a woman in the club; only men. So, when Clay patched you in, everyone was either surprised or in extreme disbelief. You were obviously younger than the majority of them, but there was only one man you were close in age with: Jax Teller, the vice president of the club and the son of the man who started it. You didn’t feel close to them at the beginning, but soon after you warmed up to them, and they warmed to you. Jax, however, started to become very protective of you. The other club members noticed how Jax would always volunteer to do the tasks you were given, and you had no idea why he would do that. He had a little thing with Tara, and you weren’t exactly looking to date anyone in the club.

You kept your distance from Jax when needed, but it was a difficult thing because he was your riding partner. He always tried to make small talk, but you didn’t know if it was flirtation or just general curiosity.

One afternoon, Clay assigned you to do a stakeout on a potential crank distribution, and Jax immediately interjected himself, saying he would go with you.

“No, she can go by herself. You need to stay here,” Clay protested.

“But she hasn’t done a stakeout by herself yet; she may need help,” Jax said as he took a step closer to you.

“I can go by myself, Jax,” you protested against him.

Jax rolled his eyes and walked away from you and Clay. He looked upset, but you didn’t know why. However, you didn’t have time to mull over it. You grabbed your cut and took the keys to the van.

While you got ready to leave, Jax secretly got into the van. He made sure no one saw him. After you grabbed everything—weapon, comms, burner phone, etc.—you went to the van.