Chapter 8: Can you take me to class please?

Amelia's POV

After Kayla stepped away, Jaxon turned his attention back to me. "What's the deal between you two?", he asked. I shrugged, "She hates me. I hate her", I answered. "I don't see you hating anyone", he frowned. "And, I don't see you as a mechanic", I countered. "Shh, keep your voice down. I don't need anyone to know that", he smirked, making me chuckle. 

The look of fascination that Jaxon gives me each time I laugh or chuckle makes my stomach churn with butterflies. Not in a bad way at all. Makes me feel noticed. 

"Two coffees", Kayla announced, setting our coffees on the table. As she set mine down, she brushed her hand against it, tipping it over, causing it to spill all over my lap. "Ah, what the fuck?", I shouted, jumping up from the booth. "It was an accident, Amelia, chill out", she snorted, trying to hold in her laugh. 

"I'm sure it was", I snapped, holding the hot pants off my legs until it cooled down. "You know, everyone wishes you would've died last night. Maybe, he will even come back to finish the job", she sneered lowly. 

"Hey, what the fuck?", Jaxon stepped in. It was too late, though. My psycho switch has already been flipped and I was seeing red. I tackled Kayla to the ground, taking a table out with us. I started wailing on her. Hit after hit. My adrenaline was pumping hard. I wanted blood.

A muscular arm scooped me up, pulling me off of her. "You're such a fucking bitch. Fuck you. I hope you're next, bitch! I hope your next!", I yelled, as I was drug from the diner kicking and screaming. "I'll dance on your fucking grave, bitch!", I shouted, as the diner door closed and cut me off. 

"Amelia, why would you say that?", Jaxon asked, releasing me. He blocked the path, so I couldn't get past him. "Because fuck her, that's why", I snapped, throwing my hand in the direction of the diner. "Great answer", he snipped sarcastically. 

"I've been dealing with this for twenty years. Literally, since kindergarten. How long am I supposed to put up with it? She's in there wishing me death. Fuck her. I will stomp her fucking ass again and smile in my mugshot. I don't give a fuck!", I yelled, gripping at my hair. 

I'm having a manic episode and I'm about to fall full-force into a panic attack. "Amelia, breathe", he attempted to soothe me. "Joke's on her. They will all get their fucking wish. Fuck! I should have never called for help. I should've just let him kill me. No one would even fucking miss me", I cried, collapsing onto the concrete. 

"I would", Jaxon said, crouching down in front of me. "You don't even know me", I scoffed through my sob. "Exactly. Every day, I would think about our passing moments, and I would regret not taking the leap to get to know you. That's what last night showed. It showed me that I want to know you. Exchange conversation with you. But I can't do that if you give up", he uttered gently, reaching out and touching my shoulder. 

"Your infatuation of me will end", I muttered. Jaxon sat down on the sidewalk with me for a moment. "Let's hope not", he whispered. I took a few deep breaths trying to control my emotions. "I know a good therapist. What you went through was traumatic. You should really speak with someone about it", he approached the subject with tenderness. 

"Chief, we packed your food to go for you", Cameron, the cook said, handing a bag to Jaxon. Jaxon stood up and thanked him. "Can you take me to class please?", I asked, standing up as well. Jaxon watched me for a second.

"And what if Kayla Tate wants to press charges?", he questioned. "Then come pick me up after my mid-term", I shrugged. I opened the passenger door and climbed in. I buckled my seatbelt, leaving the Chief standing outside my door in dismay.