“So you're pissed at me for defending you?”
“I didn't need you defending me!”
“You heard the things he was saying, right?”he asked, his voice dropping dangerously low.
“Yes—”
“Then you understand that there’s no way in hell I was going to let him talk to you like that,” he snapped.“Or about you,” he added.“Not in this fucking lifetime or the next.”
The force of his words filled the car.He leaned slightly closer, his gaze burning into mine.
“Once you’re with me, no one gets to say that kind of shit to you and walk away.”
“I can handle myself!”I shot back.
“I know you can!”he shouted right back.“Don't you think I fucking know that, Savannah?”
The sudden volume made the air inside the car feel smaller.
“This may be fake for you, but I'm not going to just sit by and let him walk all over you like that.Fucker is lucky he walked away breathing after that,” Jaxon continued, anger flashing across his face.“Where does he get off calling you a whore and a slut after the things he's done to you?He deserved every punch he got.Fucking asshole.”
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration radiating off of him.
“And then he had theballsto bring up my sister?Fuck that and fuck him.”
I could hear the raw anger in his voice, and sympathy took hold of me.My shoulders dipped slightly and I sighed, at an impasse with my emotions.If there was one thing Chase was good at, it was pushing buttons, and he pressed Jaxon's hard.
The words hung in the air, and I threaded my fingers through my hair.
“I'm not saying he didn't cross a line with that, but we could have still walked away,” I insisted.“There was no need for violence.Can you even imagine what Chase is going to do now?”
Jaxon laughed humorlessly, his head tilting back so it hit the head rest, his eyes forward.
“I couldn’t care less.”He spared me a glance, and his gaze was hard and unmoving.“What he does to me doesn't matter.Not when it comes to you.”
Despite the tingles in my stomach, I scoffed and looked away from him.He can't even see my side of things.
“That’s so typical of you.”
Careless behavior always drove his motives in the past.He never cared about the consequences of his actions, even with me.
Silence fell for half a second.
“How is that typical of me?”
I didn’t answer.
“Savannah.”
My gaze was fixed on the outside of my window, refusing to look at him.“Open the door.”
“How is that typical of me?”he repeated, more firmly this time.
I spun around, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Because that's all you've ever known.Even when we were in high school, you used your fists to solve your problems.”
“Now you're bringing up high school?”Jaxon scoffed in disbelief.“Maybe that's your problem.Maybe you haven't accepted that I'm not the same guy I was.”
