Heart's Bias: Part 3

TW: Self harm mentions!!

Honeys eyes widen at Jax's compliance, and suddenly, a smile comes onto her face, she digs into her backpack slaps some money down onto the diner table before quickly rushing out of the booth by crawling over Jax and tugging him along with her. "LET'S HURRY THEN! LET'S GO TO A MOTEL!"

She exclaims it like its the best place ever, which to Jax, makes him laugh a little.

He's pulled along, surprised by her sudden enthusiasm but he goes with it, a grin spreading across his face as he follows her out of the diner and into the cool, late morning air. He tightened his backpack and starts leading the way for Honey. "You're crazy, you know that?"

".. uh- no i am NOT!" She looks at Jax, seeming a bit offended, thinking he meant it in a bad way. "That's quite rude to say, isn't it kitty-boy?"

KITTY BOY? If Jax weren't putting up a fake front, he would lose it. He tries to shrug and look away slowly, just trying to appear tranquil about the whole thing. In actuality, he’s totally turning red.

"No, it's not…. It means you're brave, fearless... doing whatever the hell you want because YOU want to. Not because someone else tells you to." His voice gets softer, his eyes lowering as he daydreams about her in an almost delusional way. "That's rare. Really…. Rare."

".. oh.. i see.." Honey smiles sweetly, her eyes looking around cautiously at passing cars and shops.

As the two are silent for a while..Jax has time to think…a LOT of time to think.. He actually DID IT! He’s totally coming off as cool and pop, He could do this ALL DAY if it means Honey will like him! And just to imagine that if he keeps doing this, She’ll be head over heels for him! Jax smiles wide, looking over at Honey, expecting the same look..yet, her eyes are focused on the cars and shops..an uneasy expression on her face.

“You doin’ Aight?” Jax tries not to cringe. This is what she wants! For him to act like this!

“I'm sorry but…i'm just paranoid…i told you i never skip school, and if i risk getting caught by my parents in the street..i could be in so much trouble..” 

Jax’s eyes soften a little, realising who he’s really asking to do such a thing with, the reality poking him like an annoying sibling. “Honey, you really don't have to worry.  If you’re so nervous about this…uhm..” Jax turns away for a moment, glancing around aimlessly as he attempts to figure out a solution for Honey, Though, he quickly gets an idea, something he’s done a few times to get away with stuff.

“Just.. say you’re sleeping over at a friend's house after school! I’ll say the same thing to my mom over the phone, Your parents should DEFINITELY trust you!” He leans closer, smirking wide, although, honey seems a bit surprised by such a suggestion. “Are you really so sure..?” she gently replies, uncertainty written on her face.

“Mhm! C’mOOOON, your mom and dad trust you a bunch! You have the best reputation ever! And even if they do find out, a little Skipping isn’t gonna ruin EVERYONE'S view on you, right?”

“I'm staying over at a motel for an entire night. Does it look like I do that often?” Honey states with a stern voice, frightening Jax a little.

Maybe he’s going too far..? Is she pushing her too much? Does she already hate him…? Or is this her way of showing she's into it?

“No..but I promise, anything that happens. I’ll take full responsibility, make me the bad guy! I don’t care, I've been through worse!” Jax insists, despite his overly confident cool-kid voice, he means what he said with all sincerity. Honey’s worried look turns into a small smile, visibly slightly more at ease. “Alright..it's fine with me then..”

As they walk down the street, not speaking much, she gazes at Jax time and time again.. And even though Jax is trying his best to seem cool and chill, he knows she's looking.. And it makes him nervous. He moves some of his hair to the front of his face, trying to cover his expression. His crush... really acknowledging him, something that he’s still coming to terms with mentally. She looks at his all black clothed demeanor in contrast to her pink sweater and blue jeans "Thank goodness it's not summer.. you would be very hot.."

Jax takes a second to realize what she actually said, his fogged up distracted mind rendering it as something other than being temperature-wise. “You think so?”

"...mhm...Now, where is this motel anyways.. are you sure this is a safe idea?"  Honey looks away, aimlessly looking around for the alleged Motel they’re supposed to be going to. 

He leads her to a small, rundown motel on the outskirts of town. The neon sign is flickering, and the building looks like it's seen better days. But it's quiet, and it's private. He unlocks the door to room 17 and holds it open for her. "Safe enough."

"... this is..." Honey looks around the motel room, gently curling her hair, her tail slowly wagging "... quite the difference from where I live with my parents.. though, the idea of sleeping somewhere not at home for the night is still... So....Exciting!"

Jax leans against the doorframe, watching her with an amused expression as she explores the motel room like it's some grand adventure. "Yeah, well, it's not exactly the Ritz, but it'll do for a night." He steps inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. 

Honey looks around the small motel room, seeming unfamiliar with how... humble it looks, though Jax is used to it, his own home looks a bit like this.. "goodness.. I really, really hope my mother and father don't mind..." Jax crosses the room to place his bag down, thinking of something cool to do to show he’s some popular cool looking rebel…she’d like that, Right? And he has just the thing.

He pulls out a cigarette box, most of the pack gone, other than 2 left, taking one of the remaining sticks. The small flame from the lighter briefly illuminates his face. He takes a long drag, watching her process the motel room with wide eyes. "They won't..." He takes another drag "Unless you tell them where you are."

"I guess you’re... -" Honey turns to look at Jax smoking, seeming a bit.. disturbed, staring at him.. “rr…uhm..”

He notices her staring and curls an eyebrow at her, taking another drag of his cigarette. The smoke curls around his face as he exhales slowly. "Problem?" He asks, his voice low and calm. He's sort of used to smoking, but he doesn’t do it around many other people, usually on his own in his room. "uhm.... you... you're smoking?" Honey looks at Jax with a slight disgusted look, her poodle tail dropping down a bit.

He sees the disgusted look on her face, making him worry a little.. But its not like he can out himself for just trying to look cool. This is the character he made for himself, and he has to go with it. Jax smirks slightly, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Yeah, I smoke." He states simply, blowing the smoke away from her. "You got a problem with that, fur ball?"

"... -?" Honey looks at Jax, a bit surprised at how rude he's acting, trying to stand her ground. "... y-yes, I actually do.... we're only teens, that can hurt you..." Honey's eyes stay widened, her expression a bit puzzled. Jax, needing to stay true to his character, rolls his eyes at her disapproving expression, taking another drag. "And? You think I don't know that?" He takes the cigarette out of his mouth to gesture with it. "I'm aware smoking is bad for you, thanks for the lecture, mom."

"..... i.. uhm..." Honey's eyes soften pitifully, but not before she steps back a bit, looking around the room a bit embarrassed "Aha.. ha..." Jax watches her step back and he can't help but feel a slight nervousness enveloping him. Maybe he’s not doing enough? What else do Popular kids joke about? He takes another drag, getting another idea, mainly from personal experience. "You know what else is bad for you?" 

"What?" Honey looks back towards Jax, sitting down on one of the two Motel beds, it makes a slight squeak, startling her. The Bi-colored Catboy grins slightly, the cigarette still hanging from his lips. "Cutting yourself. That's really fucking bad for you." He says, his voice extremely stereotypical and annoying and almost to a parodying inflection."But you know what? I still do it anyway, CuZzZ iM EMOO! hah..like..as if..and..stuff." He takes another drag, looking away from her, leaving the cig in his mouth again as he crosses his arms and  leans on the wall, a total douchebag.

"Y-You..?" Honey's eyes widened with concern, making her get up "... where do you cut??" She quickly goes towards him, Her voice instantly traced with worry. He's surprised by her sudden concern, and he freezes as she approaches him.  Maybe he didn’t say it in the right way? Isn’t she supposed to be laughing? He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and drops it onto the floor, stomping it out with his sneaker. "What the fuck is it to you?" He snaps, his eyes narrowed at her. 

"... -i.." She seems a bit offended for a moment.. before she takes a deep breath and looks back at him "It's just worrying to me is all.. I mean, you're a classmate.. and knowing you do something like that to yourself is.. Concerning.." Jax scoffs, Keeping his arms over his chest, totally getting into character "You're really this worried about some cuts on my arms and legs?" He challenges, his tone Laced with Raunchiness with a side of an annoying accent."What if I told you I cut deeper than that?"

"...Jax.." Honey tries to keep her voice firm, her poodle ears dropping, her face pink with frustration, her cheeks puffed up a little. He stands straight up, Making himself seem dominant, and in charge out of instinct of feeling threatened beneath his facade, totally losing his sense of self in this moment."What if I told you I cut into my SOULLL honey? And i CRY myself to sleep every night because i didn’t get tickets to WARPED TOUR? Would you still be so concerned then?" He asks, his voice loud and irritating. "Yeahh NoOoO, cuz i'm a little fruity  EMOOO!!! CUT MYY LIFEE IN TWOO PIECES! THISS IS MY LAST RESORTTT!-"

"ENOUGH kitty-boy!" Honey reaches for his cat ear with her hand, pulling ever-so slightly. She stomps her foot down, growling lightly as she glares at him suddenly, making Jax instantly take a 180. He hisses in surprise as she grabs his ear, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he stares at her with a mix of anger and something else, something he’s trying to repress at the moment. "g-get off, honey!”

She doesn't budge, she gets into his face, Staring DIRECTLY at him, keeping her eye contact firm as she continues to growl at him quietly and attempt to do it intimidatingly. Jax blinks, momentarily stunned by her sudden form of intimidation. His masked bravado falters as he's confronted with a side of Honey he's never seen before. He inhales sharply, resisting the urge to pull away from her grip. "What… the fuck are you doing?"

"... i NEED you to Sit down on that bed right now, and you MUST listen to me, Jax.." Honey doesn't leave eye contact, but loosens her grip on his cat ear, still giving him the stare.

Jax’s stomach feels like its filled with worms and rocks. 

He feels a totally uneasy dread.

He thought she would find it funny, and LAUGH! Like other kids do!

Why is this happening- she cant see his ACTUAL SCARS!

But with how intense this situation is…

he has no other choice.

(3)

also ghostly and granny shook hands the end/j/ref

READ THE FOURTH PART HERE!

GUYS!!!!!!!! kind of sappy and serious topics r gonna come up a lot in the next chapter lmao, its not like the worst fuckign things ever but then again, some ppl are more sensitive than others

TBH im a bit unimpressed wwith myself on this one, i was trying to give jax a god reason for his faked personality, but i feel like it comes off as too natural for him, probably bcs i didn't have him speak too much previously and stuff,,, xd

4 coming soon xd

-Cozmite