As much as I hated this, Jax still pulled me. What gave him the right to pull me whenever he wanted? It wasn't a rough but gentle haul, still it pissed me off.
Whether or not he realized, he tugged me into my room and shut the door.
"This is my room, why'd you pull me in here?" I finally yanked my hand from his grip, folding both arms across my chest.
"It doesn't matter whether or not it's your room." He raked his black hair with his fingers.
"Spit whatever you have to say out," I ordered.
"It might sound crazy to you but…" he trailed off, wearing a lost expression. I had to snap my fingers in front of him to draw his attention back to life. "I'll need you to be my date to the dance." He shoved his hands into his pants pocket.
I wore a blank expression, blinking at short interv
