Awkward mother effing sch-wkward. That was the theory that Jax was currently working with as in no she wasn't going to be and therefore life would be good. Because screw that. And really, the very last thing Jax wanted to be like was some lame ass junior high kid ready to get his mack on.
Whatever happened happened and fuck if she was going to worry about it now. Again, at least in theory.
This whole birthday gift mother fucking bonanza was starting to get crazy. A million and one presents from her sister and Jax just didn't know what to say anymore. She hadn't been on the receiving end of a lot of gifts in her years. Maybe she could get used to this. Bring on the gifts! But she wasn't exactly the sort that showed friendship or whatever through buying shit. Unless it was her turn to buy the weed or booze.
Who hadn't been that kid? Well probably a lot of people but Jax had made her fair share of fun of people. Lord knew that short bus window licker had come out of her mouth on more than a half a million occasions. Whoops? But people were idiots most of the time and she had to agree that well sometimes it was just called for. Even for herself. Had to take it if she was going to dish it.
"Don't get your panties in a twist!" Came the shout from the other side of the door as Jax made her way over and tossed it open. Hands out waiting for the pizza she smirked over at him. "Better be good shit or no tip for you."