"Good morning, princess," Jax murmurs as he presses a kiss on my bare shoulder. We're in a tangled heap together curled up against the mats, using some of our clothes as a makeshift blanket to keep us warm. I groan and clutch Jax's body tighter, using it somewhat like a huge body pillow.

"Not yet," I mumble against his chest. "I don't want to wake up yet."

His chuckle vibrates through his body. "You have to. We have to go. We really overstayed our welcome."

"Julian will understand."

"No, he won't," he nudges me. "Come on, princess. Get up. If he finds us here, he's going to kill us—"

Suddenly, the front doors are being shoved open and an all too familiar voice yells, "What the fuck-?"

Speak of the devil.

"Ah, fuck," Jax swears as he scrambles to collect all of our clothing littered across the gym floor. I'm still half-awake, and when Jax chucks my clothes towards me and sends me an apologetic smile, I suddenly realize how naked I am.

"Fucking Christ," Julian mutters when he sees the both of us on the mats. He rolls his eyes and groans. Jax just looks at him cheekily as he attempts to cover his junk with a mini pile of his clothing.

"Uh... hey." Jax gives Julian a small wave. "I would say it's not what it looks like but it's actually exactly what it looks like," he says, giving an embarrassed smile.

"You told me no more fucking around in the gym." Hot red anger flashes in Julian's eyes as they dart from me to Jax back to me again.

I feel my cheeks heating up. I'm hugging my knees together, trying to cover all of my indecent areas. Jax is trying to shield me by standing directly in front of me and across from Julian, but it's not really helping.

"I'm not fucking around in the gym! It's different!"

"Oh really? Then, what do you call what the both of you did in my gym last night? Working out?"

Jax shrugs. "Technically speaking—"

Julian groans. "Why do I even bother with you." Then, he turns to me. "So now that he's fucked you, did he give you the it's not you, it's me speech? Or did he give you the I'm not in that place right now for a relationship speech? Because that one's Oscar-worthy, trust me. I've heard it a thousand times."

"Err... no. He hasn't said anything yet." I cast a wary look at Jax.

"And I'm not going to," Jax looks at me when he says that. Then, he glares daggers at Julian. "She's my fucking girlfriend. And she's staying. For good."

Julian snorts. "Okay."

"I'm serious."

"And I pretend to believe you." Julian waves the both of us off. "Whatever. Just get fucking changed. The both of you. People will be rolling in here soon and the both of you sweaty and naked ain't gonna do well for business."

"I actually beg to differ. Who wouldn't want to take a look at this—" Jax gestures to his body.

"One more word and I'm considering kicking you the fuck out of here." His trainer gives him the death stare.

"You wouldn't. I'm good for business."

"But bad for my stress levels," Julian mutters as he shuffles off to the lockers to put his bags down.

When he's out of earshot, Jax finally turns to me. He scratches the back of his neck and sends me an apologetic shrug, "Hey, sorry he ruined our morning."

"It's fine. We weren't even supposed to be here in the first place," I say, slipping into my tank top.

     I push myself up and stand up to slide into my jeans and sneakers. From the corner of my eye, I watch as Jax puts on his pants. I suddenly feel really sad that he's going to be all covered up now because he looks good naked. Like really good. Fuck, now I know what he's packing inside his pants, I'm not sure I'll ever stop thinking about it. Ever.

He turns around, giving me a nice view of his naked back. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. Huh. I've seen the scars on his back many times now, but this time, they're accompanied by bruises. Lots of them. I guess it shouldn't be much of a concern. My boyfriend's a fighter. It's his profession to get beat. Besides, Julian has probably been working him hard these past couple of weeks. That would explain why he has more bruises than usual.

After putting on a shirt, Jax faces me again, this time his eyes are filled with worry. "Are you hurt? Are you sore?"

"A little. But I think I'm good," I tell him, smiling. "You were good to me last night."

"Of course I was. Fuck, you're so small in my arms I was afraid I'd break you." He rakes his fingers through his hair and takes his seat beside me."But I'll be damned," he says, clicking his tongue, a hint of a grin fitting his lips. "Last night was a really awesome night. Thank you for trusting me."

I offer him a soft smile and press a kiss on the edge of his lips. "I trust you with everything that I am. And I know you won't break that trust."

Jax lip quivers.

Hesitation.

"Of course," he says, but the words don't quite reach his eyes.

I don't want to read much into it. Maybe it's that he's nervous about our relationship, I tell myself. We took a big step last night. I just need to give him time to get used to it.

Clearing my throat, I change the subject. "I'm going to head home and change into some decent clothes. After school's over, I'll come straight to Breaking Point. I promise."

"Good," he says, kissing me goodbye. "Don't stray too long from me, princess."

"Never."

* * *

I should have done my hair. I really should have. Because the second Braydon saw me with my after-sex hair, she immediately started squealing.

"Oh my god!" She cries when I enter the cafeteria, completely forgetting the fact that we were in an insanely public place with hundreds of pairs of eyes already trained on us. "Oh my god!"

Trevor, who's sitting beside her, turns to look at me too. Unlike his girlfriend, he can't quite seem to figure out what's happening. "What?" His eyes narrow at me. "What's going on?"

Braydon pinches his arm. "She had sex! Sienna had sex!"

"Bray!" I glare at her, my head bowing down out of embarrassment as I slide into the empty seat opposite from them. "Can you please lower your voice? Please? I don't want anyone overhearing and spreading rumors about me again. I may hate this shit hole of a place but I still want to leave here in peace."

"Sorry," Bray says. "I'm just—oh my god. This is such a pivotal moment!"

Trevor slings an arm around her girlfriend. "Babe, you didn't even ask her if it was true."

"Oh come on. Of course it's true. I mean, look at her." She gestures towards me. "Flushed cheeks. Crazy hair. Weird smile on her face even though she desperately tries to hide it. She got fucked, Trev. She got fucked good."

Trevor turns to look at me, his eyes wide and curious. "Is it true? You and Jax really did do it?"

Slowly, I nod.

Braydon continues squealing some more.

"Knew it!" She cries. "So how does it feel? Losing your V-Card to a sex god? You used protection right? Or did he pull out? How big was his dick? I heard a few of the girls saying that his dick is like astronomically huge—some even say that it's so big it doesn't even fit a normal-sized v.agina—"

"Bray... uh..." I start off. "I would love to tell you about all of this but I really shouldn't."

"What?" She shrieks. "Bitch, why not?"

"Because what happened was a private thing," I say, trying to reason with her. "It was special but private. And I'd like to keep it that way, at least for a little while."

Braydon scrunches up her face. Her boyfriend nudges her and offers her a small smile.

"Sienna's right, you know. What happened between Jax and her should be kept between the both of them. Unless she feels comfortable telling us. Which is obvious that she's not."

Eventually, Braydon sighs. "Fine. But can you at least tell me one thing?"

"What?"

"Was sex with him as good as all the other girls say it was?"

The corners of my lips curve into a knowing grin.

"Better."

Braydon sighs dreamily as she rests her head against Trevor's shoulder. "You are so lucky, Sienna. So fucking lucky."

"See? It's stuff like that that makes me feel so appreciated and loved by my girlfriend." Trevor says sarcastically.

Braydon laughs. "Who says I appreciate and love you at all?"

"Who says I was even talking about you?" Trevor shoots back.

"Babe, I'm probably the only girl that's worthy of being your girlfriend. Hoes may come and go but I'm the only one that's willing to stay. That wants to stay," she presses a kiss on his cheek and he blushes. "Even if you have a tiny dick."

"Hey."

"Just kidding," she murmurs but then turns to face me and mouths it's really small accompanied with a hand gesture of her index finger and thumb pressed together tightly.

After getting the urge to change the subject, I ask, "So, where is Beth?"

"Getting her lunch," Braydon says, nodding towards the long queue. Sure enough, Beth is standing there, her lips pursed, waiting to get her food. "Have the both of you made up yet?"

"No." I shake my head.

To be honest, I'm surprised our fight even lasted this long. I've never had a fight with Beth that lasted more than a day. Usually, either one of us would break and apologize. Most of the time is her. And it's going to change. I'm still waiting for that apology. And unless she does apologize, I'm not talking to her. Sure, call me petty, but I'm done feeling guilty about my relationship with Jax.

"Come on, really? The both of you are sisters. And my friends," Braydon says. "I hate it when it gets awkward during lunches. And I want us all to hang out together like normal again. Can't the both of you just make up? Please?"

"Ask her about it," I merely say, reaching over towards Braydon's lunch and stealing a french fry, then popping it into my mouth. God, last night's activities have left me famished.

"Funny, that's exactly what she said to me too." Braydon shrugs. "Ya'll are more stubborn than you'd care to admit."

"Oh I know I'm stubborn. But that's not why I'm not apologizing. I'm not apologizing because there's nothing for me to apologize. It's all her, Bray. She still hates me for 'stealing Jax away from her'. It's absolutely ridiculous."

"She's just heartbroken, that's all," Braydon says, reaching forward to link her fingers with mine. "Can you imagine if you've had a crush on someone for years and your crush just takes one look at your sister and decides that he wants her instead of you? You'd be devastated too. Sure, she may not see reason behind her being mad at you, but give her time. She'll realize it on her own soon enough."

Trevor nods. "Bray's right. And you need to be open to that forgiveness when she chooses to apologize for it."

Fuck me, Trevor and Braydon are right. I've been giving her bitch stares and cold shoulders for weeks now. It's not like I've made it easier for Beth to come forward to apologize if she wanted to. Hell, if I were her, I wouldn't even bother trying. And knowing her, she's probably scared to death to approach me after the way I've treated her.

I glance at the both of them and groan. "Ugrh. Why do you guys have to be right?"

"Cuz we're awesome, that's why." Braydon lifts her hand so that Trevor can high-five it. "And also we've been watching reruns of Dr. Phil. It's really helps after all the angry sex."

I snort. "You guys are weird."

"So are you. But the gorgeous, sex god boyfriend of yours helps to give you some brownie points so you can sit with us," Braydon says, winking.

A laugh tears out of me.

"So, you going to take our advice and talk to her later?" Trevor nods towards Beth's direction, who's already making her way towards us with her tray. She smiles at both Braydon and Trevor but when her eyes fall on me, the smile immediately disappears from her face.

"Maybe." I can only shrug. I will decide to make that choice later. For now, I still want to bath in the fairly happy mood that Jax created. "We'll see."

* * *

The car ride back home was awkward. I had to turn the radio on to drown out the uncomfortable silence that lingered in the air.

I glance over at her quickly. She's sitting in the front seat fiddling with her hands. She's just as uncomfortable as I am and it shows. A lot. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her lips part open and close, as if she's thinking whether it's a good decision to speak up or shut up.

I sigh and turn away, my eyes directed again to the front of the road.

The past few weeks, Beth had insisted on taking the bus in order to avoid me but for some reason, today she needed a ride home. I would have bailed without her, but with Trevor and Braydon's words still lurking in my mind, I can't seem to. No matter how much of a bitch I am, I still have a soft spot for my sister.

Why.

When we finally reach back home, I pull over to the side of the road and then turn half of my body towards her, my attention focused on Beth. "Beth," I start off. "You clearly have something you need to say to me so please save us both the time and trouble and say it now. Before you lose your chance."

She stares at me, wide-eyed. It's obvious that she never meant for me to call her out like this.

"W-well," she says, looking down at her hands. "Um... I-I've been thinking about what h-happened between us the past few weeks and I-I hate the fact that we let it get this far."

"We?" I echo incredulously "You were the one who never wanted to let it go."

"I-I know." She nods. "A-and I'm sorry. About everything. I-I just—" She sucks in a deep breath and sighs. "I-I really like Jax, Sienna. And I know that means so little to you, being that he b-barely even knows me and all that... but it's the only thing I've been clinging onto for a l-long time. Maybe even m-more after the whole divorce and mom leaving thing. A-and I know that shouldn't be an excuse as to h-how I reacted when I found out you and Jax were dating. I k-know I was wrong that day and I'm s-sorry."

Slowly, the anger that I've been harboring for my sister the past few weeks is slowly receding.

"Y-you were right," she murmurs, her eyes meeting with mine, regret clouding her irises. "I should have have been h-happy for you. But I was still mad with j-jealousy and I was so a-angry I just couldn't push those f-feelings aside for him just yet. But the past few weeks, I-I thought about it a lot and... I'm okay now. With the b-both of you. I-I know it didn't seem like it at first but... I do w-want you to be happy. You're my sister. I w-want nothing more than for you to be happy. And if he m-makes you happy than that's g-great. I'll s-support you no matter what, you have to k-know that."

Her eyes are now pleading mine, hopeful that I can take her apology. I know it took her a lot of willpower to say what she just said. And I know she's sorry about what happened. And I want to believe that she's finally okay with Jax and I being together. And even if she's not, I want to believe that she'll try to be okay about it.

"Thank you for that," I whisper to her. "That's all I wanted to hear from you, really. So thank you."

"I don't w-want to lose you over this, Sienna." Beth shakes her head. "I s-still love you."

I sigh, then mumble, "I still love you too."

A small smile appears on her lips. "So a-am I forgiven?"

Fuck it. I don't want to lose her too. She may infuriate me at times, but she's still my sister. And I'm tired of being angry about her over this. I need to save my anger for worse people than her, a.k.a my father.

"Yes, you're forgiven."

Beth makes a squealing sound and launches herself towards my direction to hug me. My arms tighten around her body and I sigh against her shoulder.

"Just don't do that again, okay?" I murmur. "Otherwise I won't be very forgiving the next time around."

She nods. "I promise."

"Good." I pat on her back and pull away from her. "Come on, let's go in before dad yells at us."

"He wouldn't d-dare. Not when he knows you'll f-fight back," Beth says, grabbing her bag from the back seat and slinging it over her shoulder. She smiles down at me, a proud one. "You fight dirty, Sienna. You really do. And I really l-look up to you for that."

"Thanks. But I can't take all the credit for it though," I say, shrugging. "Jax helped. A lot."

"He's changing you," she notes. "That's good. Maybe you'll make a new man out of him too."

For some reason, A frown starts to form on my lips upon hearing her words.

"W-what happened? D-did I say something wrong?" She asks. I shake my head.

"No, it's nothing. You go in first."

"Okay, I'll see you inside," she says, then gets out of the car.

When she's gone, I rest my head against the steering wheel, the sudden realization hitting me so hard I'm certain I'll be thinking about it for a long time.

Beth's right. Jax is changing me. He has been ever since the first time I met him. I'm stronger. Wiser. More capable. More confident too. Fearless. And all those qualities help me build myself up until I'm certain I can't ever be broken again. Not by my parents, not by Beth, not my anyone.

     And that's more than good. That's amazing.

But...god, am I doing the same to him?

     Have I been changing him for the better at all?

Or am I barely even making a dent?

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A/N: Omg i keep forgetting to update LOL. BUT I REMEMBERED TODAY WOO.

Sorry guys! I've been pretty distracted lately, especially with uni and everything. I just needed some time off Wattpad to kind of settle down and calm my mind a bit because the stuff that's been happening with me lately has been very overwhelming and I'm still trying to cope with it. (if you read my Valentines day post in my Raves, Rants and other things then you'll know what's up)

ANYWAYS!Nuff sad talk!

I guess you can say this chapter is the start of the downfall for JIENNA, which sucks for all you JIENNA shippers out there but... you know, TOO FUCKING BAD hehehe.

See ya guys soon!

Stay safe!

Love, Claudia.