16
JAX
Look, you can’t blame a guy for at least trying… right?
I pick up the beer bottle and place it against my lips.
I take my time with the sip as I stare out my window.
Behind me I hear a soft moan.
I look over my shoulder.
Ashley.
She stirs in my bed and picks up her head.
Her eyes open. “Hey. Where am I?”
“You’re in my dorm,” I say.
“Oh. Wow. I think I went too far tonight.”
“You were trying to strip.”
She quickly sits up. “I did what?”
“You were on a table taking your clothes off. People were throwing money at you. I gave you a twenty to jump into my arms to save you.”
“I didn’t… go too far…?”
“No.”
She looks around. “Wait. I know who you are. Jax.”
“And you’re Ashley.”
She smacks her forehead and shakes her head. “It’s Angela.”
“You told me Ashley.”
“I know. That’s my alias.”
“You’re what?”
“It’s a joke I have with my friends. When I drink too much. Instead of Angela I’m Ashley.”
“And what’s the difference between the two?” I ask.
“Angela would be studying for a chem test,” she says. “Ashley ends up in a hockey player’s bed.”
“If it makes you feel any better, nothing happened between us.”
“What? Really?”
I nod. “The moment came and went when you passed out. You really were gone. Not a good thing.”
“I didn’t take you for that kind of guy…”