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“The ghost emoji, for sure.” He smiled with his straw halfway in his mouth.
“The ghost emoji!” I exclaimed. “Why?”
“It’s the end of summer, and you look like you’ve barely seen the sun.”
I laughed. “I have tan lines!”
“That’s pretty pathetic, then.” He slipped his phone into the pocket of his shorts. “There’s no going back. You have the ghost.”
“Whatever, creepy side-eyes,” I said into my straw.
“You’re the one who’s gonna have to explain it to your boyfriend when some dude's number shows up with some creepy side-eyes.” He sounded cocky, like this was a conversation he had already had today.
“That won’t be hard, considering I don’t have a boyfriend,” I shot back. I took another sip of my smoothie and glanced in his direction. “But your girlfriend looks upset when you talk to other girls.”
He wrinkled his nose at the thought. A look of pure disgust washed over his face, and I turned away to hide my grin. “I don’t have a girlfriend. What girl are you talking about?”
I immediately recalled the hot blonde with the tits hanging out of her hot pink tank top. “The one who was sitting next to you at Myles. She looked really annoyed when you came over to Katie and me.”
He continued to sip his smoothie, and I watched him process his answer. “Heather’s not my girlfriend. She stayed at my place the night before, and I couldn’t get rid of her the next morning. So she ended up following us to Myles.”
Initially, I was shocked by how casually he said that statement, but part of me wasn’t surprised by his confession.
“Sounds like you’ve had to deal with that issue a few times.” The words left my mouth before I could think them over. I waited to see if that comment was out of line since it came from someone he had only met a few hours ago.
Jaxon showed no signs of being bothered by it. Instead, he nodded and lightly bit his bottom lip, trying to hide the grin that crept up into the corners of his mouth.
Jaxon was hot, carried himself well, and was funny and easy to talk to. He was the type of guy I was attracted to and the type of guy I would sleep with. But regardless of how perfect Jaxon seemed, I needed to narrow down my requirements for a hookup before getting in the sack with the first guy to pique my interest.
There was no way my verbal confirmation of wanting a hookup was that powerful for me to meet Jaxon only a few days later.
Chapter4
Jaxon
August 2015
Maci droveme back to Falcon’s Point since she was meeting her roommate at The Edge. The complex was right across the parking lot from mine, so it wasn’t out of her way. Even though part of me thought she would drive me home regardless of where I lived.
Maci didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would stick around if I invited her upstairs. She was cute, and I liked talking to her, but I didn’t tag her as a hookup kind of girl. She seemed like the type that needed a few dates first, and I didn't have time for that nonsense.
In our three-minute drive to Falcon’s Point, I learned that Maci was from Columbus, an education major, and she was also in her junior year. I didn’t give her a lot of space to ask about me. From my experience with women, the less they knew about me, the better.
I wasn’t sure why I followed her to The Union after class. It made sense to get her number since we had an assignment due on Thursday, but I thought back to how she approached me at Myles and how different her introduction was compared to every other girl who tried to talk to me on campus. It was simple and not at all flirty, like she was genuinely only interested in talking to me because of an ice cream order. There was no underlying goal to try and sleep with me or make an impression.
So when she sat next to me in class carrying the same energy, something about her stuck out. But I had to tread lightly to see if it was even worth trying to sleep with her.
She pulled up in front of my building and stopped so I could get out. “Just text me if you think of any ideas for the article before Thursday’s class,” she said without looking up from her phone.
I nodded. “Thanks for the ride.”
“No worries, creepy side-eyes.”
Her eyes met mine, and I forced myself to climb out of the passenger seat. My regular invitation to come upstairs sat on the tip of my tongue. I shut her car door to end the conversation, and she drove across the parking lot.
“Who was that?” I knew it was Bryson Kennedy’s voice before I looked over.
“This girl in my class gave me a ride home,” I explained.
