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“Is she cute?”
I shook my head and shut down any other answers that came to mind. “Not sure if she’s my type.” I couldn’t even narrow down a type. I cycled through every category.
Heather was sitting on our living room couch when we entered our apartment. Bryson let out a loud laugh and went right to the fridge for a Gatorade. Our roommate, Jared, shrugged his shoulders and returned to his bedroom. Once his door shut, my switch flipped instantly. There was a particular side of me reserved for girls who wouldn’t leave me alone and couldn’t take a hint.
“Why are you here?” I sneered at Heather. Just seeing her in my apartment bothered the shit out of me. I didn’t feel like having sex; if she wasn’t around so I could get laid, she had no reason to be present.
“I’m free for like ten minutes,” Bryson said over the counter.
“Yo.” I laughed and walked back to my bedroom. My temper rose when she followed me down the hallway.
Heather sat down on my bed. “Jax—”
“For real, get out.” My voice got louder, and I avoided eye contact with her. “I have shit I want to do today, and none of it is you.”
Color rose to her cheeks, and she looked down at her hands. I hadn't confused her with what I wanted. No feelings were involved, and we only hung out when we were interested in one thing going down. I never felt bad when girls got the wrong impression. If she cried, I was going to lose my shit.
“You’re an asshole, Jaxon.” She got up and started down the hall.
I peered my head out of my bedroom door and watched her leave. “I’ll hear from you soon!”
The front door of our apartment slammed shut, and my shoulders relaxed instantly.
“That leech is wild.” Bryson tossed me a Gatorade. “Those girls from City Tap asked to hang out tonight. You down?”
“From Saturday?”
Bryson nodded.
“Just let me know what time,” I said. “And I call dibs on the brunette if they're the girls I’m thinking of.”
Chapter5
Maci
September 2015
It was onlythe third day of classes, and I was already looking forward to the long weekend. Monday was Labor Day, which meant the bars would extend their hours on Sunday, and BG would become a celebration for three solid days. There would be cookouts, bar crawls, and raging house parties. Katie and I could hardly wait to start planning our outfits.
“Are you texting that guy again?” Katie sipped her coffee on the couch while watching The Real Housewives of Somewhere. I couldn’t keep up with her bingeing.
I told her how Jaxon, the guy from Myles Dairy Queen, was in my Journalism and Publications class. She poured over the fact that we had been on and off texting since Tuesday night and reminded me how good-looking he was every few hours. Even though I was surprised he started a conversation that had nothing to do with our class together, I repeatedly dismissed her idea of anything happening between us.
“It’s not like that,” I sang. “Totally just friends. I don’t even know if I would label it friends yet. We just have class together.”
“Totally.” Katie rolled her eyes. “How is the Fun Dip hunt going?”
“It’s . . . going, I guess. Maybe this weekend will bring me luck?”
“Or you could just sleep with Jaxon and see if he fits the agenda,” she suggested.
My phone vibrated, and I looked down at my screen. Jaxon was calling me, and it was the perfect opportunity to transition out of the conversation with Katie.
I picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”
“Let’s get Dunkin.” Jaxon let out a sharp exhale, and the sound of weights echoed in the background.
I leaned my elbows on the counter. “Are you at the gym?”
