Y/n's pov
"Oh, my God," I muttered to myself, collapsing onto my bed and staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing. “What the f&€# just happened?” My thoughts were a jumbled mess, swirling around like confetti in a storm. Why the hell had I blushed like that? What was with the awkwardness of being so close to Jax? It didn’t make any sense.
I groaned, turning my head to the side, the colorful patterns on the wall blurring together. Jax is so fucking annoying! Sure, he was kinda hot—okay, really hot—but that didn’t mean he could get under my skin like that. It was infuriating! But then there was this other side to him that I couldn’t quite ignore. He was sweet, too. Annoying, yes, but also kind of sweet in a way that left me feeling confused.
“Ugh, get it together, y/n!” I scolded myself, pulling a pillow over my face in frustration. No, I refused to let any feelings worm their way into my mind. But the truth was, I genuinely wanted to be his friend. Despite his snarky comments and playful teasing, I felt this strange connection with him. It was like I could sense something deeper beneath his chaotic exterior—a softness he tried to hide.
I thought about the way he grinned at me, how easy it was to talk to him, and how that smirk, rather than making me irritated, somehow brought a smile to my face. It felt weird to think that there was a part of him that could be kind and caring, buried beneath layers of playful sarcasm and bravado.
“Why does this have to be so complicated?” I whispered to the empty room, tossing the pillow aside and staring at the ceiling once more. I knew I shouldn’t dwell on it, but the idea of getting to know Jax better, of unraveling the layers of his personality, made my heart race in a way I couldn’t ignore. Maybe this place was strange and chaotic, but if it meant getting closer to him, maybe I could handle it.
