I'm Not Hungry

Ten

What could he possibly want to talk to me about?

"What about?" I ask apprehensively, fiddling with my fingers.

Jax draws in an extra deep breath. "Well, there's a few things. First, I will have you know, I'm not actually an asshole. I'm just-" I cut him off by laughing obnoxiously.

"You? Not an asshole? I like that joke. I might actually use it sometime." I say in between relentless giggles.

Jax rolls his eyes and starts talking over my incessant laughter. "As I was saying, I'm just annoyed easily."

"So," I start after I finish laughing. "what about my nonexistent eating disorder did you find annoying?"

He stares at me incredulously, as if I had just told him that I'm the real voice of SpongeBob Squarepants. "But-never mind. On to my next and final point, we should be friends." He says, looking pained, and sticks out his hand for me to shake.

"So what's the real point here?" I ask. This whole situation would be laughable if it didn't annoy me so much.

"Okay. There has only been one person to ever hate me and I want it to stay that way." The way Jax says this makes it sound as if it's hard to be hated.

"Well that person must be the only person to ever be sensible around you. Like, seriously, just because you're as hot as the damn sun doesn't mean everyone has to worship you." I quickly slap my hand over my mouth. "Did I seriously just say that out loud?" I ask, but it comes out muffled due to my hand.

Jax smirks in that annoying way of his and says, "You might have. Just repeat it one more time so I can make sure that I heard you right."

"Ha ha, no." I deadpan. "No way in hell. And, back to our conversation, why should I be friends with you?" I ask, enunciating 'you'.

Jax continues to smirk. "Because if you don't agree to being my friend, I'll follow you around until you do."

"But you don't have every class with me." But the second I say it, I know it isn't true. I also know that Jax knows this. Why is he doing all of this just to be my friend? I'm too fat to have friends. He should know this by now. "You wouldn't." I say indignantly.

As I'm walking back to my truck I hear swearing behind me. Suddenly, Jax is next to me. "Nice truck." He says nonchalantly.

I snort in a very unladylike manner. "Have you even looked at it yet? Anyway, I have to be somewhere. Bye."

Jax steps in front of me, blocking me from getting into my Dodge. "Where do you have to be?" He asks disbelievingly.

Getting irritated, I start to yell. "I have to pick up my kids! Do you have a problem with that? Or can I go get my children before they charge me extra for watching them later than they're supposed to?"

"You have kids? More than one? Holy shit, you are a whore." He says before he can stop himself.

I scoff. "If taking in baby twins that were left on someones doorstep makes them a whore, then yes, by all means, I am."

"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't realize-" Jax stutters.

"Well that was kind of obvious." I snap.

"Look, I don't care how many kids you have or if they're yours or not," he says, contradicting his previous statement. "but I need a ride. And, if you haven't noticed, the parking lot is completely empty."

"Why should I give you a ride?"

"Because you love me?"

"Not even in your dreams, Jax." I say, then sigh. "But I'll give you a ride. We're getting my kids first, then I'll drop you off. Deal?"