𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝙻𝚎𝚏𝚝 | ✔️

THE Jax

"What did he do?" It was hard to process that question, especially while crying but I tried. I was currently at Jax's house complaining about my life, well more like Ethan but what's new I have always done this. Ever since I met Jax he's been, my hot-headed therapist.

"He trjedtlcomd back into myliufe." I looked at Jax after saying that. He just laughed at me and this made me laugh a little too. why can't I talk and cry at the same time?

"More coherent please." He said fiddling with the football on his bed. I took a deep breath to get myself together and wiped away the tears from my eyes.

"He's said sorry to me and uggh I'm pissed. I know this sounds stupid but I hate him."

"I know you hate him I hate him too. Everything he did was a dick-wand move." I smiled at him and climb into his bed and snuggle close to him. He held me close and I could feel his body heat radiating off of him and since I was so cold I was loving this.

"I hate him," I say once again. this time it was more of a reminder to myself.

"Want me to deck in the face?" Yes, I mentally thought, but the idea of Ethan getting hit by Jax who fought guys twice his size and won scared me. Then again why should I care? He should have a broken limb just like I had a broken heart.

"Don't." He looked content but displeased with my answers at the same time.

"You still love him." I laughed at this. Truly laughed. But once I realized Jax wasn't laughing I stopped. Oh, my god, he's serious.

"Just because I don't want YOU getting suspended doesn't mean I still love him. I can't and will never love him."

"You know my dad won't suspend me." Yep you heard that. Golden boy is the principle son.

"You never know this might be the last time Jax Tate Peterson gets let off the hook." He turns to me and pushed me off the bed. From what I could hear he was cracking up on top of his bed. What a cunt.

"Fuck you Peterson."

"Go home Bloom." I sat up and looked at him like he was crazy. He knows that Im mad at my mom for not telling me about assfuck coming back.

"Well, you have an hour to kill I have to get going to the game and be the amazing quarterback that this school needs me to be."

"You haven't won a single game idiot." He threw a pillow at me just as I was trying to get up luckily I caught it or it would have hit me in the fucking face.

"Twat" I said while throwing the pillow back at him but he caught it too. What a great game of catch we are playing.

"You shouldn't talk shit. I'm an amazing thrower on a shit team." I shrugged my shoulders and positioned myself back on his bed. He did have a point. He was good, always threw good passes, but our receiver had butterfingers well anyone Jax threw to really. The only time our school made a point was either from him running the ball into the end zone or our kicker Daniel made a field goal. We were shit.

"It's been nice talking to you. I gotta go unless you wanna come an hour before the game."

"I'll come with you and watch you practice." He laughed at this while taking off his school jersey and looking for his game one. Once he found it he set it aside. I guess he was going to put it on later. As I looked at the iconic seven on his Jersey I began to trace it. I always loved that number for some odd reason.

"You must really be angry. You hate watching anything except YouTube." I rolled my eyes at him. He's a dumb nut.

"Not true."

"Yes true. We tried watching Lion King and we were 20 minutes in and you said you were bored."

"It was slow." He rolled his eyes and continued to pack with his shirt off and man was that a great view. I can't deny that I've always had a tiny attraction towards Jax but it was just my eyes connecting to my brain and being honest with myself. His body was sculpted to perfection and he wasn't a complete dick. Other than the fact that I don't like him like that there is no real reason for me to not date him. Any girl at our school would jump at the chance for him and maybe I would too if I wasn't so fucked up.

"Ready?" he said snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded at him and he put on his jersey and swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Yeah let's go."