Living With The Manwhore (In Progress)

Chapter 2: Different Breed

I'm sitting in the lecture hall, everyone around me finishing their exams silently, but I'm over here replaying my encounter with Jax.

I growl under my breath, trying to focus on my test. I flip through the pages, unable to concentrate.

"You look like shit" a voice behind me whispers.

Glancing over, I roll my eyes. Wonderful.

"Gee thanks" I whisper back, sticking my tongue at her.

"What are best friends for?" Bianca replies with a toss of her blonde hair.

SHHHH!

Both of us send a dirty look to the person next to me and go back to our tests. Bianca is right though, I do look like shit. But who wouldn't when they've got only a few hours of rest? Somehow I make it through the rest of the exam and as soon as I'm out of the building I make a b-line for the campus coffee shop, Bianca trailing not far behind. Five minutes later, we're settling down at a table in the campus courtyard.

"So are you going to tell me why you look like a dying raccoon, or do you want me to guess?" Bianca sets a big iced coffee in front of me and I thankfully chug it.

She takes the seat across from me and places her own coffee down along with a poppyseed muffin. Bianca is the polar opposite of me right now. For one, she's actually dressed and her hair and makeup are done. Two, she looks like a happy clam that got a solid nine-hour snooze.

I, on the other hand, look like an uncivilized cavewoman in sweats and ratty hair. Just perfect.

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend's right-hand man?" I give her the stink eye and slurp down my coffee.

That's right, the little lady sitting across from me managed to tame one of Jax's womanizing best friends. That's how I met her, at one of the ragers Jax threw at the apartment. She saw me stewing in the corner miserably and not only introduced herself but stated we would be best friends. We've been inseparable ever since.

Bianca sighs knowingly and takes a bite of her muffin, "What did he do this time?"

I hold up a finger and chug my remaining coffee before exhaling, "Oh you know, slamming headboards and a symphony of fucking."

She chuckles and shakes her head, "So the usual?"

Snagging a chunk of her muffin, I nod solemnly. Bianca has known about Jax and his manwhore antics longer than I have. Hell, her boyfriend Julian was a carbon copy of Jax before he met her. Yet she tamed him and now he's a model boyfriend, the total opposite of his best friend.

"You know you could always stay with us if you want to, we have more than enough room" Bianca bats my hand away from her muffin.

I pull back my hand and scoff, "At you and Julian's place? No thanks. I know how frisky you guys get when you're alone or even when you're in public. You two give PDA a whole new meaning."

She shrugs her shoulders, "What can I say, he's got a high sex drive. You can only tame a dude so much, you know."

Taming a manwhore, is that even possible? There's no way someone like Jax would willingly give up his womanizing ways to settle down and be monogamous. It's unrealistic. I didn't know Julian when he was single but there's no way in hell he was as bad as Jax. Jax is a different breed of manwhore.

Bianca takes a sip, eyeing me, "You going tonight?"

"To the party? I mean it's being thrown at my apartment so I don't think there's any way to avoid it."

In an ideal world, I'd get an evening to catch up on my sleep. But I'm sure I'll get next to none tonight because of the party Jax has been planning for weeks.

Maybe I could go sleep in the campus lounge. But then again, I refuse to let Jax run me out of my own apartment. I'll just settle for annoying him and acting like a parental chaperone, that's at least something to look forward to.

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It's around one in the morning and the music blasting vibrates the walls of the apartment. I can vaguely feel the floor beneath my feet vibrating too. I sit stewing on the couch, arms crossed, giving Jax the death stare. What an asshole. He's playing beer pong with a blonde on each arm. I've noticed he's partial to blondes. I've never seen him with a brunette. I'm a brunette myself and his choice to only date blondes is kind of insulting. That is, if I cared.

Jax briefly looks over and smirks when he sees me sitting here like a child throwing a tantrum. I give him the finger and he laughs it off, going back to his game. I roll my eyes and decide to leave the apartment until this thing is over with. I walk down the hall to my bedroom and unlock the door. There was no way in hell I was going to leave that shit unlocked. The last thing I need is horny college students fucking in my bed, I'll leave that to Jax's bed, that thing's seen more naked bodies than it should.

After grabbing my purse and a hoodie, I lock my room and head for the front door. I have to push past sweaty bodies and a rather enthusiastic couple with their tongues down each other's throats. I make it out to the hallway and began walking, but before I know it I'm tugged backward into a firm chest. I know that chest anywhere, I've been pressed up against it one too many times for my comfort. Fucking Jax and his lack of personal space.

"What, asshole?" I snap, turning to face him.

He, of course, has a smug smirk on his face and I want to wipe it off with my fist. I notice he's got on a button-down that fits tightly around his ripped arms, even I have to admit it's sexy. But back to the matter at hand, I arch an eyebrow waiting for his response no matter how vulgar.

"Leaving so soon, Brownie? We could've had a little fun, say a three-way?" he winks, prodding at my patience.

I roll my eyes, "In your dreams, fuck boy. And what's with the new nickname? Brownie? Seriously, that's mild compared to the names you usually refer to me as."

He shrugs, "Color of your hair, I guess. That's why I fuck with blondes, brunettes are bland. But I'd gladly give you a try if you're down, Brownie."

I rear back and punch his shoulder and to my utter surprise he doesn't budge, I threw my whole body weight into it too.

"Weak hit, who taught you how to punch?" he chuckles, shaking his head.

My face immediately drops, "My father did if you must know."

He chuckles, "Your old man must be a pussy 'cause that hit couldn't hurt a fly."

Tears flood my eyes unexpectedly and I wish they hadn't. But I'm determined not to let them fall, Jax shouldn't get the satisfaction.

"He's dead. So I guess I'm lucky, then" I steady my jaw and bite the inside of my cheek.

Jax's expression changes shockingly to one of regret and guilt. "Fuck. I didn't mean-"

"Just leave me the fuck alone!" I snarl, taking off down the hallway.

I don't turn around to see him watch me go. As soon as I exit the building, I burst into tears. I wish his words didn't get to me so easily, but my father isn't a subject I talk about for a reason. I watched him wither away before dying right in front of my eyes. His loss is something I feel every moment of every day.

And I doubt an asshole like Jax knows anything about loss.