Whitney waited for me when class was over, and we walked out together. "So, you and Jax seemed to be having fun in there," she said. There was an accusatory edge to her tone.
"You know how Jax is," I said, waving away her concern and hoping she'd drop it.
I did not want to talk about Jax. If I had my way, I wouldn't think about him ever again, but I seemed to have zero control over that lately.
"Yeah, he's grumpy, moody, angry, looks like he wants to kill everyone all the time," she said.
I laughed nervously. "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."
"Chloe." She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the way. "I've known Jax a long time, and he's different around you. If I can see it, don't you think Trent will, too?"
I wiggled out of her hold and rubbed my arm. "What do you want me to do, Whitney? It's not like I can control how Jax acts."
She crossed her arms and raised a brow. "Swear to me right now that there's nothing going on between you and Jax."