8- COLLEGE TRIP

Collin~

Lucas walks out of the room with a weird expression. Somehow, I feel he is vexed about Jax standing next to me.

I also fidget with Jax standing so close to me. Goodness knows what exactly he wants this time.

Is he here to throw tantrums on why I didn't reply to his chats? Or possibly pull a new silly joke?

"Are you holding a silent conversation with yourself?" Jaxson asks, tapping my shoulder.

I shudder and raise my head to meet his eyes.

"I...I'm not having any conversation with myself."

I want to breathe, escaping a panic attack, and he shoots back. "Do all men frighten you or is it just me?"

"Wh-What do you mean?" I ask.

He shrugs a massive shoulder. "You shuddered when I touched you as if you would shit in your pants, now your palms are sweaty.

I stare at my palm and avert my eyes back to him. "It's nothing…I don't fear you, Sir." which is false.

Every bit of me likes this huge guy standing in front of me. My inner sassy spirit can't stand being close to him, it becomes a child in seconds.

He is so straightforward to understand such feelings. He made a public joke about me in the hostel for my walking style.

I should better keep my feelings to myself, or else the whole school will hear of it.

"Broo, you fucking enjoy this all alone," Jaxson lumps on my bed, his hands squeezing and body rumpling the white sheets that took me almost an hour to perfectly lay.

I grit my teeth and try to drag him out of the bed. A little pull and I fall flat to his face.

I am lying on top of him.

My heart starts beating at high intervals.

His right hand is hanging on my waist.

"You're such a weirdo…" Jaxson shakes his head at me. "You don't possess a single strong bone, do you?"

His words cut like knives.

Yet, they flutter me inside. Butterflies are roaming in my belly seeing his evil smile.

My only response is to continue staring, a little breathless and with my heart hammering against my chest. Even my lips are quivering.

There is no chance in hell that this jackass will like me. He is so STRAIGHT; that is so clear.

He has girls roaming around his pants. What possibly would he want from a twink with only an asshole?

"You're still having silent conversations!"

I quickly retract from his grip and stand. "Sorry for the fall."

"Sorry?" Jaxson lets out a sharp laugh.

All of me feel I have done something wrong, not until he smirks as usual. "You say silly things sometimes."

"Excuse me?"

"It's gay! I hate gayish stuff, don't do them close to me."

"Whatever..." I gulp. "What brought you to my room this late?"

Jaxson rises to stretch and stands to his full height. "Grab your clothes ready, we are leaving for a faculty trip tomorrow."

I blink. "A trip?"

"Are you deaf? That's what I said. A faculty trip and it is crucial for our grades."

"We are project partners, so expect more of this closeness."

Aahh!!

Project partners?!

A lot has happened this week…

"Also, take A4 papers with you, you will do more of the writing," he reminds me of how bossy he can be.

"Where are we traveling to?"

"A city away from Gotham."

I breathe out a sigh. "Be serious, just for once!"

"Have I ever been unserious?" Jaxson's relentless eyes are throwing daggers at mine.

He has this special way of making me frightened. Lucas doesn't pull that much.

I am talking of those daring eyes and Jax leans in closer, boxing me further on the table.

Having him this close makes my heart pound.

His hot breath is patting my face.

I shiver as his hand moves to my neck area like they want to pull them to his mouth.

My eyes are slightly closed to enjoy the moment, not until he speaks. "Wait. There is something on your shirt?"

THE FUCKING HELL!

Another silly joke!

He pulled a stunt just for a thing on my shirt.

"What is that?" I groan, eyeing him down. "Is that why you drew so close?"

"What were you thinking?" His deep, authoritative voice cuts in immediately, and those perfect left brows arch tilt up.

I still stare at him.

There's no way I am letting him know I thought he wanted to kiss me. It will sound so funny to him.

He shows me what made him want to mash me up like a potato, and I feel like punching his cheek so hard even if I can't punch him.

It's not that it was an insect, or a snake, JUST A THREAD.

A little strand at that.

There is more to it than just the thread. Surely, he wants to trigger some hormones and unfortunately, his plans are working so fast.

"Fucking hell…" Jaxson rakes his hand through his sandy hair after a long second of silence. "I forgot to tell you. The project is about Africa as a continent."

Wow.

Never been there before but I love the continent so much.

The culture, languages, tourist centers… It's a good thing Mrs. Jane chose it for our group.

"I can't afford to fail the project, so you have to get to work and fast," Jaxson snaps his fingers to my face. "Try to make a draft ready before tomorrow!"

Tomorrow?

Why is it coming this late???

I'm pretty sure this silly bully delayed telling me about all this because there's no way we will have such limited time for the project.

I force out my shy voice. "Won't you even assist me?"

He lifts his brow for the third time today. " Assist? I'm off to fetch food for the night. You will still be here."

Jaxson turns around leaving the room without waiting to hear from me, and I blink after him. Stunned.

This is what I will have to deal with, otherwise, I will lose 30 marks.