9- OUR FIRST TIME

~Collin~

The day doesn't get to see me stretch before Jaxson barges into my room, disrupting the peace I desperately want to cling to.

All thanks to the big guy, I didn't get any sleep last night. My eyes are so heavy, that I can't even see clearly.

He does his best to make me a cup of coffee, even though he sulks at it. Very tasteless. No sugar at all, maybe that's how he likes it.

Lucas does nothing more but focus on his laptop, with his ears clogged up. He's the most annoying thing I have and will ever see. Such a brat.

The bus arrives earlier than expected, and we hurry to leave the hostel.

Things get easier as Jax drives us to the school waiting area, and has one of the security men drive his car back to the hostel. He's really who he thinks he is.

We all fill up the bus, leaving a few seats open as we are the only class going and it's only 20 of us.

Thirty minutes to the journey and I'm way off in my dreamland, leaning on the playboy's shoulder.

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"Wake up, lazy bone!" A voice I am so familiar with spits in my ear, tapping my shoulder.

The blinding sunlight pierces through my half-closed eyelid as I slowly awake. I squint, adjusting to the brightness, trying to focus—

And this annoying huge boy hits my shoulder again but with a punch this time. "Get up Collin. We're at the venue."

"Ouch!!" I curse, wrapping my hand around the pain. Everything suddenly looks so clear. It feels like my bone will split in two, and all the jerk does is chuckle.

I roll my eyes at him. "Did you have to do that?"

He is laughing, which is making my blood boil even more. Only God knows what sort of play this is.

He is so in his element, enjoying making me squirm in discomfort.

Anger heats my face. "Hey, I asked you a question!"

We finally step out of the bus, and he laughs at me and hands me a mockish grin. "That serious face should be invested in the presentation… They will look at you and give us full marks."

"Why are you always rude?"

"Rude?" Jaxson wrinkles his nose, lifting an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Despite the unsettling feeling in my stomach, I glare at him. "Yes. You could be nicer… you're mean."

I don't wait for his reply before walking out of his sight.

"I'm not mean! I say things how they are! There's a difference!"

He is chanting miles behind me, and I don't give a fuck what he thinks of.

Muttering curses on my inside, not until I mistakenly kick the wall that I remember I am standing right in front of the hotel.

I stop at the reception hall and take a few minutes to stare around like a fool, adoring the beauty right in front of me.

Nothing like the so-called 5-star hotels in Gotham City, the exquisite interior, and lavish furniture plus the hotel is surrounded by trees and palms. Nature at its finest.

Just as I sort out with the receptionist for my room allocation, the irksome jerk bumps into me again.

"Hey bro," He is greeting like nothing happened earlier. He leans his hand on the marble desk. "Where are you headed?"

"Where else?" I hiss at him, averting from his face. I sense his lips curling into that stupid smile, but I'm not in the mood for jokes.

My legs are aching so badly. I desperately need anyone, especially him to lift me into his arms and take me to the room, gently laying me on the bed.

But it can only happen in my wild dreams.

"Chill, Mrs. Jane wants to speak with us," Jax is no longer smiling.

He is happy one second and annoyed the next second.

Probably it is my facial expression, but he should know me well enough. I can never be straightforward with people I am so familiar with.

I act all comfy with those always around me, and since our first encounter, he is always with me, barely seen with his friends.

Maybe he is bothered about something else.

The other students gather with us at the reception hall, and Mrs. Jane begins with a slight cough.

"Every student should respect themselves and act appropriately. No sneaking in drinks, no smoking…" She is yelling with her thin voice so all the students can hear her.

She continues with other rules and regulations and my mind is so bothered with what Jax might be thinking.

I feel so guilty when his face turns pale. His smile brightens my world, I can't trade it for anything else.

How I answered his questions is so little to brew any anger. Why is he so moody?

Wait. Is he in love with me? Only those in love pick on little issues.

NAAH!

NO WAY!

IT CAN'T BE!!

Bro is so straight, a playboy at that. He is just angry with me, with no attached feelings.

"I know you all are tired and need rest," new words that finally relate to me slip off Mrs. Jane's tongue and I let out a heavy sigh.

"Just so you know, your roommate is your project partner."

My eyes gulp out at her second statement. Me and Jax together in a room. Not that I don't want it, but does he?

I tilt my head to meet my temporary roommate and he is so engrossed in his phone, acting like he didn't hear but I'm pretty sure he heard what she said.

Anyway, if I can tolerate a boy like Lucas, he is a piece of cake to deal with.

Mrs. Jane departs to find her room after a warm goodbye from her, and the other students do the same, including me.

I walk past the narrow hallway holding firm the strap of my backpack, my heels tapping the polished tiled floor.

Finally, reach door 360 and swipe my card, then pull the door wide open.

To say the room is so beautiful is an understatement. It looks more like a presidential lounge.

The smell of sandalwood oil is lingering in the air. The walls are so white, the same as the tiled floor and the bed sheets.

Speaking of the bed, it is a king-size comfy bed, so clean and soft. But I will make use of the floor.

Keeping a pillow in the middle to separate both parties never works. It had once lured me to Richard's arms last year, even when we were fighting. I couldn't resist his charm.

Jax is hotter than a double of Richard. I will squirt in my ass if he sleeps so close to me.

I better respect boundaries.

In haste, I am done with freshening up and wearing my silk nightgown. My eyes find the white clock lying on the wall, it reads 8:25 pm.

A few minutes to 11:30 pm and I find my phone to call Mrs. Jane about Jax's whereabouts, that's when the door swings open.

Jaxson is leaning on the doorframe.

"W-what are you doing here?" He slurs word after word. He attempts to walk and nearly trips but gathers a bit of stamina.

"What have you done to yourself? Where have you been since?" My 'being a delusional wife' rant begins. Before I can say another word, he pins me to the wall.

I am comfortable with him standing so close but his head draws closer, bit by bit making bumps pop out of my skin.

"What are you trying—" I try to ask but his index finger seductively stops me from talking further.

He licks his lower pink luscious lip while lustfully staring at mine, and I can't help but crave to have our tongues dance in passion.

It seems the universe is in my favor. I was right all along, he has feelings for me but has been playing 'strictly straight'.

Whatever happens today, it feels good.

It feels right!

My eyes are shut and my lip is in between my teeth as his fingers trail down my neck to my bare chest.

"I have not even started yet!" He slowly whispers into my ears, his pointed nose playing with the ear lobe, sending millions of shock waves that vibrate and pulse down all the parts of my body.

My legs are a bit shaking and somehow Jaxson notices, a warm smile playing on his handsome lips.

In a jiffy, he lifts me into his arms, something I have been longing for ages.

Gently, he lays me on the bed, advancing to showcase his prominent abs by slowly pulling off his shirt.

He removes his jean pants, letting it drop to the floor and my eyes marvel at the bulge on his underwear.

"You like what you see, huh?" he asks, his tone intimate.