It had been three weeks since I moved into the dorms at Leon University. Jax was never in the room when I was, not even to sleep. I could only assume he was out being a player. Melani had been my saving grace these couple weeks, my best friend at the school. We spent all our spare time together, whether it was browsing Instagram on our phones or getting drinks.

"How's your nursing class going?" Mel asked me, painting her pinky nail.

I blew air onto my drying nails while sitting on my bed. "It's hell, I'm having the hardest time finding veins." I was going to college for a bachelors in nursing. To say my semester classes were going badly was an understatement. "I'm going to fail my first assessment if I can't put a needle in someone's arm right."

Mel laughed. "You'd think that'd be a less important at thing in life, huh?"

The door to the room creaked open and in walks a tall blonde girl in tight leggings and a see through crop top. "I thought you said your roommate was gone?" She peared outside the room. She was hot, but also mega slutty.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jax stepped into the room, a rage burning inside him.

"This is my room." I object.

"She's my friend." Mel simultaneously said.

"Wait, why's going on here?" I asked, confusion filling my head. Why was she explaining anything to Jax?

"He's my ex." Mel says innocently, waving her hands in the air to dry them faster. Mel gathered her stuff, careful not to bump her nails and fled the scene, leaving Jax, slutty Barbie and myself.

"Jax, get rid of her." Barbie told him, tapping his shoulder.

"Excuse me!" I get up, pointing a finger to my side of the room, "This is my room. I think you should leave." Raising my eyebrow, I pointed to the door and motioned for her to go. She scuffed and looked at Jax for help. All he did was stand in the middle of the room. Barbie hit him across the face, the slap echoing through the room, storming out.

"Feisty." He chuckled, rubbing his cheek. I was steamed, he finally showed up with a rude girl demanding I leave the room? He made my company flee?! I was so not in the mood to deal with him. "Did you miss me, buttercup?"

"As if." I rolled my eyes. He was looking me up and down like I was a piece of meat. He circled my body slowly, I felt like I was on display. "What are you doing?"

"Well, you made my dessert slap me and walk away. I need a replacement." Smirking, I saw the laziness in his eyes. He was drunk, the slight slur of his words was barely noticeable. He leans in for a kiss, my instincts quickly kicking in. I put my hand over my mouth and pushed him away with the other. He was shocked, his mouth slightly ajar. His hand lightly clamps around the one in front of my mouth and removes it. He leans in again, I closed my eyes tightly and word vomit came out.

"I've never been kissed. Don't do this." I whispered. Just like that, his presence was gone. I opened my eyes a bit and realized he was gone. He left right in the middle of this. What a douchebag.

_________

"Sorry for what happened that night." Melani apologized, sitting across from me at the pizzeria down the street from campus.

I shrugged it off, stirring my straw around my coke. "So... he's your ex?"

"Yeah," She sighs, "We dated for a month and then he broke up with me right before junior year ended. Said he 'needed space from such a clingy monster.'"

"What a douche." I scuffed, feeling bad for her. The worst thing you can do is tell a girl she's too clingy. It breaks down their self esteem.

"It's okay, I punched him in the face after it. Revenge received."

We started shoveling pizza into our mouths when the door to the pizza place opened. In walked Jax with a girl- again. She was shorter and a brunette but beautiful. "That's Tiffany Park. She's the president of Kappa Kappa Phi." Mel informed me, browsing her phone as she eats.

As they ordered some food, I looked Jax over. He was so tall, probably a foot taller than me. And his golden blonde hair sat in an undercut making his face look so handsome. He had some gruff on his face making him look rugged and a little older than he was. I kept looking to his lips. A couple nights ago kept playing in my mind. He tried to kiss me twice. Maybe it was just because he was drunk. It probably was. He wouldn't go for a girl like me. I'm so... plain. My boring brown locks and plain face was no match for his looks. I wasn't even close to the girls he liked. They were supermodels compared to me.

"Peps, you with us?" Mel snapped me out of my trance. I nodded and focused on my pizza. As I finished my last slice, a hand placed itself on the table. A male hand. The middle finger had a ring on it. I follow the hand up to the arm and finally the face. His piercing eyes stared through me and he just stood there.

"Sweet cheeks, fancy seeing you here. Melani, glad you're recovering." His toothy grin enveloped me. I felt like melting right there. I had never come close to kissing a boy before, let alone a Greek god. "This is Tatiana. She's a sorority girl. Ain't that hot?"

"I guess if you like Barbie dolls." Mel scoffed.

"Oh I definitely like them. They're better than a frump lump like your bestie here."

"I think I have to go." I excuse myself, picking up my purse and leaving. The hurt of a boy talking like that about you can really crush a person's self esteem. Consider mine crushed at that moment. I felt the tears surface to my eyes as I continued to walk to my room.

I've always been the last resort.

And that's what I was that night to Jax. A last resort.

                   ________________

As I laid in my bed, I felt my lungs burn from the coughing fit I had from running the length of the campus to get the my room. I wasn't built for running. I was built for walking and fast pacing. Not. Running.

The door creaked open and a familiar, stupid face peered inside. Jax walked over to my bed and handed me a napkin. As he walked away, he closed the door behind him, not a word to say. I looked down and started reading.

My bad about the comment. You're not grumpy. You're like a 6/10. So not  bad but just not amazing. Hope this helps.

-x Jax x-

This didn't help.

Not one bit.

I rolled my eyes and turned the napkin over so I wouldn't have to ever read it again, only to be surprised by more writing.

Sorry about the comment. I'm trying my hardest not to jump your bones.

It was scribbled our but not well. He... he wanted to.. to me? I was getting mixed signals and it wasn't good for my brain. I crumpled the napkin up and throw it in the trash.

I felt weird, my thoughts kept wandering off to his lips. Those pink lips. I bet they were soft...

The door creaks open a little bit again and I was once again greeted by Jax.

"I'm... sorry." He drawled out, looking down at his feet. He waited a minute and once he was satisfied with the silence, he walked inside and got into his bed. He turned off the light and faced the wall. He mumbled something under his breath that wasn't clear, making me question it. "I said, goodnight."

I slowly lowered myself in the covers and turned off my light. I felt like he wasn't telling the truth but didn't push it further. Closing my eyes, all I could imagine was us almost kissing.

                        ___________

I smelled pancakes. Soft and fluffy buttermilk pancakes.

My eyes popped wide open and a short stack sat on top of my night stand, syrup on the side. I looked around but no one was in sight. Did Jax get me pancakes? To say sorry again?

I didn't hesitate one more minute and dived right into my short stack. They were chocolate chip, oh my god! I was having an orgasm in my mouth. The loans coming out of me would lead you to believe I was doing something a little more strenuous and steamy.

"I guess that means I'm forgiven." Jax steps into the room from the bathroom, only in a towel.

I had to stop myself from drooling over him, those abs making my insides shiver. How was he so hot? "You may be right."

"I bet those pancakes don't taste that good."

"Bet?" I hold out a piece of pancake I tore off to offer him. Instead of taking it, his mouth engulfed it and a bit of my fingers. He licked my finger tips inside his mouth and lets them go. I was trying not to squirm as I was getting hot in my cheeks.

"I bet they don't taste as good as you." He winked, going to his dresser for a pair of jeans. I just froze, feeling hot all over.

"Are you just constantly turned on?" I rolled my eyes, try to mask the heat moving towards my thighs.

"Are you just constantly adorable and innocent?" He retorted. I blushed even harder and went back to my pancakes. He quickly paced to the bathroom and closed the door, taking his sweet time.

"I'm cute?" I whispered to myself. He called me cute. I kept picturing him, tall rugged and dangerous looking. He wasn't only handsome, he was godlike.

And I was fixated on him. Oh my lord, someone help me. I think I'm beginning to like the douche.