Thirty Three

“I love you,” I exclaimed, startled as I glanced to my side, only to find Jaxon lowering his shades. He was dressed in fitted denim jeans, a white t-shirt, and a denim jacket, paired with high-cut boots. He looked ravishing, but instead of saying those words, I smacked him. “Ouch! Why’d you hit me like that?” he teased, pretending it hurt, though it didn’t. He’s just being dramatic.

“You’re ten minutes late, and now you’re acting like nothing happened?” I retorted, smacking him again, and guess what? He was just laughing. What the heck?

“Oh no, I’m still young! I’m still a virgin!” he exclaimed, hugging himself, which annoyed me even more. I was already in a bad mood because I was hungry, and now this guy is adding to it?

“You’re crazy!” I replied, but I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Why were you late anyway?” I started walking, and he grabbed my hand, walking alongside me. Everyone was looking at us, I couldn’t tell if it was because he was with me or because he’s hands