My boyfriend needs a place to crash," my roommate Carla says.
My heart is banging against my chest, I want to puke or scream. This wasn't happening there was no way her boyfriend was staying here. I watch as she changes her sheets and fluff her pillows. She looks anxious and nervous, I want to comfort her but who will comfort me?
"Doesn't he have friends," I say calmly.
"That's where he's been crashing this whole time. But he doesn't like to be around them that much," she says.
"Why?" I say. I only met her boyfriend once and in that short time and I knew two things. One he was intimidating and two incredibly hot.
"Please Nick I will owe you one," she says.
"Okay," I say pleasantly. It couldn't be that bad maybe he will ignore me.
Two hours later and Jax arrives, I hear his heavy suitcases bounce off the wooden floor. I want to stay in my room but I decide to greet him. I walk into the living room of our sort of tiny apartment. Carla is unpacking Jax's stuff while he's sitting on the couch flipping through channels. I take a huge breath and I walk toward them.
"Hi guys," I chirp.
Jax's electric blue eyes lock on mine. His thick dark brows narrow with annoyance. I break contract and look at Carla.
"Hey," she smiles.
