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in Bio if you have to make your brain work on a Monday
at 8:30. I can’t even understand how you’re passing at all.”
    “I have natural genius and several excellent
tutors.” Jaxon pretend-scowled at me.
    “Hey, are you cheating on me with other tutors?” He
pretended to pout. I rolled my eyes.
    “We don’t have an exclusive agreement, Jaxon, and
anyway why would I go to anyone else when I have you?” I stuck my tongue out at
him.
    Apart from the flirting, it was absolutely normal:
talking about sports, the latest gear and upgrades for our boards, different
techniques for working out. I couldn’t really get what was going on between us,
but I told myself that it was just one of those things. Jaxon liked me well
enough to hang out, and he flirted naturally, so in spite of the fact that I
was spending more and more time with him, there was nothing I could point to
and say that he was interested in me.
    I’d even seen him flirting it up with a girl at a
party, disappearing into his room for at least thirty minutes before he
appeared—the girl never turned up again, though; I suspected she either passed
out on his bed or snuck out after the hook up and I just didn’t see. If he was
hooking up with girls, he couldn’t possibly be all that interested in me. It
obviously wasn’t a matter of him being too shy to make a move—he wasn’t shy
about making a move on anyone. So I appreciated the company on my way to
classes and the help in the gym and on the practice track and assumed that it
was all there was to it. I wasn’t going to just be some stupid girl hanging on
his every word, especially if there were plenty of other guys who were
obviously interested in me. I didn’t go after any of them, but I didn’t rule
any of them out either, even though I hesitated—just a little bit—to go for any
of the other guys in the frat, because it would make things weird between me and Jax .

 
    CHAPTER
6
    If I hadn’t gotten used to hanging out with Jaxon,
it would have been at least a little bit weird to find myself on the couch in
the Phi Kappa living room, all alone, watching the game with him. There had
been a few guys hanging out before, but the game wasn’t really all that
interesting. It was Patriots at Ravens, but it really wasn’t very thrilling at
all—even I had to admit that. “You know, I feel like the really big teams just
aren’t as much fun to watch,” I said to Jaxon. He shrugged.
    “Sometimes if you get two really well-matched teams
it’s good, though.” I made a face.
    “Well you either end up getting a shut-out game or
it’s like this, no one really scoring, no one really advancing. It’s a total
snooze-fest.” The few guys who had been hanging out to watch the game had gone
off on a beer run; they’d run out before the game even got properly started,
and Fred commented that with a game that boring you needed plenty of alcohol to
make it interesting. Everyone had piled into one of the cars to head to the
grocery store; only Jaxon and I had stayed behind. I had noticed that Jaxon had
looked in my direction when the guys invited me to pile in with them—“You’re
tiny enough to sit on someone’s lap, it’ll be fine,” Jeremy had said, giving me
a suggestive leer. I just shrugged and said that after the Pre-Cal exam I’d
taken that afternoon, I wanted nothing more than to sit on the couch and watch
TV. Jaxon said that he was watching the game to make sure the buddy he’d placed
a bet with wouldn’t try and welsh on him, and everyone had just accepted it and
left.
    I was thinking that, even if I didn’t think Jaxon
was interested in me as a girlfriend or anything like that, he clearly wanted
to hang out with me. I didn’t know what to think about that; it was back and
forth, constantly, in my brain—so frustrating that more than once I’d almost
decided to just start turning down invitations to hang out. “What do you think
about the team making a trip out to the mountains