《My best friends brother》Chapter 10
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"Mom fell for her brothers best friend which is my dad" Jax said. I nodded. We sat down on the couch and I laid my legs over his lap. He put his one arm on them and the other on the back of the couch behind me.
"Was your uncle okay with it?" I asked.
"Not at first" he answered. I nodded.
"But with some time he got use to the idea of having his best friend be with his sister. That he was already family so" he added.
"I'm already family?" I asked.
"You've been best friends with Bree since you were what four or five?" He replied. I nodded.
"You're also always here so I'd say yeah. You're apart of the family" he added. I snuggle into him and he moves his arm from the back of the couch around me. He kissed my forehead and rubs my side. His mom came in with a bag and put it on my legs. She leaves the room and Jaxon opens it. He laughs.
"What?" I asked.
"Rubbers" he answered. I start laughing too.
Jaxon took me back to my house. We went upstairs and it was colder in my room. I look at him.
"I know. I know. I gotta fix it" he said.
"Why don't we go back to my house tonight and tomorrow morning I'll come back and fix it?" He suggested. I nodded and grabbed my bag. I went over to the closet and grabbed some clothes.
"You don't have to bring clothes babe" he said smiling.
"Then what am I going to wear?" I asked.
"My stuff" he answered.
"I can't wear it to school Monday" I replied.
"You can wear my sweats and a shirt" he shrugged. I nodded and left my bag.
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We went back to his house. Going upstairs we heard.
"Don't forget protection" from his dad.
"No grand babies yet" his mom called up too.
"Run" He said. I nodded and we ran up to his room. He closed the door and locked it shaking his head. I went over to his dresser and grabbed a shirt. I stripped out of my clothes and put it on. He pulled me to him. He was on the bed and laid back with me on top of him. He started to tickle me and I laughed.
"Jax stop please" I begging in between laughs. He stopped and pulled me closer to him.
"What do you want to do?" He asked.
"I want food" I answered. He nodded and pulled his phone out. He ordered pizza.
"Should be here in a half an hour" he said putting his phone away. I nodded and put black ops 3 in. He sat down next to me and grabbed a controller.
"Ready to kick some zombie ass?" He asked.
"Yes" I answered smiling. He nodded and we started the game.
"Jaxon I need you to give me a ride" Bree said coming in his room without knocking. I look at her and she was on her phone.
"You're grounded" he replied. She looked up only to glare at us.
"You just don't want to stop playing you're stupid game with your hoe" she responded. I saw his hand tighten on the controller. He set it down and stood up. He was facing her.
"Lena is not a hoe. Just because we are in a relationship does not mean you need to treat her this way. She's been your best friend for years. Stop being a baby and get over it" he yelled. She grabbed his book off the stand and threw it at him. He ducked and it hit my head and I fell off his bed. I got up and put my hand to the spot it hit. He came over to me and looked at it.
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"Aubrey get out" he yelled. She rolled her eyes and stormed out.
"Still think she needs time?" I asked.
"I don't know what's wrong with her" he answered.
"She hates me" I replied.
"I'll be right back. I'm gonna go get some ice for your head" he responded. I nodded and he left the room. I heard yelling from downstairs. It was their parents and Bree's voices. I heard Jaxon yell in a few times. A few minutes passed and he came upstairs with some ice. Aubrey's door slammed shut.
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