Chapter 10 Alexis
ALEXIS
I fling my apartment door open with more force than necessary, the sharp crack of it ricocheting off the wall, echoing through the space like a gunshot.
Catching it on the swing back, I slam it closed with unadulterated rage.
Pictures rattle on the walls as I stand there with my chest heaving and jaw clenched, grinding my molars.
Marcee is standing in the kitchen with oven mitts on her hands, holding a pan halfway between the open oven door and the counter.
“Jax is a fucking dickfaced, mother fucking, worthless, ass fucking, cheating piece of shit!” I scream as I flop onto the barstool along the counter that stretches between our kitchen and living room.
Marcee’s eyes go wide as she plops the pan down onto the counter and grabs her phone that was perched on a couple of cookbooks. “Uh, I’m going to have to call you back.” Disconnecting the call, her gaze shifts to mine.
“I can’t believe I wasted five fucking months on that idiot. He was a decent lay, but really, if it weren’t for the piercing, his tiny dick wouldn’t have had any impact!” My breath is coming in gasps, anger consuming me.
Marcee takes my hand and leads me to the couch. “Slow down, hun, what happened?”
Pressing my lips together to still the wobble I feel in them, I refuse to cry over that tiny dicked moron. “So, you know how this weekend would be the six-month anniversary of when he gave me my first tattoo?”
She nods because of course she remembers, Marcee is like that, always there for everyone, remembering all the details.
“I bought some sexy lingerie and showed up at his place with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. That’s why I’m in this stupid trench coat like some drifter!
I showed up at his house like an idiot ready to surprise him!
” I stand up and untie the trench coat, showing her the lingerie that I’m wearing underneath.
“But he wasn’t alone, he was balls deep inside the fucking piercing girl from his shop! ”
“Oh my gosh! No!”
“Yes! And they were pretty quiet, probably cause he sucks in bed. Anyways, I walked in wearing just this.” I sweep my hand up and down along my scantily clad body.
“What did he do?”
“He just stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights, but that bitch he was fucking smiled at me and asked if I wanted to join them!” Marcee’s gasp is over the top dramatic, but I love her for it.
“That fucker doesn’t deserve you!” She’s so cute when she cusses that I almost smile—almost. She paces the length of the room.
“I'm serious, girl! He is lucky you gave him a chance. I know you liked him, but I’m glad I can finally say this. The douche looked like a boy band wannabe. And who is he trying to fool with the name Jax? I saw his license when we went to a club, his name is Jackson!”
I spring from the couch, pulling her into a tight hug, and finally let myself cry.
“Thank you for that, hun. I think deep down I knew he wasn’t going to be long term, but I finally wanted to try to have something real, ya know?
Like you and Tanner have. Maybe I just need to accept that I'm not that kind of girl, that I'm good for a time but not for the long term.” The thought settles like a stone in my stomach. After all this time, I hoped someone would finally want me for something more, something real. It isn’t even my relationship with Jax specifically that makes this hurt, it’s the blinding neon flashing sign telling me I’m not enough.
Marcee grips my hands hard. “Alexis Diane Wayfield, you listen to me right now! Jax definitely wasn’t the one, but I know, I know, that the right man for you is out there. And you deserve someone that will cherish and love you and see you for who you are.”
I give her a watery smile, half crying over Jax, half crying over my luck in having her as my best friend. “Well, I’m all dolled up and ready to make some poor choices. What do ya think? Want to get wasted?” Raising my eyebrows a few times, I stare her down.
“Sure, I can see if Tanner can pick us up so we don’t have to Uber home.”
“Ugh, I'm going to miss the free tattoos, though.”
Marcee gives me an are you kidding me look. “Oh yes, how will you ever afford to pay for tattoos Ms. I have a two hundred fifty k credit card limit!”
“Yes, but it's the principle of it!”
We laugh and chat as we get ready, making a mental checklist for next week.
First, get my shit from Jax’s place, second, get tested.
We always used condoms, but still, I feel gross just thinking of who else he might’ve been screwing while we were together.
My phone chimes and I grab it while I head to the kitchen to pre-drink as Marcee gets ready.
I was quick since I decided to just wear the lingerie top with a skirt tonight.
When I see Jax’s name on the screen, I debate not even reading it, but curiosity wins out.
Jax:
Alexis, babe, please come back. I told Chloe to leave. It was a stupid mistake, and I want to make it up to you. I really think I could get to where I might love you someday.
Wow! I'm swooning over here. Rolling my eyes, I fire back.
Me:
It’s over, lose my number Jackson.
Smiling triumphantly, I move to shut off my phone when it pings. Sighing, expecting to see more of Jax’s excuses, my world tilts ever so slightly when I see a different name on the screen. Finn.