Chapter 14 Alexis
ALEXIS
“Great class, everyone! Keep it up, and instead of getting a keg belly at college, you’ll leave with a six pack!
” The class laughs and a few girls clap.
I work at a gym not too far from campus teaching a Butts and Guts class.
It’s one of the gym's most popular classes and I love leading it.
The manager says if I keep up the good work I can move over to a personal trainer position next year, which is my ultimate goal.
As I gather my stuff to head to the showers, the classroom door flies open, slamming against the wall.
“You stupid fucking bitch!” I freeze, recognizing that voice without even having to look at the speaker.
Gasps ring out around the room. Footsteps approach, and I whip around to find Jax right in my face, with the necklace I threw away dangling from his hand.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? You have some fucking nerve.” Spit catches in the corners of his mouth, making him look rabid.
“Someone get security, please,” I call over his shoulder. I can feel the heat spreading across my cheeks. I cannot believe he’s here making a scene. “Jax, you need to leave. We are done. I don’t want to see you, talk to you, or get presents from you.”
“Oh, you think that little boy scout you’re fucking can take care of your needs? That douche probably doesn’t even know what a clit is!”
Clenching my fist, I attempt to control my rage.
“Well, he can’t be any worse at finding it than you were.
If it weren’t for your dick piercing, I wouldn’t have even been able to feel you inside of me,” I retort, the initial embarrassment out the window, replaced with anger that burns through me.
For too long, I’ve sat back and listened to people talk about me like I’m trash, like I’m worthless.
I’m over it and over being a punching bag.
Snickers come from the women that haven’t cleared out.
Jax’s face turns bright red as he lunges for me, screaming.
“Fuck you! I can’t believe I fell for your fucking act!” Spittle peppers my cheeks as he rages with his face inches from mine.
“What act? You’re insane!”
“Oh, stop, Lexie. You’ve nailed the poor girl with daddy issues act. All the while, you’re on your back, spreading your legs for anyone that wants to fuck your pussy like a whore. Well, guess what, no one will ever want a washed-up skank like you!”
Security grabs Jax and drags him out of the room.
Silence falls, and one by one, the participants that were still here finally leave, realizing the show is over.
My boss comes in and asks if I’m okay. I assure him I am, but he tells me to take the weekend and sort out my shit because he doesn’t have time for my drama in his gym.
With shaking hands, I pack up my bag, skip the locker room to avoid hearing the inevitable gossip already spreading, and head to my car.
I barely get the door closed before hot angry tears stream down my face.
Jax’s words echo in my mind, so similar to what Vivian had screamed at me last year.
Was that all anyone would ever see me as?
Can no one actually see that it was all an act?
That I only used sex to protect myself from being hurt again?
My phone bings at that moment and I see a message from Kyle.
Kyle:
Hi Alexis. I had a great time last weekend.
Sorry I haven’t called or texted. It was fun, and that kiss was WOW.
But I'm looking for a good girl. One that has saved herself for me, and I’ve heard that you are not that kind of girl, they said your nickname was Sexy Lexie.
So, I don’t think we should see each other again.
Welp, I guess that answers my questions.
No one will ever see me as anything more than a piece of ass.
Fuck, I can’t even escape that fucking nickname from high school.
What’s the point of trying when that’s all anyone will ever see?
Shame and resentment course through me, flooding my brain with too many emotions to process.
Every hurtful comment, every time I was pushed aside and forgotten, replays in my mind.
On my way home, I stop at the store and grab a large tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. My weekend is now wide open, and Marcee is going to her dad’s. Maybe I’ll just spend it with my good friends vodka and H?agen-Dazs. Yeah, that’ll make it better, I think despondently.