Jaxon + Peyton
“It’s like you don’t even care about me,” Kaicee practically shrieks, and Jaxon really, really wishes he had a beer right now. Or six. They’ve been fighting for the last ten minutes and it feels like an eternity.
“Babe, I made these plans before Valentine’s Day.”
“So some stupid party is more important than my family?”
All of this stupidity started when Jaxon told her he wouldn’t be able to go to some dumb family event of hers because of the AKA fundraiser. The one that’s been planned for months since their illustrious leader decided to rent that DJ and venue without asking anyone and put the frat back in the red. So Jaxon, being the treasurer and all, kind of has to be there. So the short answer to her question is yes, yes it is, but the long answer hopefully has more grace to it.
Jaxon takes a second too long to answer it and Kaicee’s doing that thing he absolutely hates, shoving her finger in his chest as she yells at him. She’s in his personal space in the worst way, and while the move doesn’t hurt it’s fucking annoying. And she knows it annoys him; she’s trying to rile him up anyway possible to get him to participate.
“Oh my God Jaxon, grow up already. Not everything is about keggers and beer. Just because you’re majoring in some loser field doesn’t mean you have to act like one.”
Oh right, that lie too. When they first met, Kaicee got fed the same lie everyone else in Greek Row does, that Jaxon’s a sports medicine major and his aspirations are about the same: high school gym teacher or part-time personal trainer. It never felt like a good time to tell her otherwise, and now they’re engaged and it feels awkward and distant.
But Kaicee’s struck a nerve, sort of, and Jaxon’s chest puffs up. His voice is raised, annoyed, and she has a glimmer of success in her eyes before it’s replaced by more anger.
“Not everyone follows what mommy and daddy want so they can live with their trust fund, okay?.”
She slaps him in the face hard enough for it to echo, and maybe he deserved that. But she started this all, all of it, so when she turns to storm of the room Jaxon doesn’t make any motion to stop her. Whatever.