dropping all chapters now x

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Sandejases are famous for being fucking impatient.

Pax knocks his fist on the door again.

"You're early!" she groans from the other side of the door. "I'm not done!"

"I don't fucking give a shit."

"Of course you don't." He hears her rolling her eyes and his lips twitch. "I'm—I'm not wearing makeup yet and my hair—"

"Open the fucking door, Song."

"No." The word is firm, but her voice shakes. "Wait for me in the common room. No—actually, go to breakfast first, I'm going to take too long. Who told you to be an hour early, anyway?"

Pax stares at the door.

It's a few moments before Song says, "You're still there, aren't you?"

He really, really wants to see her. Now, goddamn it.

"God." She opens it forcefully, and Pax considers it a great fucking privilege to get to see her chosen color for today first. It's yellow. "You're so stubborn, did you—"

Pax steps forward, holds her face in his hands and kisses her.

She doesn't move. Pax pulls back.

God, God. His thumbs brush over her cheeks, eyes on her face and uncurled hair.

"Good morning?" she whispers, like a question.

Pax can't help his fucking grin. "Good fucking morning."

Song clears her throat, looking away, and points to her bed. "Sit there. You can watch me do my hair and makeup, but don't complain if I'm taking too long."

Pax sits on her bed with his legs spread and doesn't say shit. He plays with the head of her pink bear stuffed toy he won for her at the park.

Why the fuck would he complain. This shit is fascinating. Her hands are fucking small and dainty and pretty but they're fucking meticulous and thorough.

She's so fucking pretty. Before and after the makeup.

Song glances at him, eyebrows drawn together.

Pax merely stares at her, raising his eyebrow.

She shakes her head, lips tilting up, and returns to her mirror.

Pax stands up and sits next to her. "How do you fucking take it off."

Song blinks up at him. "The makeup?"

He stares at the materials on the desk. He's so fucking dumb when it comes to this shit.

She's smiling when she shows him a bottle and some cotton shit. "I need to spread some of this oil over these and swipe it all over my face."

Pax nods once and stays there, head on his fist as he watches her.

When she's done, she takes his outstretched hand and leads him to breakfast, smiling widely. Pax tosses her the table napkin on her legs and makes space for her fucking designer bag because she never puts it on the floor.

She kisses his cheek again before leaving for her next class and Pax's ears are red.

At lacrosse, he makes Wesfuck do twenty more laps than needed because he's captain and because he fucking feels like it. He gives him a glare and Pax raises an eyebrow, swinging his stick, and the jackshitfuck doesn't say anything and just continues with his laps.

Pax is benching him for the rest of the fucking games this season.

If he had his way, he'd make him grovel at the floor Song walks on.

After his shower, he frowns when he doesn't see a text on his phone and he messages her. when the fuck is pax time

Song reads that almost immediately. You're not going out with your teammates?

They told him they were going to eat but Pax wants to see his fucking girl. where the fuck r u

Library. :)

Pax sits down next to her as soon as he finds her and kisses her bare shoulder.

"Hi," Song says, giving him a stomach-churning smile. "Study with me while you're here. I'm worried about your grades."

He scowls, but she gives him a stern look that has him bringing out his fucking books.

Pax leaves to buy her coffee, annoyed she's too focused on her work, and sets it front of her when he demands, "It's been fucking real for two months but I want shit to be clear—this is real. This dating shit."

Song doesn't hear him, not even looking up from her laptop.

Pax frowns, forcefully hitting her coffee on the desk.

She looks up at him, blinks, and says, "I know it's real, Pax."

Fucking phew. Okay. Good shit.

Song looks back at her laptop with her lip between her teeth.

Pax frowns some more. The fuck?

She catches his look and sighs, leaning on the table. "I don't want you to get tired," she whispers.

"The only fucking tired I'll be is after sex."

Song covers his mouth, eyes wide. "Pax! We are at the library!"

"So fucking what."

"You're insufferable."

"You're fucking mine." He drops his head to her shoulder again and kisses that.

Song threads her fingers in his hair and says, smiling, "Mm. Definitely keeping you."

*

Aaron glares at him in class. "How's it like dating Elyse Song, asshole."

Pax doesn't bother with a response, just breaks his candy in between his teeth, trying to fight his smile and his fucking butterflies.

They don't have class together today and Pax's phone isn't doing shit. He texts her. when the fuck is pax time goddamn it

The rest of the afternoon passes with no fucking response.

stop fucking ignoring me song

Pax sits on his bed, glaring at his phone like it murdered all his family members until it lights up and he dives for it.

Sorry! Tutoring right now and bed right after. No Pax time today. :)

NO PAX TIME?!

No. He refuses. He is protesting against this movement.

Pax takes his shit and speedwalks all the way to the student lounge and almost commits fucking homicide seeing the assprick looking at Song with heart fucking eyes, staring at her and her mouth instead of the fucking book.

Pax stalks towards them and scrapes the chair across from his girlfriend.

Song—Elyse looks up, blinks, and says, "Pax."

The assprick sits up straight and moves back.

Pax spreads his legs and leans against the chair, tilting his chin up. Continue, he's saying.

Elyse sighs, rolls her eyes, and focuses her attention back on the book.

All the while, Pax stares at the assprick, eating his candy, while he keeps stealing nervous fucking glances at Pax, meeting his eyes. The assprick moves further away from Elyse and the corner of his lips tilt up into a smirk.

"Pax," Elyse says with a sweet smile, finally turning to him. "You're distracting my student."

"He's distracting me with his fucking face."

"Pax," Elyse snaps, appalled.

"Are you distracted?" Pax asks the assprick.

"No," he squeaks.

Good, 'cause you fucking weren't when you were staring at my fucking girlfriend, either.

Elyse rolls her eyes again and continues on, and when it's finally done and the assprick fucking leaves, she huffs at Pax and says, "Don't do that ever again. Hold this." She tosses him her mirror.

Pax grunts in annoyance and holds it up for her while she takes out her lipstick.

His eyes follow the movement of her hand to her lips and he gulps at the pink fucking color he wants to smudge.

When Elyse is done with her lips, she looks at her hair. Pax scowls because his arm is starting to fucking hurt but he doesn't say shit. He's a lacrosse player, damn it.

When she's done, she smiles brightly and takes back the mirror. "Come on, walk me back."

At the dorms, Pax begins pulling her to the direction of his room with her hand in his, but Elyse stays in her spot towards the girls and shakes her head.

He swings their hands, wanting to pull—

"Why the fuck not," Pax bites out, angry and whining. He wants fucking cuddles and fucking spooning, damn it!

"I still have work to do, and you're going to distract me. Plus, you don't have a makeup remover," she says, tiptoeing to tilt his chin towards her and kisses him slowly. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Pax stomps his way to his room.

"Are you—" Aaron gasps, eyes wide. "Are you pouting?"

Pax throws a pillow at him.

In the morning, Elyse is outside his door, and she throws her arms around his neck and smiles brightly. She's wearing fucking green today. "Good morning."

Pax sneers at her.

She clicks her tongue and taps his lips. "Oh, don't be mad, you big baby. I'm here to ask for your jersey for your game tonight. I don't like sitting at the bleachers because my clothes get really dirty, but I'll go for you."

Pax stares at her. She's—Elyse has never worn anything that's not from her closet and she's certainly never fucking worn her ex's jerseys before.

Elyse blinks and says slowly, "Unless you don't want me to—"

He almost throws his jersey in her face but composes himself and just—thrusts it in her arms. She would kick his ass for ruining her hair and makeup if he threw it in her pretty fucking face.

Pax asks for a good luck kiss against the bleachers with his hoodie under thighs so her outfit doesn't get fucking dirty. She's in his jersey and this cuteass skirt he wants to fucking tear off later.

Also:

"No," Pax bites out, looking at the facial fucking masks shit.

She raises an eyebrow at him. "No?"

He scowls and lies down on her lap, lets her put the facial mask over his face. "Fuck this shit."

Elyse gives him a quick kiss for cooperating and takes a picture and he fucking knows she'll hold that over his head to send to his fucking asshole brothers.

Elyse also texts him one morning. I want to ride your motorcycle.

Pax's eyebrows raise. lucky motorcycle

Pax!

He grins. He doesn't let anyone on his bike but Elyse says she wants to ride it, then fucking fine.

"Please go slow," she says behind him, arms around his waist, and Pax hisses when she presses her front further to his back.

He goes slow at first. But then he wants her to hug him tight so he presses on the gas.

"Pax!" Elyse squeals, tightening her arms, chest to his back, head to his nape. She bites his neck. "I hate you!"

She's so fucking cute. Pax laughs under his breath and slows down.

So fucking bold, too. Good morning! I can't wait to see you tonight. :)

Pax slams his head on his locker when he gets that message after changing to his jersey. He shuts his eyes, breathing out slowly, clutching the phone in his hand.

Fuck her, damn it, he's red and feeling butterflies and shit.

It's Saturday team practice and he's picking her up right after his shower for her shopping shit. She said she wants him to go with her and who the fuck is he to say no.

When he evens his breathing, he types his reply. fucking hell shut up

That's code for 'you're making me blush, stop it.' Here's another one: I like you so much.

SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP JESUS CSHRIST

Flushed, Pax tosses his phone in his bag, slams his locker closed, and heads out to the field.

In the locker room, he cannot fucking shower and get dressed and drive fast enough to see her.

Elyse hasn't put on her seatbelt yet when Pax leans over and kisses her.

"Hi," she says, smiling widely.

Pax kisses her again.

At the mall, she drags him around everywhere, he doesn't even fucking know, just watches her face light up while she's putting on shoes and looking at bags and makeup and fucking stationery.

She looks at him with her eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you just...staring."

"Your face. I fucking like it. Your hand." He raises it where their fingers are entwined. "Fucking small."

It makes her laugh loudly. She rises up on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek for that.

Pax also figured out that he could be talked into a fucking college formal with just four words from Elyse: "Wear this for me?"

There was no talking involved, actually. Elyse, brilliant fucking piece of ass she is, asked him to go with her to this lameass formal and put on the black button-down she bought for him months ago while fucking kissing him.

How was he supposed to say no?!

Besides, even if he bitched a storm about it, he's not going to say shit if it means making her fucking smile.

Shit. His brothers are fucking rubbing off him.

They go back to their dorms that night and Pax kicks the door closed, kissing her hard, hands occupied under her thighs with her legs wrapped around him, and then he tosses her on the bed and yanks up her fucking skirt.

"Oh my God, I can't." Elyse covers her face.

Pax slaps them away and glares at her.

She's always calm and fucking collected, he needs this. She needs this.

"I fucking love you like this," Pax whispers, kissing her. "Fucking love it when you give up your control. When you can't help yourself. Trust me."

"I do." She almost whispers this.

He grins, kisses her again, and puts his hands on her legs, spreading them apart.

"Don't you dare tear my stockings," she bites out, glaring at him.

Pax stares at her and rips them off.

"Pax!" she gasps, jaw dropping. "I can't believe you—wait!"

Pax grunts in annoyance, bites her thigh in impatience before he raises his head in between her legs.

God, she looks fucking glorious. "Pax, no, I don't—" She swallows thickly, tries to close her legs together. "I've never—and when they suggested it, it always—always feels like they're doing me a huge favor so I said no—"

Goddamn it. She's fucking stuttering because of him, Jesus Christ.

Pax slides his body over hers to grip her chin and kiss her. "Ah, love," he rasps, kisses her again, "this is doing me a huge fucking favor."

He gives her his shirt to sleep in and grabs her before she can find sweatpants. "Wait, Pax, I have to get my makeup off!"

Oh, right. He stands up, points to the desk, and heads to the bathroom.

Elyse blinks and sits down on the chair.

Pax takes out the bottle he bought—the same as the one she showed him—and the fucking pads.

"You—you bought a makeup remover?"

He's focused on putting the amount on the pad, frowning. Is this enough?

Pax squats in between her legs and swipes it across her cheek. He takes everything off slowly.

When he's done, Elyse blinks, stands up slowly, and heads to the bathroom to wash her face.

He sits down on the bed, mouth twitching at the sight of her in just his shirt and fucking underwear.

"Why'd you buy that," she whispers, straddling him.

Pax's hands go to her waist under her shirt. "I fucking wanted to."

"You went to the formal with me, too."

He stares at her.

Elyse grins. "I want to do something."

She pulls his pants down and crawls backward.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

Pax can't feel his fucking legs and can only mutter, "Good girl."

He raises her up and kisses her afterwards, and she laughs in his mouth.

"Don't fucking run away this time," Pax warns in her ear, pulling her to him, kissing her temple.

"No plans to," she whispers, and then her breath slows.