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changed, and I was once more one of
the guys, hanging out, drinking, partying and watching games. I helped one of
the first-year members with an English essay, one of the seniors on his History
take-home test, and everything seemed to be smoothing out all around me. I
could almost forget that anything had happened with Jaxon at all; before he had
started flirting with me he hadn’t paid me that much attention, and now he was
avoiding me altogether. What a damn baby, I thought when I saw him skulk through a room I was in, heading for his bedroom
or the kitchen.
My lonely walks to my morning classes were a little
bit of a loss, but I had walked to class alone before anything had happened
with Jaxon, so it wasn’t as though it was a huge change in my life. I worked
out in the gym, I played pickup games, and I went to snowboarding practice.
When it came time for us to start hitting the slopes for real, I caught a ride
with one of the girls, not even hoping to ride up with Jaxon. We carpooled to
the mountains and I got to break out my winter wear, and got to really enjoy
the snow. If it weren’t for the tension whenever Jaxon and I happened to be in
the same area, I wouldn’t have ever even known he was there. I made better
friends with some of the other members of the team and did my own thing,
practicing hard, getting in as much training as I possibly could.
It would have been fine if it weren’t for the fact
that Jaxon didn’t just ignore me. Everywhere we ran into each other—whenever I
was in the frat house and he came into the room, or whenever we had practice
together, the few odd times we ended up in the gym at the same time—there was an awkwardness , a tension—almost anger from Jaxon. It was
exhausting, and part of me was tempted to have it out with him, to tell him he
was being a giant baby and point out that I was doing my part—I had totally
moved on with my life. So why was he acting like an asshole and making a point
of ignoring me? If he really wanted to act like nothing had happened, he should at least pretend like I existed; he should at
least say hi to me, or respond when I made a comment about something he liked.
It surprised me that no one in the frat seemed to
have any clue. They were totally oblivious to the tension between Jaxon and me,
they didn’t even notice the ways he snubbed me over and over again. He couldn’t
make them not invite me to parties—he would have to tell them why. He couldn’t
even say anything to me in front of them about what was going on. But he
seethed and glared at me when he thought no one was looking, and I could
definitely get the message that he would rather I didn’t come around at
all—that I should not just move on like nothing had happened between us but
instead move on from hanging out at the frat altogether. I was tired of his
pettiness. I wasn’t going to ruin my life just because he couldn’t deal with me
being friends with his frat brothers.
I tried my best to just stay out of Jaxon’s way
whenever I was in the Phi Kappa house, but no one in the frat seemed to think
anything of the situation—they didn’t even know that there was one. As long as
Jaxon didn’t explode and tell them all that he’d nailed me and now didn’t want
me around, things would probably remain that way. No one questioned my right to
be there, no one said anything about the tension I could feel like a physical
substance between me and Jaxon, and as far as I could
tell they were all dense enough not to have even noticed it. The rest of the
team didn’t say anything about it either and I didn’t know if that was because
they didn’t want to start a fight or if they just didn’t know there was
anything going on. I didn’t care—I would rather not talk about it myself, and
would rather just keep things on as even a keel as possible. It wasn’t hard to
avoid Jaxon, it wasn’t hard to give him space, and in spite of the lingering
resentment and hurt I felt, I told
the guys, hanging out, drinking, partying and watching games. I helped one of
the first-year members with an English essay, one of the seniors on his History
take-home test, and everything seemed to be smoothing out all around me. I
could almost forget that anything had happened with Jaxon at all; before he had
started flirting with me he hadn’t paid me that much attention, and now he was
avoiding me altogether. What a damn baby, I thought when I saw him skulk through a room I was in, heading for his bedroom
or the kitchen.
My lonely walks to my morning classes were a little
bit of a loss, but I had walked to class alone before anything had happened
with Jaxon, so it wasn’t as though it was a huge change in my life. I worked
out in the gym, I played pickup games, and I went to snowboarding practice.
When it came time for us to start hitting the slopes for real, I caught a ride
with one of the girls, not even hoping to ride up with Jaxon. We carpooled to
the mountains and I got to break out my winter wear, and got to really enjoy
the snow. If it weren’t for the tension whenever Jaxon and I happened to be in
the same area, I wouldn’t have ever even known he was there. I made better
friends with some of the other members of the team and did my own thing,
practicing hard, getting in as much training as I possibly could.
It would have been fine if it weren’t for the fact
that Jaxon didn’t just ignore me. Everywhere we ran into each other—whenever I
was in the frat house and he came into the room, or whenever we had practice
together, the few odd times we ended up in the gym at the same time—there was an awkwardness , a tension—almost anger from Jaxon. It was
exhausting, and part of me was tempted to have it out with him, to tell him he
was being a giant baby and point out that I was doing my part—I had totally
moved on with my life. So why was he acting like an asshole and making a point
of ignoring me? If he really wanted to act like nothing had happened, he should at least pretend like I existed; he should at
least say hi to me, or respond when I made a comment about something he liked.
It surprised me that no one in the frat seemed to
have any clue. They were totally oblivious to the tension between Jaxon and me,
they didn’t even notice the ways he snubbed me over and over again. He couldn’t
make them not invite me to parties—he would have to tell them why. He couldn’t
even say anything to me in front of them about what was going on. But he
seethed and glared at me when he thought no one was looking, and I could
definitely get the message that he would rather I didn’t come around at
all—that I should not just move on like nothing had happened between us but
instead move on from hanging out at the frat altogether. I was tired of his
pettiness. I wasn’t going to ruin my life just because he couldn’t deal with me
being friends with his frat brothers.
I tried my best to just stay out of Jaxon’s way
whenever I was in the Phi Kappa house, but no one in the frat seemed to think
anything of the situation—they didn’t even know that there was one. As long as
Jaxon didn’t explode and tell them all that he’d nailed me and now didn’t want
me around, things would probably remain that way. No one questioned my right to
be there, no one said anything about the tension I could feel like a physical
substance between me and Jaxon, and as far as I could
tell they were all dense enough not to have even noticed it. The rest of the
team didn’t say anything about it either and I didn’t know if that was because
they didn’t want to start a fight or if they just didn’t know there was
anything going on. I didn’t care—I would rather not talk about it myself, and
would rather just keep things on as even a keel as possible. It wasn’t hard to
avoid Jaxon, it wasn’t hard to give him space, and in spite of the lingering
resentment and hurt I felt, I told
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