Chapter 11
Jaxon
All day, I’d checked my phone in between practice breaks, expecting to see a text from Bristol. Ryan hadn’t said a word to me, so he obviously didn’t know that I’d been seeing her yet. It was only a matter of time. The way I was with her yesterday was so strange to me. I’d never given a s**t about any girl before her and there I was, telling her about my mother. I never discussed private matters with anyone, not even my friends. Maybe I was closed off and that was why I liked being a d**k. No one could get close to me if I pushed everyone away.
However, the main turning point with me and Bristol was when she picked out the paintings. The initials in the corner weren’t a T and a B like I had suggested . . . they were a J and an R. They were mine—my paintings, my first pu
