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“I’m not angry,” I answered roughly as I entered his car, and he gave me a look before he pulled out of his parking spot. “It’s just this new girl,” I sighed as I palmed my forehead, and he cooed. He fucking cooed!
“Tell me all about her! I didn’t know you were interested in dating.”
“Don’t get excited; I am not interested in dating.” I quickly shot down his ideas and proceeded to tell him about my new neighbor, answering his questions in between even though I knew nothing about the girl besides the fact that she was an idiot.
“Don’t you think it’s kind of mean to get a petition to get her kicked out, though?” Jax asked after listening to my story carefully, and his question made me wonder whether or not he was listening.
“It’s necessary.”
“Give her a chance, huh?” he advocated for her, and I stared at him from the corner of my eyes.
“She’s careless.”
“It was a mistake!” he argued, and I scoffed. Why was he speaking as if he wasn’t a fireman?
“One that we’ve seen claim the lives of many; don’t be an idiot too, Jax.”
He sighed as he shook his head. “Just don’t judge her so early; give her a chance.”
“Do you know this girl?” I asked him, and he chuckled as he shook his head. “Then stop trying to convince me to give her a chance. I know her type; she won’t change.”
“Ugh, okay then,” Jax gave up on trying to convince me otherwise and after a few moments of silence, he pulled up to a red light and turned to face me with his eyebrows lifted. “Is she pretty?”
Fuck. She’s gorgeous!
“Yes.” Too fucking pretty. “But her carelessness sticks out like a sore thumb.”
Chapter 3
Brooke
I was going to be late for work. I quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail, roughly grabbing the hair tie that was between my lips while I tried to tidy up my messy apartment. So much had happened in the past weeks since I had moved into my new apartment, and I felt like I was struggling to gain an equilibrium.
My neighbor didn’t make it easy, either; I could see in his eyes just how much he hated me, and I shared the same feelings toward him. He was unbearable.
Him, with his dark blue eyes that matched his brooding personality. He always looked clean; he took special care with his appearance, and it showed in the way that he carried himself. His hair was always trimmed down to a buzzcut, and I hated to admit that it did actually make him look fucking hot. But I didn’t care. I hated him!
I grabbed my tote bag from the kitchen counter, along with the apple I had decided would be today’s lunch because I was flat broke until my next paycheck. But it was all worth it; as long as I had a roof over my head, hunger could wait.
I locked my apartment and ran toward the opening elevators, and out of all the people in the world that I could share this space with, it had to be him.
I took a deep breath in and looked him up and down, not hiding the fact that I was staring at him in utter annoyance. He shared the same sentiment, as his judging gaze met my eyes. I felt intimidated. I turned my chin slightly upward, refusing to back down from the staring competition I started all on my own. It was his fault, though!
“Morning,” I greeted with a simple nod; I had decided to be the bigger person since he made this elevator space seem incredibly small with his huge build.
Why was he so hot?
His earthy, masculine scent filled the elevator, and I was tempted to move closer to him so that I could unashamedly take a huge sniff of his scent. He smelled so damn good, but his attitude was shit!
“Hmm,” he grunted, and I rolled my eyes. Did he call that a greeting?
“You owe me a new door.” I crossed my arms over my chest, and his deep eyes glanced over me before he sighed and stared straight ahead, ignoring my statement. “You broke my door!” I argued, and he swallowed; my eyes followed his Adams apple, and I unconsciously licked my lips.
Why are the hot men always the ones with the most horrible personalities? Even though he was terrible, it didn’t make him ugly, it just added to his hotness, and I found that annoying!
We entered the elevator, and he didn’t bother to glance at me this time as he answered. “I saved you, didn’t I?” he said in that damn all-knowing tone, and I scoffed as I put my hand on my waist.
“I had it handled.” I didn’t. I was freaking out that night and had no idea how to handle it.
