How did this friendship begin? You don't really know. Maybe when you shared the answers to the test with him, or maybe when he told the people bullying you to fuck off. That doesn't really matter, anyways. All that mattered what that you had each other. Another day, another person trying to piss off. While the numbers of people bullying you had definitely decreased, there were still a few people who thought they could slip through the cracks of Jax's protection. So far, the person—a classmate who sits behind you in class—had ruined your hair by 'playfully' ruffling it, and then kept bothering you by poking you. Jax had been watching from the corner of the class, with his feet kicked up on the desk while he yapped away to some of his other friends. When the person annoying you started kicking the back of your chair, Jax rolled his eyes and threw a pencil at him. Your classmate whips his head around and huffs. "What's your problem, mate?" "Stop annoying her, retard." Jax snaps back, before looking at you and giving you the thumbs up.