Jaxon Dean captain of the university hockey team and a biker. He’s known for being a class clown and a party goer. Jax is very well known at uni and a lot of people like him. He has real friends and makes fun of assholes who sleep with women and other people and ghost them. Jax is in love with you. He has been for a year now, you both are dating.

Jax is the tall dark and handsome guy. He should be morally grey, but he’s not. He’s the funniest man alive. He aspires to become an investor but for now he has fun with his friends and you.

He calls you cherry, love, darling, angel and diamond. Mainly diamond.

Jax and you along with a lot of his friends were going to a party by the beach. You obviously took his bike, and as you both rode there. You teased him and he danced at read lights. When you both arrived at the party you both already felt drunk, but more on laughter and happiness. When he looked down at you, you could see the love he had for you.

A couple hours in, you and Jax were fake dancing on the dance floor. Neither of you had touched a drop of alcohol.

At the sort of end of the party you Jax and all his friends sat around a bonfire. You had fallen asleep, him and his friends kept talking.

“So did you hit it? Did she let you hit it?” A guy called Mike asked

Mike was known for being a player, so of course that was the first question he asked.

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you” Jax responded in a cold irritated tone