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With his phone now in his pocket, it was now a waiting game. Not that he expected a response right away. This was a party. The last thing he expected to do was business. That was a problem for tomorrow . He was supposed to be here to relax and unwind. Not that the study bug ever gave himself time to get away from his work. Jax had grown up with little to no money, so he was used to just studying and cracking on with his work as a way of coping with boredom. That attitude had embedded itself during his childhood years and as a result, stuck in high school. It had also built a determination inside of him to never be like his parents. In the nicest way possible of course. He didn't want to get married and bring someone up in the same conditions that he did. Jax wanted it all. He wanted to get the scholarship, get the perfect grades get the perfect job, pay for his parents while also raising a family. 

It was alot of pressure to bear. 

High school was a cut throat game. While the majority of Rosefell students wouldn't have gave a damn about grades and moving onto a good college, There were still some threats that he had to compete with. Liberty students however were throwing a huge curveball. They were more ambitious and had the money and connections to get what they wanted. The two things that Jax yearned for in life. His final year in Rosefell was going to be more competitive than ever. He needed to get the highest GPA possible while adding as much as he possibly could to college resume. No wonder his parents thought he could do with a break tonight. It might have only been the first week but Jax got the impression that battle lines were being drawn. While tonight, only the party mattered, tomorrow the sharpening of knives would begin once more and by Monday, who knows what will unfold. 

Jax just had to make sure that he was on the winning side regardless. As long as he got what he wanted out of high-school, it didn't matter to him what happened to everyone else. Okay. Maybe that was being a bit harsh. He wasn't a monster after all. In the ideal world he would be able to help everyone at Rosefell while also systematically helping himself. However if the two intersected and he could only choose one. He was going to choose himself. 

Still right now Jax needed to unwind. Getting up he could begin to feel the alcohol take a hold on his body. Although in all honesty, it was Jax’s brain subconsciously making the drunk sensation feel worse, mostly because it was the first time he had ever drunk. Either way, Jax felt alot more looser and relaxed compared to the tense, more nervous boy who had walked in at the start of the party. Walking over to the drink table, Jax grabbed a second bottle and took a long swig from it. Still coughing slightly afterwards though, he hadn’t completely adjusted. Now he needed to find something to keep himself occupied. 

His eye drifted across the house. Something had to capture his excitement. Nothing particularly stood out as an amazing choice. But then he noticed the dance floor. [i]Fuck it[/i]. With a deep breath he would walk over to the edge of the dancefloor. He would begin to start to waving his arms rather awkwardly at his sides, almost like he was trying to swim on air while rocking his body from side to side. It wasn’t elegant, and he had to keep his one hand straight to avoid dropping the bottle in his hand, but you know what? Jax liked this. Even if he wasn’t the best dancer. Or a good dancer at all, he was there, on the edge of the crowd, dancing his socks off.