Jax's POV
My phone woke me up with a call. At exactly 6 a.m., I was yawning, stretching my arms for comfort. I usually would not do that this early.
I was wondering who the caller would be when Sophia knocked on the door. I picked up the phone instead, "Mom, why do you decide to hit me up this early? Pity your boy..."
"Jax," my mom responded, lowering her voice. "I only called to ask about you. How is campus going? I'm sure you have learnt to focus on your books, haven't you?"
"Books?" I asked, yawning. "Don't tell me this is why you phoned me this early, mom. Okay... okay. Mom, I'm a good boy at school, someone gentle and calm now, focusing on his studies. Hope Dad's doing so well, too?"
"He is still in Canada," she snapped.
When I saw Sophia walk in through the door, I decided
