So, I don't know why I started this diary.....maybe its to rant about the unfair things in life.
Oh, I forgot, I'm Jackson Taylor and I'll be writing in this journal because....well, you see my mother was an author. Sofia Taylor;pretty sure you've heard of her. Popular young adult fiction author in the US.
She used to write in a diary like this one....well, until she had that car accident.... and now she's in a coma, in the hospital.....
Sighs.
I'm ruining the moment...aren't I? I am. Well, long story short: my dad told me to clean the attic and I found some of her diaries. I also found this empty one and now I'll be writing in it just for the sake of it.
But anyways, a lot of people wouldn't expect me to be writing in a diary (clears throat), I mean journal. Actually, they wouldn't expect me to be "writing" at all, let alone everyday.
I'm the player/bad boy/all-the-girls-want-me-and-guys-are-jealous-of-me type of guy. Yep, I hook up with any girl that wants me, and boy are there a lot of em.
I remember...Brittany....or Lexi was it...yea she was good in bed, but Georgia....not so much...
Okay so let me actually write something you would find in a journal, and not explain my one night stands.
So, let's begin from a week ago....
"Yo, dude, your bringing the vodka, right?" I asked Max, my best friend, on my Iphone 7. Yep, I'm rich, be jealous. I was currently sitting in my room on the desk chair, calling my friends for preparations. You see, I'm having a party, while my dad was gone for the week. Oh man, this is gonna be fun.
"Yup. Who'd you invite?" Max asked.
"Uhm.....let's see.....uh half of the school, bunch of college freshmen, and a lot o girls, hot, sexy, chicks." I said smirking. Hey, don't hate the player, hate the game.
"Nice." Max said. "Yo, Imma go now, see ya later."
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A few hours later
"Hey, whazzup bro." Dylan said, he was a good friend of mine. See, us boys have a group, we are the "popular/cool" group of guys in high school.
There's Dylan Mathews; the athletic, Max Dawson; the Bad Boy, Shawn Skyler; the genius, Luke Armstrong; the boy next door, and me; the Player. I like to believe I have all these qualities, that's what people tell me. I am also the leader, golden boy, hottie, etc.
The party started at 10 pm and it started up pretty quickly, considering everyone loves me and my house; I host the best parties.
Now, I know what your thinking, "Ugh, your so cocky and egoistic, your head will explode if you don't shut up."
Well my friend, consider my head blown up since junior year started. See, it's high school; I'll sober up in college.
"Hey, Jackie." a girl seductively whispered to me, earning my attention. She had a vodka in her hand and her speech was slurring; she couldn't even stand properly so I supported her by holding her by the waist. This was just too easy, and it hasn't even been an hour.
"Wanna come upstairs with me?" she asked in a low voice. I smirked and gave her a once over.
"Sure, but later." I told her in a deep, seducing voice.
She nodded and walked, or in this case, stumbled off.
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By 12AM, everyone was either drunk, passed out, or doing it upstairs. Too bad the blonde I saw before was already with someone.
"Hey dude, how are you gonna clean this mess later?" Luke asked, slightly shifting.
"Uhhhh, you guys are helping me right." I said, a little drunk. The guys all laughed as we were sitting on the coach.
You could see people grinding against each other. Not fun to watch, but better to do yourself.
Just to my luck, I heard the glass of a window break and a mattress fall outside from the third floor.
"Shit." I muttered, looking out the window in disbelief. If my dad found out, he would KILL me.
I ran up the stairs three at a time, trying not to stumble back down.
I rushed to the bedroom in the middle of the hallway and tried to open it but it was locked. At that moment, the blonde from before came out of a room with her dress slightly opened and a guy came behind her and walked off.
She smiled when she saw me and gestured with her index finger, to come to her.
"What the fuck." I muttered. Thank god she's drunk or I would've told her off.
The girl didn't give up and walked towards me, oblivious to me trying to open the locked door, and pulled on my collar.
"Jackiiie, come play with me." she said, her eyes slightly pulling down. The blonde unbuttoned one of the buttons on my dress shirt and for the record I looked good. You know the hot dress shirt, with skinny jeans and nike's. Yea, I'm so dam hot. Wait! Window, mattress, dad, locked door, Jesus christ.
I pushed her away and started kicking the door. "OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!" I yelled. "OR IMMA BREAK THIS CLEAN OFF IT'S HINGES!" I threatened. I didn't hear a sound except of a desk being pushed out the window this time.
"FUCK IT." I said and kicked the door with all my might. It finally burst open and when I said burst I mean I kicked it down clean off the hinges like I promised. Oh I'm soooooo dead, I thought.
I saw a guy a little older then me pick up a chair ready to throw it out. The guys came behind me and I ran to the bastard.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I yelled and punched him square in the jaw, causing him to fall on the floor unconscious.
"DUDE! YOUR DAD!!" yelled Shawn as he saw my fathers car pull up the driveway.
"OH FUCK! FUCK, SHIT! FUCK! KILL ME NOW!" I yelled.
I went down to pick up the door, maybe I can fix it quick enou......, I began thinking but saw black men's dress shoes on the floor near me. One foot tapped on the ground, impatiently. I looked up to see my fathers furious face.
"Dad....nice to see you here" I said, smiling sheepishly. I held out on hand for him to shake and held the broken door with the other.
He did not look happy, I thought.
He didn't say anything. Dropping the door, he pulled me by the arm, tightly, and guided me downstairs. Everyone was standing there, in shock.
"Uhhh, guys, I think you should.....how do I put this............. leave." I said giving an embarrassed smile.
Nobody moved. "GET OUT EVERYONE! NOW!" yelled my dad.
As people left they thanked me for the great fun they had and some congratulated me for the best party of the summer.
I would've smiled, but my strict dad was staring through my soul, so all I could do was give a small smile and nod to everyone.
After everyone left, my dad told me to sit down on the coach, or rather pushed me onto it.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, JACKSON!? HAVEN'T I RAISED YOU BETTER!?" My dad asked.
I scoffed. "If your considering that nanny Ms. Temples raising me better than no." I muttered under my breath in disgust.
"WHAT WAS THAT!?" he asked full of rage.
I got up from the red empty cups that covered the couch and glared at my dad as I spoke.
"YOU NEVER RAISED ME! I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A SIDE JOB FOR YOU. EVER SINCE MOM AND THAT ACCIDENT YOU CARE MORE ABOUT YOUR JOB THAN YOU DO ABOUT YOUR OWN SON!" I yelled.
My dad stopped pacing and looked at me with guilt in his eyes. He sighed putting a hand on his face and bringing it down. He looked away and what shocked me were the words he muttered next.
"Your leaving Minnesota. Pack your bags, you will be flying to California tomorrow and stay with my boss and his daughters."
"WHAT!?" I said, eyes widen and in shock. I couldn't believe my ears. I never thought of leaving my hometown and here my dad was shoving this sudden news onto my back.
"No arguments, son. I have to go on a business trip for a couple of months and that's the only reason why my boss let me go early, so I could get ready." he said looking at me intently.
"Since I can't trust you in your own house, your going half way across the country to Northern California." he said. This hurt, I lost my dad's trust. Shit, I really screwed up this time.
And to think of all the colorful things that could've happened these few months, I mischievously thought.
I sighed. "I'm sorry dad it wont happen again, please can I stay here." I begged and gave him my best puppy eyes.
"No, now go. I'm tired and I need rest. Pack your things. Your flight will be at 10 am in the morning." he said and I stocked off to my bed.
I heard him tell the maids to clean up the mess and call an architect or repair guy or some shit to fix the window.
Sighs. I got myself into this mess but I heard they got three daughters my age and a huge mansion so, it might not be that bad after all.....
Well, I hope............