l was taught to be a good man; a gentleman. Hold doors open for others, not just women. Say "please" and "thank you". My mom would scream at me if I wasn't polite and respectful, especially out in public. She must be rolling around in her grave these days. 
You must think my story is a bad one, like a romantic love story about a girl that falls in love too quickly. However, mine's way different. You know, you read those books all the time about the love and the romance, but you don't often read about their lives and about how they got to where they are in life. 
This is our story.


2. Chapter Two

Song: Dirty Little Secret by All American Rejects

My mom died when I was five. It was my fifth birthday and she never came home for cake. She worked at the twin towers, in the North tower. We saw everything on the news and although my parents got divorced, they still kept in touch with each other and still saw each other as friends. We didn't think anything of it, until the day after when I woke up to see the chocolate cake and presents still sitting on the counter in the kitchen. My mom called the night before and told me how much she loved me and couldn't wait to see me this weekend so we could celebrate my birthday. She said she was bringing the best gift any kid could ask for. I waited up all night, waiting for her to knock on the door with a present in her hand and the smile she would show everybody. 

There was a knock the day after. It wasn't my mom, but two NYPD officers holding a bag. They explained how they found out it was my mom's body and how they remembered my dad from when we used to be on the force before I was born. In their hands was a blue bag which was still intact. They said they found it in her car in which she drove to work in every morning. Inside was two plane tickets for Disney land. I always told my mom how much I wanted to go to Disney and ride the rides and see all the characters and she did that. But I didn't go. I couldn't go. The trip was for my mom and I and she died. 

I walked around the house with nothing but a water bottle in my hand. If I drove myself here, I would drive myself home. Sober. I ended up becoming the designated driver tonight since Jason is drunk and most likely high and god knows where Nick is. 

Jason and I have been friends since I could remember. We're two different socialites but the same person inside. We first met at Pre-school when we were just little, barely knew anything in the world, when girls had cooties and picking noses was popular. We went through schooling, girls, dating, and problems together. Yeah, there were times we didn't agree and times where he didn't tell me things and I didn't tell him things. There's things he does that I don't like but I can't say anything about it.  

Sure, he'll listen to me but he wouldn't do anything about the constant change of girls, the drugs, the constant partying. He would blow me off and tell me how I'm acting like a girl.

Watching as everyone walked by, someone stood out like a sore thumb, when they shouldn't have. Not in my world. Standing across the room was Amber York; Jason's roommate's best friend.

Amber and I used to be close when we were younger, especially in Elementary and middle school. She didn't have the best life back then and I was really the only one who understood that. And before we knew it, we were friends but as quickly we were friends, the quicker we stopped.

I hurt Talia badly and when Amber found out, I got smacked around a few times and got laughed at for getting beat up by a girl. If it's a girl, I won't hit back, never. And now we don't talk at all to each other. I kind of wish we did because she was one hell of a friend.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer," I blinked as Amber stood in front of me. "Look, I don't know why you're staring at me but could ya stop? It's creepy."

"Hey," big bad football player starts it off with "hey". Haven't talked to the girl in years and "hey" is how I start?

She sighed, "Jackson, what do you want? You see me in school everyday and not once look at me. You know I don't like you and I never will, at least not until you apologize to Talia about what you did. Even then, I won't like you. Until that happens, keep your eyes off of me and on any other girl at this party."

"Wait, just wait. Amber, I've changed since then. I'm not the same prick I was in eighth grade. Yeah, I have my moments but I'm not the same person,"

"Okay, well, you made my best friend since I was a child starve herself and think she's not good enough. You don't change from someone who does that. You say you've changed, as you talk to me at a party when I'm wearing this outfit. I only came over here so you would stop staring at me."

"Hang out with me,"

She froze, "what?"

"I'm not drinking and by the looks of it, you aren't either. You know nobody at this party but me and you're throwing yourself into people's groups. So, hang out with me. Just one night, no harm."

"Where are you going with this?"

"No where. You think I haven't changed, I'll prove it. One night, that's it."

"Will it make you stop your creepy stare?" I nodded. "One night, Jackson,"


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