Jackson panicked. He hid the gun under his sheets and said "come in."
It was Ramona.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled.
"What are you talking about?" Jackson replied defensively.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"Uh, no?"
"You came into my room and went through my stuff!"
"No, I didn't!"
"So you didn't do this?"
She held up a pair of panties that appeared to be covered in cum.
"Must have been Max, because it wasn't me," Jackson defended.
"Really? You swear?"
"I swear on my life."
"Well," she said, "I guess I'm having a talk with someone later. Sorry. I'm gonna go take a shower."
"Wait," Jackson asked, "could you tell me something?"
"Sure."
"Is it normal for a girl to go behind her boyfriend's back and sleep with someone else?"
"Well, I haven't personally done it, but I'm assuming this is about Rocki."
"Why doesn't anyone like me?" he sighed, "first Lola, then Rocki, and I'll probably end up being another unlucky girl's boyfriend eventually."
He flopped onto his bed, revealing the pistol, which fell onto the floor.
"Jackson? What's this?" Ramona asked, picking up the gun.
"Oh, that?" he replied nervously, "that's nothing. It's just… just a… a model! Yeah!"
"Jackson!"
He sighed, "okay, fine! I can't take it anymore! I have nothing to live for, and my relationship with Rocki proves it."
"Jackson! I can't believe you're saying this! You're a great guy, and you have so much more to live for!"
"Yeah, right!" he said.
"Look, you're really sweet and deserve the best, and to prove it," she grabbed his hand, "come with me."