Jack's POV:
"Okay, honey, we're going now!"
I jog through the house to the front door. My parents are outside and my dad just finished loading the car with their suitcases. My mom waddled over to me to give me a hug and a kiss. She looked like she was going to cry! "Oh, sweetie, I'm going to miss you..." she mumbled into my shoulder. I hug her back, and chuckle when we pull away.
"Mom, calm down, will you? It's only the weekend." I say, patting her arm. "You'll be back in no time." She sniffled and nodded.
"Yes, yes, I know. It's just that this baby is making me so emotional right now." I roll my eyes. My mom has been pregnant for 7 and a half months now, and she has been so bi-polar, it's drives my dad and I insane! I knelt down to pat her tummy.
"See ya, little one." I say, looking at the bump adoringly. Honestly, I am so excited for the baby, words cannot articulate. I've always wanted a little brother or sister, and now I'm going to get one! From the corners of my eyes, I see my dad watching me, with pure affection. I feel a tint of pink come onto my cheeks and I straighten up. "Have fun in Louisiana, Dad." I say, shaking hands with him.
"You have fun as well. But not too much fun." He says, happily but sternly. "C'mon, love, we should get going now." I stand back as I watch them head to the car.
"Be good, Jack!" my mom called over her shoulder. "Call if you need anything, there's food in the fridge, three hundred dollars in the money jar if you need to buy more, and NO PARTIES!" I wave my hand in acknowledgement.
"Got it, mom." I say and with one last tearful goodbye, they leave. I run down to the edge of the driveway, watching as the car drew smaller and smaller into the distance. After I can no longer see the vehicle at all, I call my friends. "Guys?" I say, heading back into the house. "They're gone. Come over." And I quickly ran around the house, getting snacks and drinks for the wild party to come.
And come did the wildness.
There were people milling about everywhere. Jocks in the backyard, arguing over football, cheerleaders tanning by the pool, nerds doing homework in the kitchen, and there's even a game of truth and dare going on somewhere upstairs. A movie was out on in the basement if anyone was interested and a few guys were playing video games in the living room. And, I think it's safe to say, that everybody was having a great time. Everybody, except for one person.
"Hey, Rudy. What's up?" I ask, taking a seat next to him. He was crying into his hands ever since he got here and I knew it had something to do with his date. I was right.
"She left right in the middle of the date because there was some other dude that was eating alone close to us." He wailed and started to cry into my shoulder. I smile embarrassingly to the others watching us, and I awkwardly pat his back.
"Uh... there there, Rudy." I say, trying to comfort him, or more importantly, get him off me. "There's plenty of other fish in the sea. Besides, that girl must've been a real loser to ditch someone like you." Rudy pulls back and exclaims;
"Are you crazy? She was the hottest girl I have ever met! She has curves in all the right places, the most gorgeous hair, and-"
"It doesn't matter about looks" I say, cutting him off. "Physical appearance doesn't define a person. If she has a rotten personality, then what's the point in even going out with her?" He looked thoughtful, before finally agreeing.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." He says. "Thanks Jack, you're a real friend." And goes in for a bear hug. I yelp as I feel myself being lifted.
"Ahaha" I laugh nervously, "Put my down, Rudy..."
"Oh, right. Sorry." He sets me down again and laughs. "I'll just be, uhm, at the snack table." He says pointing towards the dining room.
"Yeah, yeah sure." I say waving him away. "See you later" I look around, just quietly observing my surroundings. I see cups and paper plates everywhere, toilet paper strewn across the floor for some reason... and... is that a bra I see? I blush and quickly walk away until I bump into someone and they fell.
"Oh gosh, sorry." I say as I knelt down to help them up. It turned out to be Kim. "Oh hey, Kim."
"Nice way to greet someone." She said, brushing herself off. I grin.
"Hey, you walked into me." I said, feigning innocence. "Besides, I have heard girls can't really pay attention to things for a long time, you know, other than cooking." I hear her gasp.
"Oh, is that right?" She say, edging towards me. I back up, noticing the mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"Hold on Ki-" But before I could continue she lunges at me. I give a shout of surprise, and dash upstairs. Kim follows, taking two at a time. I run into the hallway and into my room, slamming the door behind me. I should've known she would do that, considering the feminist she was. Damn, I'm dumb. Then, I noticed I wasn't alone. I stop when I see Jerry and a girl making out on my bed. They jump up, startled and embarrassed, allowing themselves to be caught. "J-Jerry?" I manage to stutter out. "Were you guys... just... making out?" Jerry scratched the back of his head.
"Uh... yeah. Jack, this is Zoe, Zoe, this is one of my best buds Jack." She shyly waves.
"Hey" she says quietly. I look her up and down. Zoe had short brown hair, and green eyes. She wore a plain white t-shirt with floral high wasted shorts. She had on black flip flops and her neck was adorned with a silver cross necklace. She was cute.
"Nice one Jerry." I say, after some evaluation. She blushed while Jerry grins. Suddenly, there was a bang on the door.
"Jack, come out you scaredy cat!" Kim yells. 'Damn, I completely forgot about her.' I turn to Jerry.
"Look, man, I'm kinda hiding from Ki-"
"Understood." Jerry said immediately and he ushered me into my bathroom. "Stay in there." I nod quickly and I close the door. I hear Jerry and Zoe sit back down onto the bed and... I almost throw up. They're making out again?! Flustered, I cover my ears so that I could block out the sounds of saliva but my hands did little to help. Finally, I hear the bedroom door open with such force, that the door hit against the wall with a loud thud.
"JERRY!?" I hear Kim scream and I knew that she would be scarred for a long time.
"Kim!" Jerry exclaimed, acting surprised. "Kim, what are yo-"
"Nope, go continue! Do whatever! Make out! I'm outta here!" Kim said quickly. I listen and wait until I hear her footsteps fade out and I quickly exit my bedroom as well.
"Thanks man." I say quickly before closing the door behind me. I let out a deep breath and I make my way back downstairs. Well, I mean, I tried to. Right when I was going to take the first step down, I feel a hand pull me back and into a room. It happened so quickly that I had to wait a few minutes to process what happened. I look around to see that I'm in the laundry room. With Donna. She had seated herself on top of the washing machine while I was dazed, and I almost gagged right there at what she was wearing. She had on a sheer, see through mesh crop top on, with her bra see through. Her skirt was so shirt, you could see the bottoms of her panties and she had no shoes on or jewellery. To put it simply, she was half naked. I swiftly averted my eyes from the brunette, leaning back on top of the washing machine provocatively. 'Great, this is what I get for inviting her to my party.' I try the door handle, but see that it was locked. Which was weird, because the laundry room doesn't have a lock. "Donna..." I say slowly, turning to facing her, but still refusing to look up. "Why can I not open the door?"
"Because I had a rope tied to the knob and tied it to the door across the hallway." She said, proud of what she did.
"Why?" was my next question. She giggled, and I heard her hop off the washing machine. She sashayed herself towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I quickly recoiled from the touch, but she followed me.
"Because I want us to be alone, silly. I knew that that Crawford troll would try to interrupt us so I thought that this would be a good idea." I finally look at her. Donna seemed so delighted in what she managed to do.
"Donna, I don't want to be alone with you." I say, swatting her hands away from me. "Why can't you leave me alone. I mean, you insult my best friends, and then expect me to like you?" She poked her bottom lip out.
"But you do like me, Jack." She said, pressing herself up against me. "You just don't know it yet." I push her off.
"Actually, I'm fairly certain I don't like you. It was a mistake inviting you here. Go away." I then turned around and pounded on the door. "Hey! Someone open the door! Cut the rope! Help!" I shout, but no one came. I hear Donna laugh behind me.
"Silly Jack..." she says, coming close again. She puts her hands around my body onto my chest and trails them around, making random patterns with her fingers. I shrug her away. "My friends turned up the music downstairs. There's a dance party going on and everyone is laughing and having fun. No one can hear you." I continue to pound on the door, but eventually, I gave up. I turn to face Donna once again.
"What do you want? We're alone now. What is it that you so desperately need?" I say, angry. I cannot believe someone would do this to another guy in their own house. But then again, Donna is quite a piece of work. She leaned in against me and murmured in my ear.
"I know how nice you can be to other people, Jack. Especially if you're sorry for them, like that blonde troll. But I also know how sometimes, you like to have a little friction." She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper on the last word. I pushed her away with so much force; she fell against two laundry bins and collapsed on the ground. I was furious.
"For God's sakes, Donna, we are fourteen! How can you even think about something like that at this age?!" She was speechless, as she stared up at me. "I do not like you. Okay? I do not like you at all. Kim and them are my best friends, and all I need is them. Not you. I do not want to have sex with you. I am too young for sex. And so are you. If you're going to grow up to be a slut, so be it, but I'm not going to be one of the guys you slept with. Stay away from me and my friends." I turned to the door, furiously knocking on it, praying someone would open it. Donna remained quiet behind me, but I didn't care. Finally, I hear a rope being cut and see the doorknob turn.
"Jack?"
"Milton!" I cried out in relief. He looked confused as ever, especially when he saw Donna over my shoulder.
"What happened?" he asked me. I stepped out and closed the door, leaving Donna alone in the room.
"Donna locked me into a room with her and tried to..." I shuddered, unable to continue. "Whatever, thanks for saving me, man." Milton smiled and did a friendly slap on my back.
"No problem, Jack." He said. "But you should go to Kim now. She was looking everywhere for you." I nodded.
"You got it."
One of my readers PM'd me an idea about Donna going onto Jack during the party, so I thought why not? Review please!
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