100% Straight

Part 2 (Jackson)

Jackson sat in the cab with a thud, willing himself to get comfortable for the long ride. His in person interview was about three hours from his current apartment and he didn't own a car, so a cab was his only option. As traffic was in any city, this was going to be a miserable ride.

He drummed his fingers against his knee and started humming to a song. Call it nerves or anxiety, Jackson was excited for the interview. The world has finally started to be in his favor; the job he got offered paid twice as well as the last and paved the way for promotion. He'd have to be an idiot to refuse.

Whether it be considered selfish or reasonable, Jackson really wanted to be rich. His family was moderately wealthy with a two story house complete with four room, five bathrooms, and a pool in the backyard. Not that it was a contest on who had a better house, but if it was, Jackson would not be caught dead in last place.

Also, being rich meant getting the LADIES! He was getting plenty with his obvious good looks, but it wouldn't hurt if he was filthy rich.

So Jackson nervously figited in the taxi cab, having so many emotions ready to explode.

He wasn't nervous. Don't get the figiting mixed up with nervousness. He knew he was going to land the job; the one thing his last boss was right about was his resume being incredible.

Best grades, football team, Harvard college. They'd be stupid not to hire him.

To calm his nerves, of excitement, he unlocked his phone and called up his friend, Jason.

"Hey what's up, man?" Jackson said. He took a quick glance at the gps in the taxi. Two hours and thirty minutes left.

"Hey, dude!" Jason replied enthusiastically.

Jason had been Jackson's best friend since middle school. Both driven towards being the best of the best, they had attended Harvard together. Jackson doubts that this is the reason that they stayed friends, though. If he's being honest, it was probably the enjoyment of booze, girls, and football. It was pretty much all they talked about. Not that Jackson minded. Hell, that's all Jackson wanted to talk about too.

Jason asks,"Have you finished your job interview yet? That's a fucking great find, dude. I didn't even know they were hiring."

"Not yet." Jackson replies, "But I'll get it. I'm not worried."

"Then we can party!!!" Jason whoops, "Now that you'll be living in the city, I know some great bars. And my girlfriend is having a party soon. Great chance to meet them chicks, you know what I'm saying?"

Jackson was definitely a fuck boy. His daily routine consisted of waking up, working, hooking up with some random girl he met at a club, and passing out drunk.

No complaints on his end, that's for sure.

"Hell yeah. Now, I just have to blow their fucking minds and get the job." Jackson chuckles.

"Dude, who the hell else has as much qualification as you do?" Jason says, "Besides your not bad looking, y know?"

What Jason  was saying wasn't purely subjective. Standing at six foot one with a duck size to match, Jackson was definitely noticeable.

He wore a deep navy suit and a grey tie under a white button up that did nothing to hide his muscles at squeezed on his shirt sleeves and pants. With lightly tan body, green eyes, and light brown hair in a military fade, girls were falling over themselves to get a taste.

"Eh, it won't hurt." Jackson grins to himself. He was always borderline narcissistic. Sometimes not even borderline.

"Well I got to go. Good luck on your interview my dude." Jason says, "You don't know how amazing it'll be for you to live in the big city. Looking forward to you living here!"

"Cheers to that!" Jackson answers and hangs up on his friend.

He opened up google maps and looked around. Jackson grinned. His friend wasn't kidding; there are a lot of bars.

The car pulls to a halt in front of a tall office building. It feels surreal to him; if he lands this job, he could be working in there on the top floor with a private chef and bathroom. The start of his entire future relied on this one interview going as great as possible.

"So ya gonna pay me or what?" The taxi driver barks.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Jackson pulls out some bills and shoves them into the drivers greedy hands.

Smoothing out his suit, Jackson walks into the office through tall glass doors.

With a smile, he greets the receptionist and heads towards the elevator. Jackson curls up his hands to fists to stop them from shaking.

Jackson steps into the elevator, ready to rock the interview.