Mr. Golden Boy

Meeting the friends

*picture of Aaron and Aaden*

Kailoni's POINT OF VIEW

When Jackson grabbed my hand, I felt like my heart went into overdrive. I couldn't do anything but stare at our joined hands. I looked up to find Jackson staring at me so I snatched my hand back as fast as possible, snapping out of my trance. What is wrong with me? I'm acting like some love-struck little girl. I look at Jackson, but he doesn't look at me. Instead he just grabs my hand and keeps walking. I try to free my hand from his but he only grips it tighter. Strangely I just relax and let him hold my hand as we walk through the halls getting confused looks from everyone. When we get to his locker, his friends are standing around as if they were waiting for him to arrive. There are three boys and two girls. Two of the boys look exactly alike only with different haircuts. The other boy is brown skin with a low haircut. There is a brown skin girl standing next to him giving me the evil eye. I just chuckle lowly and move on to eyeing the next person. The last person is a girl that looks kind of Latino with red hair.

"Kailoni, this is Aaron, Aaden, Trey, Lexi, and Rose. Guys, this is Kailoni." Jackson says introducing us all. I nod my head in their directions while they stare at me for a few seconds as if wondering why I am there. After a couple of seconds Jackson clears his throat and everyone looks at him then at me. They study us for a moment then Aaden, the twin with brown hair, speaks.

"You're Kailoni Jordan, right?" he asks.

"Yes."

"That was rude of us to not speak. Right guys?" he asks the group. They all chime in with 'yeah' and 'sorry'.

"It's fine." I say as if I can't be bothered enough to hold a full conversation. I look at Rose and Aaron who keep looking down between us for some reason; I look to see what they're staring at and find that our hands are still intertwined. I hurriedly take my hand from his then look up to find everyone staring at me.

"Well, this was fun and all but I have to go to my locker before the bell rings." I say and walk off without saying goodbye.

After I go to my locker, I head to class and take my seat at the back of the class next to my friend, Jacob. He's honestly my only friend. Sure I have guys that hit me up every now and then, but they're just usually booty calls. I don't have any female friend's because girls don't like me much. They usually feel as though I am a threat to them, because of how many guys I talk to and have slept with. In reality though, I don't want their men. If I wanted their guys I probably could've had them already. The male gender doesn't usually want to be friends with me, but they are friendly if you know what I mean. I never really wanted friends though. Friends like to get to know you and what your life is like; I don't want people to know about me.

I don't want anyone to get to know the girl, whose mother left her and her father to run off with some rich white woman, whose father is a forgetful drunk. He is so forgetful that when he sobers up, he doesn't even remember that he'd beaten me the night before. He just acts all lovey-dovey again, like a father who really adores his daughter. He drinks to forget that his wife ran off with another person and the fact that his only daughter is basically a hoe, but honestly I think the first reason is what drove him over the edge. I guess he loved my mother more than anything else. I don't think it was the fact that she left him that tore him apart though, but the fact that she left him and his child for a woman.

It probably made him question his manhood and wonder if he wasn't good enough for her. He used to be such a good father; he still is but only when he's sober, which is rare because soon as he gets off work he drowns his sorrows in alcohol. I don't complain though since I never want for anything because of his high paying job, but it does kind of suck to get beaten at least 3-4 times a week and the person who's responsible for it can't even remember they did it. I don't tell him he's doing it because it would only make things worse. One day, he asked me what happened to my face and I told him he did it. He accused me of being a liar and saying if I didn't want to tell him I could've just said so, but I think in the back of his mind he knew I was being truthful because that night he drank more than he ever had before.

---------ringgggggggggg........ *bell sounds*-------------

"What the fuck? How long have I been daydreaming?" I ask Jacob.

"It's just the late bell, chill." He says.

"Oh, my bad." I sit through the boring lecture of the day then do a couple assignments. The bell sounds and it's time for second period. After stopping by my locker, I make my way to second period, but I'm stopped by Rose and Lexi.

"Is there a reason you stopped me?" I ask them.

"What do you want with Jackson? We know your type, Kailoni. You're exactly the kind of girl Jackson doesn't need." says Lexi.

"And what type of girl is that, Lexi?"

"You're the kind of girl who can fuck a guy and not spare any feelings when you tell him it was just fling."

"You've got me pegged, huh? Let me ask you a question now. If you know that and the whole school knows that, what makes you think Jackson doesn't? What makes you think that I, who could have mostly any guy in this school, chose him, Mr. Goody-Two shoes or better known as 'the boy who could do no wrong'? " I ask her. She gapes at me in silence shocked about what I just said. I roll my eyes at her then walk away leaving her to glare at me as I walk into my second period class.