LUXURY

＂ Ｇｏｏｄ Ｇｉｒｌ Ｇｏｎｅ Ｂａｄ ＂(3/4)

If Damon Felix had to take one of those lying tests two weeks ago with the question, 'On a scale of one to ten, how many times do you think about Jac Lexington through the day?' The answer would have been zero, which he knew makes him an asshole but it was the truth. However, if he were to test for the question now, the number wouldn't even be on the chart.

It was in the wee morning hours of Thursday, the very first day of Spring Break without Silk Caldwell pulling him off to events like jetskiing on Lake Meade or hitting up downtown for a celebrity party, and instead of taking the time to party by himself - or maybe even with someone new - all he could think about was Jac.

Or at least the lack of her.

Staying under the radar after escaping Juvie had seemed easy at first. It was like deciding to take a three-month long vacation of booze, extravagant parties nearly every night, and bouncing around the globe like a Lacrosse ball being hit around with a crosse stick. Like a three-month Project X party that never ends. Like a series of mini-Paisely Mont Vernon ragers and the best part? He actually had a justification for not giving a shit about anything else; he was on the run, after all!

But with one single slap, Jac had spoiled the entire prospect with a single emotion; she had made Damon Felix feel guilty. Guilty for leaving and not even bothering to at least give a heads up. Hell, even guilty for hopping on the first bus out of Eastlake Juvenile Center in the first place.

And the more guilty he felt about leaving Jac, the more guilty he felt about leaving everything. For the first time ever, he checked up on the happenings of Beverly Hills - finally bothering to buy a new iPhone 6 despite losing his old phone nearly two weeks ago - and the difference was as nauseating as that one bellboy dude's existence; he was no longer listed on the Alabaster Preparatory School's list of Varsity players and besides every gossip-freak and adoring fan, no one seemed to mention him. Except for a tweet from Chris Edwards spreading some big lie about how he'd gotten hit by a bus and somehow died.

As for his sister,, she had all but disappeared off the grid, not having made some kind of post on social media in almost a week.

'At least Erika's chilled out,' Damon thought bitterly as he stormed back into his Four Seasons suite, the thought as comforting as one of Coach Mitchell's 200 push-up routines - which Damon still found himself doing by habit.

The suite he and Silk Caldwell had booked only two nights before was exactly as Damon had left it before he got a slap from reality; life on the Las Vegas strip buzzing outside the balcony window, sunlight casting luxurious shine on the oak wood king-sized bed, the flat-screen TV hanging on the wall playing Basketball rewinds from ESPN, and the private bar that was still awfully untouched despite it being Spring Break.

The only difference was that Silk had left a few of her luggage in the suite; one Louis Vuitton luggage bag and a leather, black Chloe purse all sitting neatly near the wood-gold emblazoned door.

With a groan, Damon pulled off his grey Threads for Thought hoodie and flopped down on the bed, glaring at the alabaster ceiling.

He was alone in exactly everything he wanted; a suite all to himself in a city where there weren't any worries to weigh him down like staying up on Lacrosse, trying not to screw up his Dad's empire of image and prestige, or a girl that he loved but always disappointed.

There was no one or anything to screw up or disappoint. It's why the whole Spring Break daze had been the time of his life - except now he couldn't slip back into it even if his money depended on it.

Hell, he was even thinking about missing the Drake party downtown!

How could he go on like a carelessly free man when life had just slapped him in the face with everything he was trying to forget?