I ran straight to my room and threw myself onto my huge bed. I screamed out in anger. I mean, who the hell did Jason think he was? It was absolutely none of his business who I dated and why! I stood up from my bed and decided to paint my nails to calm myself down. I picked a gold coloured nail polish and started painting my nails. I think the reason I got so mad at Jason was that we once had a really close relationship. But when I was about thirteen years old and he eighteen, I got more interested in partying and things like that and he didn't like that. He said I was turning into a selfish rich party queen and I wasn't myself anymore. But honestly, I feel like I'm myself more than ever. And if he doesn't understand this, than he could go to hell. I looked at my nails. They were shiny and golden now but I was still furious. I thought for a while, then I had an idea what to do to calm myself down. I walked over to my closet, changed into a very short lacy black dress, opened my hair and laid down on my bed. "Maid!", I called. Only a couple of seconds later, one of our maids entered my room. "Miss? What can I do for you?", she asked politely. "Send Marco to my room, Maid. Hurry!", I commanded. I knew that her name was Eliza, but I loved calling her maid, it made me feel like a princess or something like that. "Of course, Miss", she answered, nodded her head and left my room. I laid on my bed waiting for Marco to come. Marco was our hottest gardener, he was a part Italian witch black hair, tanned skin and a sexy Italian accent. I sometimes had my fun with him when I didn't want to call Darren. I knew that cheating on Darren was wrong, but I didn't feel bad about it. I am young and I want to enjoy it. Marco opened my door and entered my room. He sat down beside me on my bed. "Hello, beautiful", he greeted me in a seductive voice. He wasn't wearing a shirt, because it was really warm outside and he looked amazing shirtless. "Hi. I missed you today.", I said and started kissing him passionately. He kissed me back and soon we were making out very heated. he lay on top on me and had his arms around my waist and my hands were in his black hair. This was absolutely the right thing to calm myself down. Then suddenly somebody opened my door, walked into my room and said "Ally, can I borrow your-Oh, Marco nice to see you." It was my twelve years old sister Carlee. "Marco, you can leave now.", I said annoyed. He smiled and left me and my sister alone. "Carlee, can't you knock? I was kinda busy!", I snapped at her. "OK, OK. I'll knock the next time. And I promise, I won't tell anybody. I just wanted to ask if I could borrow your silver Armani dress. You know there's a party at Kayley's tonight and I wanted to wear it. It would match with the high heels I bought yesterday." I sighed annoyed. My sister was a party girl like me, the only difference was that I was seventeen and she twelve. "Ok, take the damn dress, then leave already." She walked over to my dresser and took the dress. Then she went to the door to leave and said "Thanks, sissy. Do you think Marco would kiss me when I'm bored as well?" "No!", I yelled and threw a shoe at her. It hit the wall, I'm not good at things like that. Carlee giggled and finally left. I sighed. Siblings could be so annoying! But then I remembered what Carlee had said. There was a party at Kayley's? That sounded like the right thing to cheer myself up.
