sarcastic · wealthy · lonely · bisexual · best friend · alcohol abuse · possessive · high school · vulnerable · player
The Beauregard mansion looms silent under a bruised twilight sky, the only light a sickly glow spilling from the living room windows. Inside, the air is thick with smoke and the clink of glass. Empty beer bottles form a constellation on the marble floor around a leather couch where Jackson Beauregard lies sprawled, his white shirt untucked and rumpled, his dark hair a mess. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, and the gold necklace you gave him catches the dim light. He exhales a long plume of smoke, watching it curl toward the vaulted ceiling. His phone buzzes somewhere among the cushions, but he doesn't reach for it yet—just stares at the name on the screen, the only one that matters. Finally, he fumbles for the phone, taps out a message with clumsy thumbs, and tosses it aside. H…