My school wasn’t your normal high school by any standards. There were starlets and new up and coming leading men attending, not to mention the off spring of some of Hollywood’s elite.
With dad being who he is, I’d grown accustomed to being brown nosed since I was able to walk, that too had grown old. I had been feeling restless for the past year or so; that had added to the fuel that led to the breakup.
Mandy and girls like her were starting to leave a bad taste in my mouth. And since all the others pretty much tried to emulate her in one way or the other, I was pretty much out of luck.
I guess I’d just have to go cruising for some new skins since I hated going without pussy for more than a couple weeks at least.
I was already coming up on two months and something was about to blow. That’s another thing, I broke up with Mandy during summer break so no one really knew we were through.
It would be the first time since I was fifteen that I didn’t have a steady girlfriend. I can’t go out like that, it’s part of the whole high school experience after all.
“Thanks for taking care of your mother for me son.” I pulled my throw and looked over my shoulder.
“Dad you’re back.”
“Yeah I cut my trip short, couldn’t leave my best girl here to die.” He rolled his eyes and we shared a laugh.
Mom was always dying, if she stubbed her toe it was a national emergency; but this time she had really been sick.
“She’s really sick this time dad, I almost took her to the hospital.”
“Yeah well I’m here now son so take a load off. Sorry you had to miss your first day back, I’ll make it up to you.”
“Nah, it’s nothing. So how did everything go?”
“It went good, only had to knock a few heads together, nothing new there. You sure you don’t want to follow in the family’s footsteps?”
“I’ll think about it when I’m thirty five and ready to retire.”
“It’ll keep.” He grinned and went back inside. Dad was third generation Hollywood. My great grandfather had started the studio back in the day with silent movies.
Now we owned the leading movie studio in Hollywood. That’s where dad met mom. She was a young starlet looking to get her name up there in bright lights.
Dad took one look at her and decided he had a better role for her to play. She did a few movies before she got pregnant with me and they got married. She was all of eighteen at the time and dad was twenty-five.
He hadn’t taken over the reins from grandpa as yet, that came five years later.
He’s the youngest studio head and according to him, not many held out hope for the continued success of the family business, but twelve years later he was still going strong.
I knew the day would come when I would have to step into his shoes, but unlike him, I wouldn’t have to do that as early as he had.
Grandpa had died much too young of a heart attack in his office one day, and that’s why dad had had to step in so young.
If not for that, he’d still be looking at at least another five or ten years before he had to make the move.
Some of grandpa’s old cronies were still heading their houses to the disgust of their off spring who were chomping at the bit to get their hands in.
It was their kids that I went to school with mostly, theirs and the children of the men and women who worked for them. Leading men and women.
I was very aware that most of my peers didn’t have the same upbringing I did, and I had gained a few true-life friends by sticking to the tenets mom and dad set down. But there were still the other ninety-five percent that were assholes.
If Mandy was the leading female, then I am the top dog. Not that I worked for it, I wasn’t really interested in the title.
But it came with the territory. The men and women whose kids went to school with me weren’t above using the school halls to network.
I usually sniffed out the kids who were trying to pull themselves up by my coattails and ditched them.
Again Mandy comes to mind, I’d really fucked up there. It was the one time I’d been sucked in by pussy, too bad for her I like my snatch attached to a warm body.
I headed back inside to see what Marisa had going for lunch. She was another staple in my life. She’s been with the family since before I was born, another one who ran my life.
“Hey beautiful what you got going over there?” she was baking something that smelled amazing. Thank heavens for the home gym or her little delicacies would have me packing on the pounds.
I don’t remember a day since kindergarten that there wasn’t some kind of treat waiting for me after school, and I always partook of whatever she had on offer, no matter what coach said about nutrition.
No way I was going to hurt one of my favorite people by refusing something I knew she’d made especially for me.
“It’s your favorite, I had planned to make them for your first day back, remember how you always liked them?”
“White chocolate macadamia nut?” I picked her up and twirled her around the kitchen making her laugh.
“Put me down senor Jace, I’ll get you some milk, they’re nice and hot have a few.”
“Ummm, marry me, we’ll run away together and live on a beach in Cabo.”
“You like my hometown yes.”
“Yes I do.” We’d been there like five times since I was a kid. “I think these are the best you’ve ever made, better hide some up in my room before dad gets ahold of ‘em.”
Just then I felt a slap across the back of my head. “Too late, hand them over hog.”
“Damn,” I watched as he pawed a couple and wolfed them down. “You know you shouldn’t be having those, mom said your cholesterol is off the charts.”