disposition. | jack gilinsky

| Chapter 17 |

Taylor. Has. Money. His suite was huge. Walk-in closets, ginormous bathroom with a jacuzzi, King sized bed, fancy chairs, full kitchen with a stocked fridge...you name it. I'm not sure how much coke we did, but I felt fucking invincible and was reminded why I preferred to get fucked up in the first place. Perhaps I was running from my problems. But it's something to help alleviate any and all pain until I care to figure out another alternative.

It was such a rush. A race to a finish line that never seemed to come any closer. Taylor and I hopped in his Porsche rental and drove 120 MPH to a small theater that showed classic movies. I'm surprised we didn't get a speeding ticket. It was funny watching him buy our 5 dollar tickets.

"Five dollars?" He had said. "Fucking extortionists." Then he would burst into laughter and say, "I'm just fuckin' with you, dude. Five dollars? Have 6 five dollars, what's that, 35?"

"Th-that's 30 dollars sir, I only need 10," the frightened cashier said. That poor old lady. But I couldn't help but laugh to the point of tears.

"Tell you what, here's 20 bucks total. Buy yourself something nice, babydoll." He winked at the woman. "Look Imogen, I sound like the guys in the movie we're about to see. The wise guys, the smooth crooners. I'm a fuckin' boss."

The woman quickly gave us our tickets and now here we are in the theater along with 5 other people, mostly senior citizens. I had no idea what movie we were watching but it had Paul Newman in it. I knew who he was because he was my Grammy's favorite growing up.

After a mixture of my loud & obnoxious laughter and Taylor shouting things like "That's right Paul! Get deep in that pussy!", we made it to the middle of the film before being thrown out. He got banned from the theater but I didn't, considering I was only laughing.

The rest of the night, we just drove around while I sparked up my birthday blunt rolled by him.

"Sure you don't want any?" I asked him.

"Nah I'm good, that's all you babygirl," he answered, smacking his gum. "So are we having a party or what?"

"I mean, my Aunt is going out of town tomorrow morning. Her and her gal pals are hitting up Vegas. But I don't really have anyone to invite."

"Bullshit," he exclaimed. "We'll find people to invite. You only turn 18 once."

Taylor howled as he drove faster & turned the music up. His driving had always put me in danger but it was the rush that I needed.

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Taylor spent most of the day at the mall, inviting every high schooler he saw and telling them to invite their friends. I called up Skate and told him to bring people. He said he was going to bring Sammy but I was on the fence about it. He claimed Sammy is better now but I'll have to see it to believe it. I also told Cameron to come but then I remembered about his mother and what she might report back to Aunt Sophia. So I called an emergency meeting with Taylor, Skate, Cameron, and Cousin Jack. We all sat at the dining room table.

"Wait, so you're being chaperoned from across the street?" Taylor tried to understand.

"Yep," I replied.

"Yeah, I don't know what you're gonna do about that situation," Cousin Jack said.

"We can always...knock her out," Taylor suggested.

"True, true," Skate nodded. "I know that pressure point on the neck that renders you unconscious."

"No, I mean laced baked goods. Give her some brownies with a little special ingredient," Taylor added.