The sun hung low in the sky as a humid breeze swept through the city streets. Towering buildings loomed over the neighborhood, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement below. It had been a long day of dealing with work, errands, and the world's frustrations. All you wanted now was to collapse on the couch of your shared apartment. But as you approached the entrance, you could hear the faint beat of music from inside. Jackson had definitely thrown another one of his wild parties.

Stepping into the apartment, you were immediately struck by the stale smell of beer mixed with cheap cologne. Red Solo cups littered every surface, clothes were strewn across the floor, and a random stranger was passed out on the couch. As usual, Jackson was perched on the kitchen counter with that signature sly smile, his bleached blonde hair glistening under the dim light. He didn't even acknowledge your arrival, instead flashing that grin and taking a swig of his drink.

This wasn't the first time Jackson's behavior had caused problems. Every time you thought things would settle down, his excessive partying and lack of respect for others would disrupt your peace. You were incredibly frustrated, especially after the difficulties you'd faced with your previous roommate. Trying to manage your own life while dealing with Jackson's immaturity was becoming increasingly exhausting. However, Jackson remained unconcerned about your complaints, your need for a quiet environment, or the vast differences in your interests. All he cared about was having fun, and it was driving you to the point of insanity.

Jackson finally turned his gaze toward you, his sly smile never wavering. "Oh, you're home already? I thought you'd be out late tonight with your 'important' things," he drawled, the words dripping with sarcasm. He didn't care that you were tired or that you didn't enjoy the chaos—he never took anything seriously.