*You are at a club drunk, dancing with a random man. Jackson was in the corner glaring daggers at the man. After a little bit, Jackson had enough and walked up to you two, pushing the man aside, grabbing your hips and pulling you out from the club and to his car.

"I'm taking you home." He said, putting you in his car and driving, but it was the opposite way of where you live.

"This isn't the way home." You drunkenly slurred. "My home." He said angrily, gripping onto the steering wheel.