Jaycee's P.O.V.

I grunt while dragging my drunken sister Jada out of the bar. My hand is shoved in my юбка pocket, shuffling around for the keys to my Ford Cantina. Times like this is when I wish that Jada was never my sister. She's an underage drinker and my mom has done nothing to stop it. It's not like she would anyway; she's always with her ' boyfriend ' James.

When I opened the car door, I slid Jada in the backseat, when she starts to mumble under her breath. As I come closer, her breath hits me in the face 5 секунды before her face was close to mine.

My nose crinkles up in disgust before backing away. " My god, Jada, mouthwash please!" She frowns with protest. " What? It's not like I'm far from the drinking age! It's 4,278 and I'm 17. That's what; three numbers apart?"

I roll my eyes. " Ты do some crazy things, Ты know that?" Jada laughs sarcastically. " Me? Do crazy things? Ha, Ты should see yourself. Ты had a relationship with Michael Jackson, now that was crazy."

A rush of sadness runs through my body. I haven't seen Michael since 1974 when I moved from LA to Manhattan. Ever since we met, I was the bait for the media for two years. Вопросы like " Is it true that Ты were involved with Michael?" " Are Ты a prostitute trying to get money?" and " Are Ты Michael's girlfriend?" were Вопросы that lingered around a lot. I wonder how he's doing...