Jack woke up to a pounding headache . The sun was pouring in his room and the room was warm.

"Wake up Prince Charming !" He turned his body to see his best friend Davey holding a cup of water and pill.

"Oh shut up !" Jack groaned as he rubbed his head with his hand .

"You came in late last night and I had to cover for you ... your mother wants to see you " he handed him the pill and glass "and try not to pour any alcohol in your coffee this morning !"

"It's not my fault the creamer tastes like shit" he told Davey as he sat up and the sheet bundled around his waist .

"You're insufferable " Davey groaned "I don't get paid enough" he mumbled as he walked out of Jack's room.

Jack took his pill and drank his water , he then hopped in shower to wash his body and hair then shaved his face clean of his stubble .

With a nice dress shirt and slacks on he combed his hair and walked out of his bedroom to the dining hall.

His mother was at the table drinking her coffee and reading a paper "playboy prince and the Victoria secret angel" his mother said as he walked in the room.

"Give me a break" he mumbled as he sipped his coffee and took a bite of his toast.

"You're hungover " she told him.

"No I'm -"

"Your breath smells like alcohol... damnit Jack !" She yelled at him.

"There was an event -"

"Not at the residential dinner last night I suppose " Medda said with her eye on him.

"Mom !" He turned to face her "I'm young ! It's what I do -"

"No Jackson ! Getting drunk every night of the week isn't something people do ! You're 21 and you're acting like the world revolves around you ... news flash it doesn't ! You're a prince ! You're going to be king soon don't you realize that you need to get your head out of your ass and start acting your age !"  His mother told him .

"Like what ? Hmm what's so important ?"

"Well first of all how will people trust you if you party all the time ! Hmm ?"

"What's your point ?" He asked as he grabbed another piece of toast.

"You're getting married ... princess Katherine of New York ... deal with it because it's happening ... no more parties no more drinking , no more smoking no more supermodels ... nope ! You're gonna be a good kings , loving husband and hopefully a father so throw you parting days behind !" She smirked and walked out with her newspaper.

Jack groaned and slammed his head and fists on the table in sulk. His life was over ... fuck !

-A.N.-
Jack is a playboy like Rafael form Jane the Virgin used to be !

YASSS

-Joey