TRAPPED

Chapter Four

Jinx's POV

I am currently drunk as hell and having the time of my life. Me and my girls are on the dance floor dancing our lives away. I dance my way over to the bar wanting another shot; I just can't get enough.

"Don't you think you've had enough drinks?" some random boy asks me. I flip my hair over my shoulder looking at this guy. I give him the nastiest look observing his appearance.

"And who the hell are you to tell me when I've had enough drinks?" I say making sure he catches the attitude in my tone. I'm 17 years old, I can have as many drinks as I want and I'm not going to let this dude tell me otherwise. The bartender brings me my shot and I gulp it down with no hesitations. I slam the glass on the bar and turn my attention back to the guy who hasn't answered my question yet. He looks at me up and down obviously admiring my beauty. I smirk a little getting closer to him.

"Cat got your tongue or you're just so memorized by my beauty that you're speechless?" I say while putting my hand on my hip.

"No I'm actually looking at your top, because if you hadn't had so many drinks you would know that your boob is hanging out of it." he says with humor in his voice. I look down seeing this disaster and I immediately become embarrassed. I look at him and see he's laughing so hard he can barely catch his breath. I roll my eyes at his ignorance and run to the bathroom holding my top up. I look in the mirror, fixing my top and I decide to touch up my makeup. I leave the bathroom looking for Jordan and Ana to tell them what just happened but instead of finding them I run into the asshole again.

"I see you've fixed yourself," he says walking towards me.

"Why are you talking to me asshole?"

"Woahhh there baby, I may be an asshole but I helped your stuck up ass out."

"I'm not your baby, I have a boyfriend dummy. Now leave me alone before I get security on your ass." I say turning around to walk away, but is stopped mid step when he places his hand on my shoulder. I know he did not just touch me.

"My fault girl, but I like your attitude we should exchange numbers." Did this little boy not just hear what I said? Is he dumb or is his ass just deaf as fuck. I get in his face pointing my long manicured nails in between his eyes.

"I have a boyfriend and if I didn't have one I would never give your dumb ass a chance. Plus you're not my type anyway." I flip my hair and walk away looking for my girls again. I can't let these bum ass dudes get to me; I'm way to pretty for the bullshit. I'm maneuvering through the big crowd looking for Ana and Jordan but I have no luck. I feel a tap on my shoulder and it better not be this lame ass dude. I turn around ready to curse somebody out but its Jordan's drunk ass laughing like something's funny.

"Girl where have you been? Come dance with me." she slurs grabbing my arm and pulling me back into the crowd. Some twerk song is playing and Jordan is going crazy. A dude comes up to her and she starts dancing on him. I'm talking grinding and vibrating. I just continue dancing when "Make Some Shake" by Cash Out comes on. Now everybody and they momma know that this is my shit. I grab the closest dude to me and I give him the best twerk of his life. He puts his arms around my waist pulling me more into him. We're both grinding to the beat; I know this perm is gone because sweat is dripping, but I could care less. The song is approaching its end and I'm still dancing on this dude. I turn to come face to face with him and yep you guessed it, it's the asshole. I can not believe I just gave this dude the best twerk of the nation.

"Damn baby, we keep running into each other, I think its a sign." He says tightening his grip around my waist.

"Yea, In your dreams. Now let go." I demand, struggling to get out of his grip.

"Not until I get your name and number cause you too fine to let slip through my fingers."

"The name is Jinx Noland, Google me." I say getting out of his grip.

"Marquez Reed, I would Google you but Google won't get me your number."

"I guess you're out of luck then."

"Jinx, give that fine boy your number because if you don't then I will give him mine." Ana interrupts and winks at Marquez.

"You can have him because I have a boyfriend." I say to her.

"Okay and... he didn't ask for your hand in marriage, he just wants your number. Nothing's wrong with that is it?" Ana works my last nerve; she can have him cause I don't want his ugly ass. Well, he isn't ugly, he's actually quite handsome. As I'm standing here staring at this dude Ana leans over and whispers in his ear. I know she didn't give this boy my number.

"I know you did not just give him my number?" I ask Ana, snapping my fingers in her face.

"I gave him mine because it's obvious you don't want him." she says rolling her neck and just looking ratchet.

"Whatever hoe, I've had enough nonsense for one night." I say giving Marquez the stank face. I go to the bar to get one more round of shots; Ana goes to find Jordan. After I drink my last shot, I pay my tab and head to the car. Of course Ana and Jordan are not out here. Ana better be glad I don't have her keys because I would leave her ass; I'm to drunk to drive anywhere anyway and Ana probably the only sober one out of the three of us. I hop on the hood of the car and just my luck her alarm goes off. Where the hell is this girl?

About 20 minutes later Ana comes out of the club with Jordan on her back; I can't help but laugh at these dummies. Ana unlocks her car door, which makes the alarm go off, and she throws Jordan in the backseat. I get in the front seat and buckle my seat belt, even when I'm drunk, I stay safe. Ana gets in and starts the car.

"We're going to my house, so you won't be acting crazy in the morning with your parents." Ana says. I just nod my head and pull out my phone. I know I have like a million notifications. I check my Twitter first; nothing major is on there. Then my Instagram and its nothing but likes and comments from my recent birthday picture. Lastly I go to my iMessage, which is popping, I have 200+ unread messages. None are looking that important; nothing but happy birthdays and what you doing's you know the norm. I didn't reply to any messages but I had to shoot Aiden an I love you text even though he's more than likely sleeping. Before I lock my phone up, a notification pops up. I'm thinking its Aiden so I open it instantly. Just my luck its not Aiden; it's a freaking unknown number. Wait a minute.. I know Ana ain't give that boy my number. I open the message to read what it says. "So, that dance though. You going to give another one anytime soon." After I read that bullshit I knew it was Marcus, Marquez, the asshole whatever his name is.

"ANA I KNOW YOU LYING!!!!" I screamed.

"What am I lying about?" Ana asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"You know what the fuck you did you stupid ass hoe! You know what just stop the car. Let me out! Let me out!" I yell. Ana pulled over to the side and I opened the door about to get out.

"Where the fuck you going Jinx. Who you gonna call? Aiden ass not gonna wake up to answer your damn call! So what you gonna do call your parents? Then get ya ass beat cause you drunk as hell! OH I know who you gone call."

"Who the fuck I'm gonna call then bitch?" I screamed back at Ana dumb ass.

"Marquez your lil boyfriend number two." Ana smirked. I wanted to beat her ass right then and there but then I realized that I really wouldn't have a ride if I got out of the car right now. So I swallowed my pride and got in back in the car and decided to just give this bitch the silent treatment.

"Mhmm, that's what the fuck I thought." Ana said speeding off. My phone buzzed again and it was another message from this lame ass dude "so you gone read and not reply?" I mentally role my eyes and put my phone on airplane mode. I need sleep, so I lay my seat back and rest my eyes until we get to Ana's house.

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