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Chapter Eight

Author's Note: Above is Good Girl Jinx

Ana's POV

"Jinx can you stop talking about Aiden please?" I scream into the phone.  Me and Jinx are on the phone and this child will not stop talking about how in love she is with Aiden.  I guess he did something really sweet, because she only talks to me about him when he just went over the top with something for her.

"But Ana he took me to my favorite restaurant yesterday and it was so sweet."

"He's not the only boy you were with yesterday," I mumbled remembering what Marquez told me last night about him and Jinx going out.

"What are you talking about?" she says.  I could hear the guilt in her voice.

"Jinx, Don't even try to front.  You and I both know that you was with Marquez last night."  the line goes silent for a couple minutes. I guess she's trying to come up with a lie. 

"I'll wait," I say.

"Oh my gosh how did you find out?" she finally says into the phone.

"Don't worry about all that, just know that I know.  But you real dirty for telling that boy you ain't got no boyfriend, when you was just with Aiden before you went with him."

"Ana please don't tell him about Aiden.  I didn't know what to do he is just so handsome and I couldn't help myself.  But that was only a one time thing." She says sounding like she was about to cry.  This bitch can be so emotional.

"Girl you know I don't care what you do with Marquez, because I can't stand Aiden anyway.  So do you girl."

"This is why you're my best friend."

"But don't be playing with these boys emotions pick one or the other Jinx."

"I pick Aiden...I'm not going to be seeing Marquez anymore." I chuckled.  This girl thinks I'm dumb.

"Oka whatever you say Jinx."  I respond before hanging up the phone and getting ready to go meet up with Von.

Jinx's POV

Now that Ana knows about my little date with Marquez, I really can't do anything else with him.  Because if she can find out, I know Aiden can.   Since I didn't go to school, I have nothing to do at all.  I shoot Aiden a text asking what's on his agenda for the day and he's going to be busy all day.  I guess I can go to the studio today.  I get out of bed and freshen up before heading to the studio.

As I arrive at the studio, I notice that there's not many cars.  So I guess I'll be in here by myself; I like it that way anyway.  Before I get out of the car, I grab my notepad and purple pen..its my favorite.  I decide that I'm not going to record anything today just going to sit and write some things.

I'm sitting in the room and I can't think of anything to write.  I can't stand having writers block, but for some reason I can't focus.  I keep looking at my phone; like every five minutes.  I just figured I'd cut some music on and hopefully that'll help me focus.  I go to my favorite playlist, which is mostly Adele, Ariana Grande, Miguel, and Emeli Sandé.  The first song to come on is My Kind of Love by Emeli Sandé.  Humming to the song, I start to write some things down.  As I'm writing things down, someone comes into the room.

"Oh excuse me I didn't know anyone was in here." says the stranger.  I mute my music and look at him.  Brown skin boy, that's more of Ana's type. 

"You're fine, I'm on my out anyway." I say while getting my stuff together.

"Oh I'm Trayvon by the way, but people call me Von."  He says extending his hand out towards me.  I look down at his hand before grabbing it and shaking it.