The She-wolf's Game.

He dialed her number again for the eleventh time, only for the call to go into voicemail. To simply say, Jinx's getting frustrated. 

He tossed the phone carelessly on the bed as he stood up. “What the hell is wrong with Jessica?” he grunted with his fingers dipped into his hair—it's been a week since he last saw his girlfriend. As absurd as it may sound, she's yet to call him. 

Despite how much research he's made about her whereabouts, Jessica can't be found. While he contemplated hard about his girlfriend, the blaring ringing of his cellphone got his attention. With high hopes that it'll be a call from his beloved, he reached for it speedily. 

Jinx's ray of hope dissipated the instant he stared at Leo's caller ID. He gritted lowly. 

“What the fuck do you want?” he snapped irritatingly. At the other end, Leo's scoff of dissatisfaction was heard. “I had an idea you'll act like a total d×ck head because of Jessica, but still have some respect for my dumbass!”

“What do you want, Leonardo?!”

“There's no need to get all loud. The thing is, I spotted Gigi; Jessica's…. Friend” he replied In a mutter, although one could detect the hesitancy in his tone. Yet, Jinx shoved it aside before gasping happily. 

“Where? Where!” he rasped with a smile lingering on his lips. Again, Leonard was reluctant to disclose the location, but after he got yelled by, he eventually did. Rapidly, Jinx slipped into a large hoodie, then rushed out of the room. 

While he descended the apartment stairs quickly, happiness surged continuously through his veins; he's been so worried about Jessica, and now he can ultimately meet her. 

He boarded a taxi to the club and kept pestering the taxi driver to go faster—he narrowly escaped engaging in a brawl with the driver, since his urges were slightly annoying. Arriving at the clubhouse, he found it as busy and frisky as ever. 

At the entrance of the club, he met someone rather unexpected—Marie. Apparently, she happened to be at the door when he's coming. 

“Hi” Marie waved politely while deliberately standing in his path. As much as he wanted to be less obnoxious, he's irritated. “What do you want?” came a low scrawl from him. “I wanted to talk to you the other day, but it seemed you were busy”

“And I'm not now? Girl move!” he attempted to slide away, yet she was adamant. Marie parted her arms and stood gallantly. “It won't kill you to have a drink with me, will it, sweetheart?” she pulled up a coquettish smile, which he only found vexing. 

“It will; I don't mingle with bugs” Jinx smirked tauntingly. Her jaw dropped in shame, and he walked into the club, leaving her dumbfounded. Stepping in, his eyes searched for Leo frantically. 

But it was a bit hard since it's fucking filled and the colored disco lights didn't help at all. “Where the hell is that bastard?” he gritted after his fruitless search. Having no other option, he had to step into the dance floor, but heading for the cellar. 

Perhaps he might find Gigi there, and Leo won't be needed anymore. “Are you all animals!”

“Hey, don't step on me”

“Fuck, are you blind?”

“Hey …!”

Those were Jinx's angry groans while he walked through the busy dance floor—he almost got trampled over since everyone was so wild. Eventually, he made it to the cellar. 

“The hell's wrong with these people?” he scoffed while settling on a high stool. The bartender smiled at him, already assuming it's his first time attending. “Pretty boy, is this your first time?” the bartender asked with a grin. “Yeah. What if?” He snapped, although he regretted it immediately—acting rudely to anyone is the traits of a jerk; he's no jerk. 

“I'm sorry” Jinx muttered an apology. “Can I get a glass of whiskey?” he added a request. Instantly, it was provided. “It's on the house”

“Thanks!” he smiled before reaching for the glass cup. While he sipped the content slowly, a loud roar of excitement was heard. “Those assholes. This ain't no fucking brothel” the bartender shook his head slowly. Now Jinx was amused. 

“Brothel?” Jinx repeated and arched his eyebrows questioningly. “Yeah. Some college couples are shamelessly going all out at the VIP reception”.

“In public?”

“Shockingly ain't it? Well, the b*tch involved is a real wh*re. Everyone here knows her. Ain't it pitiful how desperately her parents try to provide for her, and she's screwing every di*k in California?”

With the way the bartender spoke, Jinx felt extremely curious. So, he excused himself, stood up and then went over to the VIP reception only to have the greatest shock of his life. The glass of whiskey he held fell freely to the ground, and shattered into numerous pieces as he gaped unbelievably at his supposedly girlfriend—Jessica riding nakedly on some random person. She seemed so engrossed she never noticed Jinx. 

The onlookers kept cheering her on and unlike them, Jinx was having a mental breakdown. 

His legs became fragile, and his heart beat slowed down every second. “What the….” words failed him drastically, and he stumbled backwards, almost falling to his feet when two arms gripped him. 

“Are you okay?” Marie asked, still holding him. “Take…take me out of here! Now… please.” he literally pleaded while oblivious of whosoever he's referring too. She smirked, then gladly dragged him out of the club. 

Marie shoved a very disorganized Jinx into her car, got in and began the drive back to her apartment.