Four. That was her lucky number. Rightfully so. It was the number of letters in her name, Jenn. Not Jennie or Jennifer, but Jenn.

Her mom wanted her name to be unique, but not where she would be made fun of every day in grade school, so Jenn it was.

It was the number of members in her group, Electric Angels. Winnie, JC, Nana, and herself. She repeated their names like a mantra, reminding herself she was part of something big. It was the number of songs they had released so far. They were relatively new to the industry, four months exactly to this day, another reason why four was her lucky number. It was the number of years she and Kass dated. It was also the number of weeks they'd been broken up for. Now, it was the number of seconds before her manager strangled her to death.

"What were you thinking?" Her manager, John, screeched. Yes, screeched. Like a banshee being murdered. "Do you know how bad this going to tank your career?"

Jenn scratched her arm nervously. A habit she picked up when she was younger and never seemed to outgrow. She opened her mouth to reply but was swiftly cut off.

"Not just your career, Jennifer," John said, throwing a wad of magazines down on the desk in front of him. "Your group mates too."

Jen glanced at her fellow group members, sitting uncharacteristically quiet in the quaint waiting area in the corner of the office. Jenn briefly locked eyes with her group leader, Winnie. She tried to silently plead for help but said leader looked away quickly.

"Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Jenn licked her lips anxiously before replying weakly. "It's just Jenn, not Jennifer."

Her manager blinked several times, processing Jenn's words before throwing his hands in the air and stalking towards the window.

"You handle this, Scott." He said, waving his hand haphazardly behind him. "I can't even look at her right now."

Jenn rubbed her forehead anxiously, staring blankly at the desk in front of her. Her eyes immediately caught on the bold headlines from the magazines her manager threw down.

Jenn from Electric Angels, America's newest girl group, was caught leaving the club with JJ Lee from New Icon.

JJ Lee, America's heartthrob, is seen leaving the club with Jenn Lancaster of Electric Angels amidst Jenn's break-up rumors.

Jenn winced. She wondered how Kass reacted to the news. Seeing her-up ex-girlfriend plastered all over headlines with a random celebrity. Even if Kass didn't love her anymore, it had to hurt.

Jenn never meant for any of this to happen. She just wanted to stop thinking about Kass so much. If she knew that JJ Lee, out of all people, frequented the club she chose to visit on a whim, she would have never gone out that night.

"You worry too much," Scott said, walking over to where John was seething by the window. "Scandals like this can actually be good for their careers."

Scott was JJ Lee's manager, which meant he also managed New Icon.

 After the photos of her and JJ were leaked, Scott immediately rushed to John's office, which happened to be only a few steps down the hall. If the situation weren't so dire, Jenn would be laughing. Of course, her group, Electric Angels, and JJ's group, New Icon, were created by the same label, Song Entertainment. In fact, the groups debuted the same year. Unsurprisingly, this made the scandal an even bigger mess.

"No, scandals like this are good for your boys, not my girls." John sighed. "Her career could be over before it even started; the media will portray her as 'Easy.' Especially since her break-up is so fresh." Jenn put her head in her hands, and her shoulders began to shake. A sob threatened to tumble out of her mouth. "All while JJ is praised for adding another girl onto his list of conquests." Her manager added.

"What is this, the 18th century?" a familiar voice piped in from above Jenn.

Jenn snapped her head up. JJ was here. Jenn turned towards him. JJ glanced at her before plopping down in the open seat next to her.

"So nice of you to join us, JJ," John said distastefully, eying him up and down.

JJ was dressed casually, similar to when she saw him that night at the club. A soft white button-up with fitted jeans that were torn tastefully at the knee. His jet-black hair was tousled slightly as if he had been running his hands through his hair. Maybe someone else was running their hands through his hair. Jenn's face burned at the thought.

She knew JJ slept around. She didn't knock him for it. Being a celebrity, especially one in the limelight constantly, could be stressful. Relationships were almost non-existent in this lifestyle. They required nurturing and privacy, something celebrities rarely ever got. So one-night stands were the next best option. Everyone knew JJ Lee was open for a night of fun, but definitely not a lifetime of commitment. Now Jenn, who desperately tried to separate herself from that lifestyle, was also being roped in.

"I only came because Scott told me he had a solution to end these preposterous rumors," JJ said disinterestedly, picking up a magazine from the desk and flipping through it.

Jenn eyed JJ disdainfully, who raised his eyebrows in response. Daring Jenn to say something, knowing she wouldn't. Not in front of everyone else, at least.

Jenn did not hate JJ. In fact, she was rather indifferent to him. Before the dreaded encounter at the nightclub, Jenn barely spoke more than two sentences to him. She would smile at him if she encountered him at award ceremonies, but she also smiled at his other members. If she saw him in the halls of the Song headquarters, She would nod in greeting. In other words, she kept her distance from JJ. Not because she was bothered by him, but because there was no reason to be close.

When Jenn saw him at the nightclub that night, she also tried to keep her distance. But two drinks in, she's staring at him from the bar. Three drinks in, she's approaching him, and four drinks in, he's taking her back to his apartment. Everything was hazy after that. Jenn remembers the warmth of another body pressed against hers, gasping breaths, scraping nails. Well, maybe she remembered a little bit more than she was willing to admit.

John huffed. "Yes, well, that's why we are all here. Scott, what is your proposed solution to this mess?"

"Right, well," Scott clasped his hands together, smiling. "I believe our dear Jenn and JJ should confirm their relationship to the media." 

Jenn blinked. 

Confirm what now?