As I looked out the window I could see the moon was almost in the centre of the sky. Switching my eyes to the clock I could see that it was almost eleven. It's almost time, I thought before my gaze turned back to my best friend who was just finishing getting ready. I watched her as she just finished putting on her black lipstick and sighed.
Her name is Trinity and she's Goth. Don't get me wrong, she's one of the sweetest people I know but we're not that alike. While she listens to slipknot, I listen to anything but. While she wears mostly black and other dark colours, I have a variety of colours in my closet. I suppose that's why she made me wear one of her outfits. We're going to a club that she has tried to get me to go to since she's heard of it. And since I just moved in with her and her parents, now is a good a time as any. My parents love me and everything, they just didn't want to take me away from everything and everyone I knew when they decided to move out of town. So here I am, at 17, living with my Goth best friend.
She has dressed me up in a black corset top, black skinny jeans, and black stilettos. She did my make-up too and I have to admit, even though the black lipstick is going to take some getting used to, the black eyeliner and eye-shadow really brings out my blue eyes. My finger and toe nails are painted black, to match my naturally dark hair as well.
My best friend turned and looked at me after pulling on her knee-high black boots over her fishnet stockings. "Okay Avery, are you ready to go celebrate your new living arrangements now?" She had the brightest smile on her face. She was ecstatic when she heard the news that our parents decided I would move in with her and her parents.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? Maybe we should just have a movie night? I'll even suffer through 30 Days of Night with you." I pleaded.
"Oh come on, We'll have so much fun! This is a once in a life time opportunity! I usually have to sneak out to go to the club." She said with a little pout.
Her parents are actually letting us go celebrate and with no curfew as well, only "They don't actually know we're going to a club you know. They thing we're going to a horror show lock down at the movie theatre."
"What they don't know, wont hurt them." She said with a wave of her hand, completely brushing off the topic.
"What if I don't fit in? You've been to this club before, I haven't."
"You'll fit in just fine. You look Goth and you look super hot. Just dance to some of the songs and you'll make friends in no time." She assured me, "Now we have to go or we're going to be so far back in line in will be morning before we get in." So we walked out of her room, shouted a good-bye to her parents who were in there bedroom with the door shut and were on our way.
During the drive there, something dawned on me. "How exactly are two underage teenagers going to get into a night club?"
"With fake id's of course. Don't worry, I have yours in my wallet next to mine. I'll give it to you when we park."
"When did I get a fake id?"
"Yesterday, I asked my friend Jax. I just gave him one of your really crappy webcam pictures and he made one. He's a genius I swear. They look as real as any." She said, I just sighed and looked out the window.
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We were waiting in line now and it was a little crowded. I never thought in my life I would enter a building called The Coffin Club. A few people later, we handed our id's to the bouncer. He was big and burly. "You two don't look twenty one." He said.
Trinity leaned into him a little, and fiddled with a strand of her bleach blond hair, giving him a good view of her cleavage. "Surely you remember me? I was here just yesterday." She said in a sultry tone. The bouncer didn't seem affected at all.
"It's her I don't remember." He said pointing at me and narrowing her eyes.
"Of course you don't remember her. I'm bringing her here to celebrate her birthday. She's just turned 21 today." She said, leaning back with a roll of her eyes, "You'd know that if you looked at the card properly." The crowd was getting restless, so the bouncer just handed back the cards and motioned us through the doors. Trinity squealed and pulled me inside with her.
The loud music blasted me, as soon as we entered. Some band I don't know playing, and I couldn't even make out the lyrics because they were screaming into the microphone.
"Oh my Goth, They have live entertainment tonight. This was the most perfect night to come!" She squealed and pulled me further and further inside and over to the bar, sitting me down on one of the coffin shaped stools. "I'll have a Bloody Mary. She'll have a Blue Lagoon." She said as she pointed at me.
"Something tells me you don't drink a lot, so I started you off with something light." She told me. The two girls next to me snickering a little. Oh yeah, I'm going to fit in for sure, I thought with a roll of my eyes.
My drink was then set in front of me and it was a bright blue; nearly the same shade as my eyes. I took a sip and was surprised at how good it tasted. I thought for sure I was going to taste the vodka but I didn't. I pretty much downed the drink and ordered another, drinking this one a little more slowly.
"Come on Avery, let's dance." She said, dragging me to the dance floor. I had no idea how to dance to this type of music, so I just followed what my friend was doing, though I don't think I was doing it right. I felt like an idiot and didn't dare look at the people around me in fear that they might be laughing at me. My friend assured me that I was fine, that no one was looking at me but I was still a little unsure.
After an hour and half of trying to keep up with my rocking out best friend, I was a little thirsty and left Trintiy dancing while I went back to the bar. Sitting down on the stool, I rested my elbow on the counter and my cheek in my hand. The bar tender then came over to me.
"What will it be?" He asked.
"Can I just have water right now?" I asked. He nodded and went to go get me a glass of water.
"You realise this a bar right?" Said someone sitting next to me. I turned in my set a little, dropping my arm from the counter. The guy sitting next to me was quite handsome, he had white hair with red tips. He had on a black t-shirt saying 'possess' on it. When he turned to look back at me I saw that his eyes were different colours; one blue and one green. He was pale and seemed a little thin but looked quite strong. All in all, very attractive and mysterious looking.
"I was thirsty from dancing and the music is giving me a headache." I replied.
"You don't like the music?" He asked, seemingly interested.
"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I'm not used to this Goth music." Only realising what I said after I said it.
"Don't you know this is a Goth bar?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
I tried to think fast to recover from my slip up, "Yes, of course! Why else would I be here? What I meant is that I don't listen to this music very often because my parents don't let me and it's kind of hard to get around that when I live in the same house as them." That sounded so lame and it didn't even make sense to me, but it's to late to take it back now.
His other eyebrow raised and then they both lowered and he nodded in understanding. "I completely understand what you're trying to say." He said.
"Y-you do?" I stammered.
"Of course, you don't like Goth music, in fact you're probably not even a Goth. You most likely got dragged here by a friend or just felt like playing dress-up for the night." He said and then smirked at my shocked/embarrassed expression. "It wasn't that hard to figure out, especially after your awful attempts at dancing."
For some reason, I felt like I was being accused of something. "I'm not mocking Goths you know. I just came here to have a good time with my friend. I didn't know having fun was such a crime!" I snapped.
I tensed when I heard a chuckle escape his lips. "I'm not saying it's a crime to have fun. I'm saying you don't look like you're having any fun at all. Coming here obviously wasn't your idea."
"And why do you say that?"
"Because you're sitting here all by yourself drinking water." He said, putting extra emphasis on water.
"That doesn't mean anything!" I hissed and then thought of something, "And why are you sitting here by yourself then? Maybe you're the one not having fun!"
He seemed thoughtful for a moment before getting up and taking my hand and pulling me to the dance floor again.
"What are you doing?" I shouted over the music, trying to pull my hand from his grip. He kept a firm hold though. He finally stopped and turned toward me, putting his hands on my hips and trying to make me move a long with him.
"Dancing with you, or trying to anyway. You're making it rather difficult when you're just standing there like that as stiff as a board." He said. I could hear the amusement in his tone and scowled. He was secretly laughing at me.
"I meant why are you trying to dance with me." I stated as I slowly started to let his hands guide me to the rhythm of the music.
"I thought it was obvious?" He said, rolling his eyes at my confused look, "You were alone, I was alone, so I decided to make a little fun for both of us." He said loudly so I could hear him over the music.
I at least wanted to have some fun tonight so I just decided to go with it and let him dance with me. He obviously new what he was doing and he was leading me, so I didn't feel like such an idiot any more. A half hour later, I felt him lean close to me and whisper in my ear, loud enough so I could hear him.
"Are you having fun yet?" He asked.
Before I could answer though, my drunk friend came over and put her arms around me. "Oh Av, you are my most bestest best friend in the whole wide world and I've been looking everywhere! Everywhere! For you!" She said and then noticed my dance partner before giving me an evil grin, "You snagged a hot one!" She then burst into a fit of giggles and almost fell over before I caught her.
"How much have you drank?" I asked her with a disappointed shake of my head.
She held up her thump and index finger about a centimetre apart and said "just a tad."
"Yeah, a tad to much. We can't go home with you this drunk, your parents think we're at the movies!" I was being harsh but I was seriously freaking out.
"Oh Avvy Avvy Avvy, Oh Avvy, you worry to much. Everything is just A-Okay. We have the car, we'll just stay there but first! I want to party some more!" She said excited and was about to take off but I pulled her back.
"I think you've partied enough. You're lucky it's a warm night." I said as I hooked my arm with hers and turned back to my dancing partner. "We're going to have to leave now. Thank you for the dances, good night." I said and started to turn away.
"You don't have to stay in your car. We have apartments here you can crash in. No charge." He said grinning. I eyed him sceptically and he must have noticed. "There's no catch, I promise, just leave before sunrise."
I couldn't see any reason to turn down his offer so I let out a defeated sigh, "Alright, lead the way then."
We walked through the crowded dance floor, me half dragging my best friend. We past the Monster and Ghouls room, I completely lost track of where we were but we eventually entered an elevator shaft. After exiting the shaft I follow the man, who I now realised I don't even know the name of, down a narrow hallway and to a door. He took out a skeleton key and unlocked it before opening it up. He then stepped aside to let me in before entering himself and shutting the door. I walked over to the couch and laid my friend on it, she was out as soon as she was in place.
I sighed and turned to him, "Thank you for letting us stay here. Are you sure you wont get in trouble?" I asked.
"I shouldn't, I'm part owner. I founded this club before it was taken away from me." He said the last part bitterly.
"Oh, okay." I said and then looked around the room. It was dark, except for the few candles that were lit and there were no windows. Then my eyes caught on something. "Is that a…"
"Coffin?" He asked. I nodded, still looking at it. He chuckled a bit, "Yes it is, I thought it would be cool to sleep in one of these rather than a bed." He explained. "Would you like to try it out? It's actually quite comfy."
"No thank you, I don't plan on laying in one of those until I die." I said, not noticing the subtle change in his expression at my response. My eyes then widened, "Wait a minute! This is your apartment?" I asked, looking him straight in the eye with a hint of anger I knew was obvious.
"Yes, is that a problem?" He was so nonchalant it was infuriating.
"Is that a problem? Of course it's a problem! You tricked me into coming down here!"
"I didn't trick you into anything! You could have said no if you wanted, I was just trying to be nice!" He snapped back at me.
"How do I know you didn't bring me down here to have your way with me?! I don't even know you! Not even your name!" My voice started to raise.
"I didn't bring you here to have sex with you. Your friend is laying on the couch in case you've forgotten!"
I breathed deeply to calm myself down, he had a point. "I still don't know your name." I said, looking away from him now.
"It's Jagger. Jagger Maxwell. And yours? I think your friend called you Avvy?" He said, calming down now too.
"It's Avery actually." I replied, a little reluctant to give him my last name but did anyway, "Avery Wynter. My friends name is Trinity Turner."
Nothing was said for awhile after that as I looked around his room a little more. He just leaned up against his coffin watching me as I roamed, looking at all the posters on his wall. I noticed that there were no pictures of him or his family, if he had any family that is.
"You never answered my question earlier." He spoke, startling me a little. I turned to look at him, our eyes locking. Me turning away again before I blushed.
"What question would that be?" I asked. I think I knew the question he was talking about but why would he want to know?
"Did you have fun while we were dancing?" He asked.
"It was alright I guess. I wouldn't really call what I was doing dancing though. You leading helped a little but I still looked like a constipated monkey on the dance floor."
He laughed loudly at that, Trinity not even moving a muscle at the loudness. "Believe me, everyone else isn't much better at it. You just have to let go and act crazy. Half the people in the club can't even dance." He said. I supposed he was right. "Would you ever come back?" He asked. He seemed genuinely interested in my answer too.
Would I really ever come back though? I suppose since I'm living with Trinity it's a very good possibility. Though would I come willingly or would I be forced again? It's a hard question. It wasn't all that bad of a night. The only problem I had was taking care of my drunk friend but that's not really that big of a deal. I…..Before my next thought could form I felt something lightly caressing my arm and looked down. As soon as I looked down I screamed and shook my arm violently and jumped across the room while shuddering.
Jagger jumped at my scream and started looking around frantically. "What? What happened?" His head was turning left, right, up, down and when he didn't see anything he turned to me.
"Th-there was a spider crawling up my arm." I said and shuddered a little more.
"A spider? That's it?" He said and then smirked at me, "You're afraid of spiders?" He laughed a little bit, "You realise that they're more afraid of you than you are of it right?" He said and then laughed a little more.
"Oh shut up will you! Who cares if I'm afraid of spiders, they're small and creepy and they disgust me. Besides, everyone has at least one thing they're afraid of." I said.
"Not me. That's why I can laugh at other people who are." He said with that stupid smirk.
"You are so arrogant! You're the biggest jerk I've ever met and I regret ever thinking you were attractive!" I have the biggest mouth in the world, I really need to watch what I say.
His smirk just grew and I groaned. "You think I'm attractive?" He asked and then started stepping closer to me.
"I thought you were, were being the key word here. Your personality makes you ugly." I said, stepping away from him and going to sit on the end of the couch at my friends feet. "No if you'll excuse me. I'm going to ignore you and try to get a little bit of sleep." I said. I then glanced at my watch and saw that it was about 3:30 in the morning.
Jagger seemed agitated by my last comments and looked at his own clock. "The sun starts to rise at 6:45am." He stated.
"So?"
"Be gone by then." He said and then left his room, slamming the door as he walked through it.
Right, 6:45.…I'm sure I'll wake up before then I thought as I drifted into slumber.
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"Wake up!" I heard someone shout as they shook me. I groaned and swatted whosever hand it was, away. "Wake up will you! You were supposed to leave by now…" When I just turned my head away and attempted to curl up into the little ball at the end of the couch again, I felt someone lift me up by placing a hand behind my back and under my knees. I groaned again and groggily opened my eyes, blinking a few times before I looked at a pale handsome face with white and red hair hanging over his eyes as he looked down at me. "Finally awake I see." Jagger said, but not letting me down.
"What did you wake me up for?" I whined.
"It's 6:55, the sun started to rise ten minutes ago and you were supposed to be gone by now." He said and then dropped my legs so suddenly that I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep myself from falling to the floor. He smirked at my action and placed his arms around my waist, "How lovely."
As comfortable I was in this position - which I scolded myself for - I wriggled out of grasp, letting go of him and stepping away. I seriously don't know what the problem is with me leaving before the sun is in the sky.
"I'll carry you friend to your car. Something tells me it will be impossible to wake her up right now." He said and walked over to her, lifting her in his arms, the same way he was holding me not even a minute ago. For some reason, I didn't like this; it made me angry seeing him with my friend in his arms. "Follow me then and I'll lead you to the parking lot."
I followed silently after him. I paid more attention to my surroundings this time as we walked down the hall and into the elevator shaft. As we walked through the club and to the front doors, I was sure that I would remember my way back but I didn't know why I wanted to.
When we reached my car I unlocked the doors and opened the back seat so Jagger could lay Trinity down. He shut the back door and looked around nervously.
"Are you alright?" I asked him.
He tensed before looking back at me and nodding stiffly, "Yeah, fine. Just tired."
"Well, you have to entire day to sleep away," I said and then let out a yawn, "So do I for that matter."
"Are going to come back here tonight?" He asked.
"Probably not, I've got school tomorrow." I said and then blushed at my idiocy. Why can't I ever just keep my mouth shut?
"School? How old are you?" He asked suspiciously. His eyes were narrowed. When I didn't answer he took a step closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder, tightening his hold firmly but not painfully. "How old are you?" He asked again, using his other hand to lift my head so that I would look him straight in the eye.
"Seventeen." I finally admitted, not being able to look away from his intense gaze. He let go of me and crossed his arms.
"And here I thought you didn't like breaking the rules. Maybe I was wrong about you." He said with a smirk.
I was surprised by his words. "But you're the owner, aren't you mad. Aren't you going to shout and yell at me never to step foot in your club again?" I asked.
"Why would I do that when I'm only eighteen myself?" He asked and laughed when my jaw dropped. He then hissed when the sun came up just a little more, casting a few rays onto us. "I have to go." He said quickly and then ran back into the building, not even saying a proper goodbye. What a jerk!
When we pulled into Trinity's driveway, it was about 7:20am. I looked back at Trinity and sighed before getting out of the car and opening up the back door. I shook her a little but she didn't stir. Might as well leave her here, I thought, knowing I wouldn't be able to lift her. I shut the door, locked the car and went inside up to my room.
As I was changing into my pyjamas, I couldn't help but think of Jagger and that annoyed me greatly. Though I couldn't help but shiver lightly at how it felt to be held by him. It was a feeling that I wouldn't mind feeling again. As I laid down and pulled the covers up over me, I just stared at the ceiling. He was rather nice at times even though he did get on my nerves so maybe, I should give him another chance.
