Chapter One
Planet Bang
Gabby Mitchell and her parents had just moved to L.A., and she was very excited. She had grown up in the small town of Germantown, Maryland, so this was a big change. She had black hair and dark blue eyes Her skin was as pale as the moon and flawless. She had very dark and revealing clothes, all were in a size two. Her ears each had a double piercing and one in the cartilage. Her belly button and tongue were pierced. Her belly button with a stainless steel hoop and her tongue with a silver ball. Her nose was pierced with a black gem and she had a crescent moon tattoo below her bellybutton, the rounded edge down and the tips up. She also had a tattoo of a rose with bloody thorns on her right shoulder blade. She loved to show off her tattoos and piercings.
Already she had gotten to know people. Next door lived a girl named Tianna Moore. Tianna and her friends Vanessa, Catty, Jimena, and Serena seemed nice enough, but were very odd. At first when she saw that Tianna, Serena, Jimena, Vanessa and Catty had the same moon charm necklace, she thought that they were in a gang. When she voiced this, they told her that a friend of theirs had given them the charms. She smiled. "They're very pretty," she told them. They said, "Thank you."
She had been invited to go to a club on Thursday. It was called Planet Bang. She scanned the crowed for her friends. Her eyes met a boy's. He smiled and looked her up and down. She smiled back. She did look good in her knee high black heels and pleather skirt that stopped halfway down her thighs with a punker belt. She also wore a black tube top with a see through black blouse over it. It clearly revealed her moon tattoo and her rose if she turned around.
He had dark blond hair and the darkest eyes she'd ever seen.
He wore a black tank top that revealed a tattoo, on his left arm.
His pants were black too, and his shoes were black boots. He had strong features. A powerful chin and jaw, and perfectly straight Roman nose. Her heart was melting.
She glanced up as Michael Saratoga, Vanessa's boyfriend, walked on stage with his band. She paid no attention to him and instead looked for the boy that was staring at her before. She found him and walked over. He eyed her and said, "Hello."
She said, "Hi, would you like to dance?"
He smiled, nodded and they walked into the thick of the dancing. He placed his hands on her hips and as she placed hers on his chest. She could feel the muscles beneath his shirt. They began to dance in rhythm of each other. It was as if they'd practiced. Suddenly he twirled her and pulled her into a fast and low dip. She wasn't frightened. Instead she smiled and let him lead.
People around them were stopping and watching them as they did daring moves. At the end of the song he dipped her again and his face was so close to hers, she could feel his sweet breath on her lips. Everyone was applauding. He smiled at her and said, "You're good."
She smiled back and said, "You're better." He pulled her out of the dip. Her heart was racing. He asked her if she wanted to go outside for a walk, and just hang out. She agreed and looked around for her friends. She saw them trying to reach her, but the
crowd wouldn't let up. She waved at them and left with the boy.
They walked for about a block not saying anything. Her head felt strange. Like something crawling through it. To make conversation she said, " My name is Gabby Mitchell and I just moved hear from Maryland. I go to La Brea High, and obviously you don't because I have never seen you before." He looked at her. He seemed to be in deep thought.
He stepped in front of her and said, "I don't go to La Brea
High and I hardly ever come here. An old girlfriend was here and I wanted to check up on her and see if she missed me since she's the reason we broke up. I danced with you and you were great, and now I will kiss you."
Before she took in what he said, he was kissing her. She didn't pull away. His tongue grazed hers and she put her arms around his neck, and he put his around her waist. He held her to him and they kissed for at least five minutes. When they pulled away he said, "I was right. You're very good." She blushed and they continued walking. He held her hand and they came to a car. "I have to go," he said. "And I'm sorry but I don't have time to take you home. You can give me your number and I will call you by Sunday."
He got in the driver's seat and rolled down the window. As she was searching for a pen and paper, he started the car. She wrote down the address, and number. She bent in the window and put it in his right hand. He used this as an excuse to kiss her one last time and whisper in her ear, "My name is Stanton." He drove away, leaving her on the side of the road.