Vampire Kisses fanfic
Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne
A/N: *SIGH* Sorry I'm taking forever to update. I need to speed up the pace. Lately I haven't been brainstorming, so nothing's really coming to mind. I hope this chapter isn't too boring, but if it is, I'm sorry for letting you down. D: I'm really hard on myself, I know. *SIGH* Gotta stop that. I should be PROUD! I AM A PROUD AUTHOR! XD Tee hee. So anyways, enjoy the chapter. R&R por favor. Grazi. -Michele
~x~x~Chapter 02~x~x~
My dad dropped me off at Horace Valen High the next morning, where I walked over to my crowd of Gothic teenagers. The six of them were hanging out by the large oak tree by the side of the large school building. It had been a long weekend for me, and I was glad to see my friends again.
"Hey Emmy!" cried Ava Burton, a cute and petite girl who had short, spiky, pastel pink hair and always dressed like a Lolita doll. She flung her thin arms around me for a hug, which I graciously accepted.
"Sup, Em," said Rex Tyler, a really tall (and extremely hot) Goth with pale skin, multicolored Mohawk, and size zero plugs, a bullring, and eyebrow ring. Rex was my first friend here at Horace, and, as it turned out, he thought of me as something a bit more than a friend. The day we all decided to meet at the Coffin Club so I could introduce them to Jagger, Rex had told me in private that he had feelings for me. Of course, I couldn't just dump Jagger for Rex because I loved Jagger way more than I did Rex. Sure, Rex was sweet, kind, and really funny, but he was nothing more to me than a friend. Okay, I'll admit it; a really hot friend.
Rex smiled at me and after I finished hugging Ava, I hugged Rex.
"Hey Rex, how was your weekend?" I asked. Rex shrugged.
"Nothing new. Went over to Ava's to play with her brother's Xbox 360," he said with a grin. Ava narrowed her eyebrows and crossed her skinny arms.
"Yeah, he'll go over to my house and hang out with my brother, but neglect to hang out with me when I plan stuff," Ava grumbled. Rex chuckled and ruffled her hair.
"Hey, I have a life too. Why in the world would I want to spend it with my best friend when I can just play with her brother's Xbox?" he joked. Ava growled and rolled her eyes again.
"Give her a break, will you, Rex?" sighed Helena. Helena Monroe—unlike Rex, Ava, and I who were juniors—was a senior with a ballerina figure, long black hair, and amazing grey eyes. She was like the older sister I never had because she always stuck up for me and always backed me up. She and Ava were also like sisters as well, except they acted more like sisters than Helena and I did. Helena and Ava were always bickering over something really stupid, but they usually made up really quick. I don't think they've ever been in a fight that lasted longer than twenty minutes.
"Well I'm sorry Gary's Xbox is so much fun," Rex said sheepishly.
"Yeah, but it'd be nice to spend time with me every once in a while," replied Ava.
I sighed. This argument wasn't going to last long. While the three of them continued to quarrel over nothing, I walked over to my other three friends: Rafael Prynce, Seving (Sevvy) Gordon, and Nathaniel (Nate) Karson. Rafael and Sevvy were seniors, while Nate was a junior like me.
"Hel-lo Emmy," mused Nate, as always when he saw me. I grinned and wiggled my fingers. Nate had copper skin and long brown dreads. His arms were covered in tattoos of killer clowns and almost-naked vamp chicks. He, too, had double zero plugs and a bullring, but he also had incredibly gorgeous green eyes.
"Hi Nate. Hey Raf. Sevvy," I waved. Rafael nodded his head and Sevvy smiled and waved back.
"Hi Em," she said softly. Sevvy was the shy one of the Goth gang, and she also has a huge crush on Rafael, or so what Helena and Ava. I had to admit, I always had a feeling that Sevvy felt something for Rafael that was more than friendship.
"What about you, Em? How was your weekend?" asked Rafael, leaning against the oak tree, folding his beefy arms. Rafael was a bit on the heavy side, but he was really awesome.
I thought about what had happened over my weekend. Well, Jagger had told me he was a vampire and he'd spent the weekend at my house. Of course, I couldn't tell my vampire-crazed friends that my boyfriend was actually a vampire. I mean, I hadn't even told them what I had done with him in his coffin.
"Okay…" I said. Just when Nate was about to ask what happened, the bell rang and the subject dropped. We walked up the stone steps and went our separate ways.
My heels of my elevator boots echoed down the halls as I followed the crowd of jocks, cheerleaders, and Goths towards my homeroom class with Mr. Crammer, who we all call Mr. Crapper, since he is full of crap.
I was totally not looking forward to homeroom for two reasons: one, I didn't want to have to look at Mr. Crapper's disgusted face every time his eyes landed on me. I swear, that guy has a stick up his butt.
Two, I sat next to my arch nemesis, Brian Farson, the most popular guy in the entire school. Brian Farson was grade A jock and king of the football field. He was really cute, too. With baby blue eyes and a delicate face, he could win absolutely any girl's heart.
Any girl but mine.
And that wasn't because I was already taken, but because Brian Farson was also a grade A jerk.
He didn't seem that way at first. Yeah, he was perverted and kind of annoying by staring at my boobs while we exchanged words, but later on, when I socked him in the face and kneed him in the balls, nothing came out but rude remarks. And perverted motions, like trying to slap my ass when I wasn't looking. Little did that pea brain know was that I practically had eyes in the back of my head. Brian Farson could never get away with anything.
So today as I walked into Mr. Crapper's classroom in a red plaid school-girl mini-dress, black stockings, black long-sleeve blouse underneath the dress, and combat boots, Mr. Crapper (as usual) gave me his "why-the-hell-do-you-even-exist?" look and Brian Farson looked like he wanted to spit on my face. Of course, I wanted to barf on both of their heads, but I didn't. I completely ignored the both of them as I sat down at my desk.
"Oh look; the Gothic Slut has finally arrived. Were you finished giving T-Rex a blowjob?" sneered Brian. His nickname for Rex was T-Rex, although I think he's too dumb to know the whole name of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. He also doesn't know that that is actually a really cool name too. I mean, come on; who doesn't like dinosaurs?
I ignored Brian's remark and pulled out my latest edition of Shojo Beat. I needed to finish the segment they had on Vampire Knight, which is a bit ironic if you think about it a little bit. I mean, here I am reading a manga about vampires and also dating one.
Though it kind of seemed scary at first and I wasn't sure whether I could trust my dark white knight, knowing that he's a vampire, but I couldn't help but be even the slightest excited. I mean, of all creatures, I'm dating a vampire, the creatures I had fallen in love with ever since I was introduced to Bram Stoker's Dracula. Who would've guessed?
"Hello? Goth Slut? Are you listening to me? I just insulted you and your boyfriend," Brian said, breaking me from my concentration, which agitated me of course.
I sighed heavily and turned my head, my ponytail slapping the side of my face.
"No, Fartson, I'm not listening to you," I spat back. Brian widened his eyes at my little nickname for him. Before he could say anything else, I continued. "Why in my right mind would I want to listen to you? You are so not even worth listening to! And by the way, Rex isn't my boyfriend. I've already got one who could kick your ass in a millisecond and send you home crying to your mommy and daddy and even your princess sister."
Brian glared hard at me, as if that were supposed to startle me. I shrugged with an innocent face and turned back to my manga.
Ah, it was nice to tell people I strongly hate off.
Hey, if anyone messes with me, I'll put them in their place. Believe me. I mean, I've already humiliated the most popular boy in the entire school in front of all his friends and even some passers-by. That's what you get for trying to hump me from behind.
And it was totally true about Jagger. I mean, who do you think would win in a death match? A high school football star or a full blood vampire?
I think we all know the answer to that one.