Vampire Kisses fanfic

Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne

A/N: -sigh- Sorry it's taking me forever to post. I most likely will not be able to write anything (or go on the computer) during the week because my mom won't let me. /: Plus, I'm always buried in homework and text books. T-T Well, here's the new chapter and I hope it was worth waiting for. ;D Enjoy and please R&R. I strongly appreciate those of you who have been reviewing. I like to read your opinions (whether they be good or bad) on the story. It helps me improve my writing abilities. Anyway, again, enjoy and I'll try and get a chapter out maybe next weekend. Ciao! [: -Michele

~x~x~Chapter 03~x~x~

Ava and I exchanged glances of horror, but Lavender ignored us and continued on describing Jagger's features. Did I hear her right? Did she say she thought she was in love with Jagger — my Jagger?

"… and his hair is snowy white with ends dyed blood red. Isn't that so sexy? What really makes him sexy, though, are those intoxicating eyes. Oh my goth they're beautiful. An ocean blue and bright green." Lavender sighed with admiration, which made my heart fall through my stomach. Hearing her say this made me want to barf all over her purple body.

I continued to stare at her while Ava cut in.

"What makes you say you're in love with him? Those are some very powerful words, you know," she said.

"Well, I think I'm in love with him," corrected Lavender. "Whenever I'm away from him my heart aches."

You're heart aches?! I wanted to scream at her. He's my effing boyfriend!! However, I remained silent.

"You mean you've seen him more than once?" asked Ava with surprise. Lavender knitted her eyebrows together with confusion.

"Yeah … I did. I tried to go back to the Coffin Club everyday after I met him." Her confusion drifted into that same giddy smile whenever she mentioned Jagger. I was seriously going to be sick. "He bought me drinks and we danced. Oh it was so great!"

Okay, so, I come to school and find out that two of my friends have new tattoos of sluttish vampire girls resembling me on their bodies. Then, I come to math class and see a new girl and, because I want to be nice, introduce myself, thinking I'll make a new friend. Little do I know that this girl has the hots for my boyfriend and she thinks that her heart is beating to his name. Does God hate me right now? Honestly, I don't know what I did to do this. I thought making peace between the goths and jocks/preps at my school was a pretty good deed.

Ava chuckled nervously and looked away, afraid to see the expression on my face, although, it hadn't changed from that dull stare. My eyes continued to graze her face, evil thoughts traipsing through my mind. How dare she? How dare she? How dare she?!

And then, another sickening thought occurred to me. Jagger had been friendly — a little too friendly if you asked me. Ugh, how that pissed me off! Now, my anger had shifted to him. Oh were he and I going to have a talk alright. How could he just do this to me … again? We'd already gone through a humongous fight already where it caused me to break up with him. Did he really want to go through that again? Oh God, was he losing interest in me? Was he falling for the purple-haired goth girl? What happened to never wanting to fight with me like that again? I thought Jagger wanted to spend an eternity with me. I thought I was that girl ….

Apparently not if he's making "friends" with this Lavender. Despicable.

Lavender seemed to see the look of disgust on my face because she asked me what was wrong.

"Nothing," I said nonchalantly, but with obvious disgust.

"I'm not an idiot," Lavender retorted, which bought a glare from me, "I know when something is upsetting someone. Is it something I said? Do you know Jagger?"

My glaring brown eyes shifted away from her purple ones. I begged to die on the spot right now. I would have really knocked the lights out of that sickening, purple head of hers, but I didn't want to cause a scene. I'd learned the hard way from making scenes, particularly ones that are not really nice.

I couldn't focus at all. I thought of ditching the rest of school to wake up that notorious, cheating vampire and slap the living daylights out of him, but I resisted until lunch to leave the school for some "off-campus lunching".

"Are you positive she was talking about your Jagger?" asked Rex from the front doors as I walked furiously down the stone steps, careful not to twist my ankle in my thick Mary-Jane platforms.

"Definitely. She described him so perfectly," Ava said as I huffed.

"Oh that bastard. He's going to get it, I tell you. He's going to get it," I growled.

"What if Lavender wants to eat lunch with me?" asked Ava.

"Let her," I decided. "Listen to see if she's going to say anything else about Jagger and then text me. I need to know as much as I can. If Lavender asks where I am, just tell her I went out to get something to eat, okay?" Ava nodded and I turned on my heel and marched straight for my Mini, searching for the keys inside my tote. I was going to get to the bottom of this. What the hell was Jagger doing with that girl?

xXx

My heels echoed off of the black walls of the empty Coffin Club. I'd gotten in through the back door with Jagger's key and I knew my way around pretty well. I mean, I only came to this club, like, every day since I moved here. The Coffin Club was where I'd met Jagger, and evidently it was Lavender's special place too.

I didn't even care that I would be making so much noise going down the creaky elevator. Once I reached the basement, I furiously power-walked to Jagger's apartment door and swung it open. My rage was getting to me and my blood was boiling off the charts. I was just angry. I don't think I'd ever been this angry in my entire life. I was even more angry when Jagger lied to me. Maybe I was more angry because Jagger lied to me again, when he said he wouldn't ….

I glared as Jagger's coffin lid immediately and shined the light of my cell phone on him. The pained screech from him echoed through the entire club.

"Emily! What are you doing?" he cried as he shielded his eyes with his arm. He was sleeping in black, torn pajama pants, shirtless and exposing the amazing pecs he possessed. I remembered that hardcore make-out event in his coffin when we almost … yeah ….

"What were you doing? What's going on between you and this purple-freak Lavender chick?" I shouted.

"Lavender? Who's — oh."

"Yeah, oh," I sneered.

"How do you know about her?"

"She goes to my school, you asshole. And she thinks she's in love with you. Why does she think that?!" The tears were already running down my cheeks by now.

"She — what?"

"Jagger stop pretending! What did you do to make her feel that way about you? Were you flirting?"

"No!" Jagger cried immediately and climbed out of his coffin. In almost a second, he was hovering over me with his lanky form, trying to lift my chin to face him. I stubbornly disagreed to follow through with his act.

"Then what? She has no idea that you have a girlfriend, and your 'acts of kindness' probably made her believe that you were available," I explained.

"She was new. I wanted to make her comfortable with the area," Jagger reasoned, but I scoffed.

"A little too comfortable," I muttered. Jagger took my chin to face him again.

"I was not flirting. I thought we already went through this — you're my one and only love and once you graduate we're going to be bonded forever. Don't make the mistake in believing that I'd stoop so low as to flirt with some other girl, not when I have the hottest girl in the entire world to myself," Jagger said with a grin. I sighed. Okay, so if he wasn't flirting, why did she fall so hard already?

"Well, I am pretty sexy," Jagger laughed once I asked him. I glared and folded my arms across my chest.

"Jagger, shut up. This is serious. There's a girl at my school who's so freaking in love with you and won't stop talking about you and I don't know what to do about it! You should have told her that you weren't single," I growled.

"It didn't occur to me," he admitted sheepishly.

"It didn't occur to you?" I cried. "Jagger, how could it not occur to you? Here's a new girl having the time of her life with you and it doesn't occur to you that you should mention that you have a girlfriend before she gets her hopes raised too high?" I sighed heavily.

"Yeah, she looked like she was having fun, but she didn't look interested," Jagger snapped. "If at any point she was trying to flirt with me while I was with her, she sure did do a crappy job, since I couldn't recognize it."

I sighed again. Well, that did make me feel somewhat better.

"Can you just trust me, please?" he continued. "I promised you I would never lie again. I love you, Emmy, and I don't ever want to lose you like how I did before again."

His pale white hand cupped my jaw and, finally, I nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I'm sorry," I said, "but next time you meet a new girl and she's having the time of her life, make it said that you have a girlfriend, got it?"

Jagger chuckled and combed his fingers through my hair. "Got it, babe." He kissed me gently on the lips and yawned.

"Thanks for waking me up in the middle of the day," he said, smacking his lips. I arched an eyebrow.

"Hey, there was a chance that you could have been cheating on me. I didn't have a choice but to come down here and wake your ass up," I retorted. Jagger rolled his mismatching eyes and sighed, but while he did, the butt pocket of my jeans vibrated. I gasped and hastily took it out.

"What?" asked Jagger curiously.

"Text message," I said and saw the unread message from Ava.

"So?"

"So I told Ava to let Lavender sit with her during lunch, just so she can get more information about you from her. No doubt she'd still talk about you," I said, narrowing my eyebrows.

Jagger rolled his eyes. "Wow, Em. Jealous much?"

"Not even," I scoffed. "Why would I be jealous of some girl because she liked my boyfriend? No, I'm just protecting my relationship."

"Our relationship, Emily," corrected Jagger. I waved him off as I opened the text message. After I read through it, my eyes were wide and Jagger noticed.

"What?"

"Lavender knows now," I said.

"Knows what?"

"She knows we're dating. And she's pissed … at me."