Chapter 4 Boy Meets Boy (Jackson)
As if the title doesn't tell it all. I know this chapter is probably stereotypical, but I need to set up for the next chapter. I hope you enjoy. Leave reviews and follow/favorite =D
Jackson Jekyll didn't know what to feel as he followed behind a tall blond guy. "What is this exactly," asked Jackson as the blond stopped outside of a bright green building, covered in neon signs. The blond giggled at the sheepish teen. "It's a club Jack," he said with a laugh. Still uneasy about the situation, Jackson formulated another question. "What kind of club?" The blond (whose name was Stephen) sighed, "Gay, straight, bicurious, single, taken, human, monster- blah, blah, blah," listed Stephen. Jackson gulped as he watched Stephen open up the doors. "Well here you go Jack. Here's 'The Spot'. How are you feeling?"
Jackson didn't know what or how he should feel. He was the new kid in a town filled with a little bit of everything, but he still didn't fit in. Earlier that day he was sitting alone outside his house when Stephen came up to him.
"Hi, I'm Stephen," he introduced himself gleefully. Jackson couldn't help but stare at the guy. He was 6 feet tall with spiky ice blond hair. He was nicely tanned with sky-blue eyes and sharp facial features. Jackson thought that he resembled Xander from Drawn Together. Stephen insisted on finding out everything he could about Jackson- Where he lived previously? His favorite food? If he was single? All Jackson could do was stare at Stephen. He was shocked by the guy's vibrant personality. Jackson could only imagine what life would be like with that personality. When he finally gathered the courage, Jackson answered all of Stephen's questions enthusiastically.
After the session of questions Stephen decided to tell more about himself. "Well Jackson, I'm a freshman in college and in the evenings I work at this club called 'The Spot'. It's a nice place to meet new 'people' and you're guaranteed to find somebody worth your while, and it would mean a lot to me if you could come," pressed Stephen. Jackson squinted his eyes through his black- rectangular framed glasses. "Uh," he sputtered. Stephen chuckled, "Didn't you say you were starting school at Monster High tomorrow? A few 'people' from Monster High frequent the spot," added Stephen, hoping to reel Jackson in. Jackson shrugged, "It's not like I have anything better to do."
That explained why Jackson stood in the club now. "I guess I feel okay," murmured the teen. Stephen patted his shoulder to reassure him. "Believe me Jack, you'll be on cloud nine in few minutes," laughed Stephen. Just then Stephen's iPhone began to buzz loudly. "Ohh," Stephen smiled as he read the name on the screen. "Wait here Jack, I'll be right back. Chelsea, get Jack a rum and coke on me," ordered Stephen as he ran to the backdoor of the establishment.
Jackson stood in the midst of the madness, that Stephen called a "Club". As he looked around he saw all the things he had been warned against. In a far corner he saw a werewolf in a purple- fur collared jacket sitting at a table with a male werewolf and a tiny pink vampire. The female werewolf held a freshly rolled marijuana blunt between her thumb and index finger as the male lit it with a lighter. Jackson was mesmerized. It wasn't like he had never seen these things before; he had just never seen these things done so openly without fear of being caught.
In the middle of the floor he saw three female werecats enveloped in a deep make-out session. Jackson wasn't sure you could call what they were doing "Making-out". The orange striped cat in the middle seemed to be the center of all the action, while the raven-haired one and the blonde one seemed to feed off of her moves. Jackson snapped back to reality when the female called Chelsea handed him an alcoholic beverage.