The next day I couldn't wait to meet with Jagger. Sunlight shone in on my room and I groaned rolling over in my deep blue bed sheets. I wasn't ready to get up, but the thought that in only a couple of hours, I'd be seeing the hypnotic, multi-color eyed, Jagger made my feet swing over the side of my bed and lift myself up to get ready.
School flew by rather quickly despite how slow I knew it would go. But even after the final bell rang and preps hopped into their over expensive cars, I still had daylight to burn. It just so happened that Raven dragged me with Becky to a soccer game. Not ideal, but better than pacing around my house thinking too much. I wore a normal outfit with black skinny jeans, a regular HIM T-shirt, and knee high Doc Martins. Not ideal for a date, but I that's the kinda girl I was. Dress up doll one day, normal slacker the next.
The setting was non to desirable. The sun was starting to set as the game raged on around us. I was currently trying to help Raven with her French homework, since I knew the language well. Apparently the game tonight was against a huge rival team because almost everyone from school was cheering on the sweaty soccer boys.
"Can't I just give up? French is so annoying anyways." Raven complained throwing her hands in the air.
I eyed her. "It's actually a rather beautiful language. Well if you'd learn Latin it would be a lot easier for you to comprehend."
She stared at me as if I were wearing a white miniskirt with a matching dress shirt. "You know Latin?" I nodded. She shook her head. "There is no hope for me anymore." I giggled but it was quickly drowned out as everyone around us jumped from their seats clapping and screaming as Trevor scored. I saw Raven roll her eyes. I didn't feel anything towards Trevor so I had no comment on the matter. That was until the game stopped for a break and he ran over to the bleachers and leaned against the railing, smiling at me.
"What do you want?" I asked, eying him. For a moment, my thoughts of Jagger, or Raven's French homework, were far from my mind.
"I'm gonna win this game for you." He said with a sultry voice. Even with his blonde hair sticking to his tan skin, he was still beautiful. It made me sick to my stomach.
"Do you say that to every girl you go after?" I heard Raven interject before I had a chance to reply.
His green eyes lit up as if that was the cue he'd been waiting for. "Why? You jealous?" All of his attention turned to her and I was quite thankful for it. I glanced at the watch on my arm. 7:25. Jagger's smirk flashed in my mind and I instantly stood. They both looked up at my sudden action in confusion. A whistle blew off in the distance and Trevor ran back to a semi-circle of teammates.
"Where are you headed?" Raven asked as I started to gather my things.
"The Crypt." I said not looking at her.
She was silent for a moment, then asked, "To see Jagger?"
Without even looking at her I nodded. "See you tomorrow Raven." I heard her call my name as I shuffled through the crowd and off the field, but nothing would stop me from seeing Jagger. Nothing from this world or another could keep me away from him.
I arrived at the Crypt at 7:45. A few minuets until I was supposed to actually arrive but I was sure Jagger wouldn't mind. I walked up to the door and gave it a pull. To my surprise it was unlocked and I let myself in. Without the familiar pulsing of music and bodies thrashing around the club felt extremely empty. Everyone in Dullsvile was at that stupid soccer game. Even Raven.
"Hello?" I called into the darkened building. My own voice echoed back to my ears. The strobe lights weren't flashing so it was hard to see everything like normal. I was a night lover, not a night walker. I noticed a set of stairs descending off to the left. I quickly bounded down them and found myself in a long, darker hallway.
"Jagger?" I called slightly worriedly into the empty rooms. At the end of the hall and a right turn later I found a room in the whole place that seemed to be the only one lit. I walked inside.
It was an all black carpet and walls room ad was sort of small. There was a large black, open coffin to my left and next to it, an aquarium. Upon closer inspection I noted that the aquarium wasn't filled with water, but rather, a large brown spider. As I approached I saw the tarantula's beady little black eyes staring right at me. It was so cute.
"So nice of you to let yourself in." I whirled around to Jagger standing only inches away. I stared at him and he had that trademark smirk plastered on his face. I almost looked into his eyes until I realized how much power they held over me. Instead, I stared at his white jacket and wondered how he approached me without making a peep.
"Well if you would have left me a map or something. You just lucky I didn't get lost." I could feel his hot gaze on me.
"Am I now?" I looked up and he was still looking down at me. My face flushed. Then he chuckled and walked across the room to another door. Before he walked inside he tilted his head back slightly. "You hungry?"
I shook my head. "No thanks. I ate at the game."
"Game?" He questioned but he didn't give my the time to answer for he went into what I was assuming was the kitchen. I turned around and followed him.
The kitchen was all white, contrasting greatly with the room and was cramped as well, but pretty regular looking. He had poured himself a drink but I couldn't see of what because he was drinking out of a goblet again. "Yeah there was a soccer game and I went with Raven for Becky. Honestly, I hate sports of any type.
"Hmm." He took a small sip. "Daytime activities don't interest me."
"I know!" I exclaimed. "Who wants to get all hot and sweaty?" I stuck out my tongue and pinched the bridge of my nose in disgust. He laughed and I smiled up at him. He set his goblet down and grabbed my hand in one fluid movement, leading me out of the kitchen and back into the main room. I felt my heart jump when his skin came into contact with my own. His skin was extremely cold and I felt myself shiver.
"I saw you eying my pet spider with such interest," he flashed back a grin, "How would you like to hold it?"
My eyes widened in excitement. "Oh I would love to!" I couldn't contain my joy as he walked me over to the creature. His hand left my own and I felt slightly saddened by the cold warmth, but he lifted the lid of the aquarium off and gestured for me to get it.
Nervous, but also exhilarated I placed my hand inside and slowly scooped up the brown, fuzzy spider. It didn't move the entire time and just looked at me. I could see all eight eyes completely focused on me. "Fantastic~" I squealed. I was extremely close to petting the thing if it didn't already look like it would bite my finger off.
Jagger set the lid down beside the cage and walked off to the blood red couch in the middle of the room. His gazed followed me as I stared at the creature with my complete interest. "Ahh, how strange," he started and I tore my gaze away from the tarantula. "I think I've become jealous of my pet." He smirked yet again and I placed the little giant back inside the tank. I turned and stood awkwardly in his room until he lifted his hand, and with a single finger, motioned for me to come towards him.
I walked over and he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me into his lap. I laughed lightly, willing to play along with his game, and wrapped my arms boldly around his neck. "Being truthful here," I stared, this time looking into his blue-green eyes. "You so different from anyone I've ever met and I like you for that." I stated sincerely.
He smiled genuinely and leaned his head on my shoulder. "You too. When I first saw you, you looked so much like Raven," I frowned at the mention of her name. I loved her, but why did Jagger have to bring her up? As if he was reading my thoughts, he continued, "But you smelled different."
That was one I hadn't heard before. "Wait? I smelled?"
"Not bad." He chuckled slightly. "I can tell people by smell and you smelled different from Raven. Better."
I scrunched my brows. "Hows so?" I questioned, turning to him.
"Your pain." He answered simply. "You know pain that Raven doesn't. She just knows the unhappiness of being an outcast, but over the years she has learned to deal with it." He sighed slowly, "Other than that, her life it perfectly normal. You know true pain; loss. How empty that feels; how lonely."
I reached up and stroked his cheek softly as he talked. He looked saddened and seemed to be speaking from the head. Did he too know pain like I?
I looked up at him and he gazed down at me softly. Slowly, he cradled my face. I leaned into his touch; it's chill comforting my skin. He moved forward slightly and I closed my eyes. Then it happened. I felt those cold, pale lips against my own. The kiss was soft, sweet. Everything Raven thought he wasn't. Just went to show how much she didn't know.
How chilling his lips felt against my own. I let off a shiver, as if this had always meant to be. In a strange way, it felt right. Jagger was dangerous, and couldn't be trusted; this I knew.
But I didn't care.
Jagger deepened the kiss and pulled my head back slightly. I cracked my eyes open to see him staring at me with not the usual emerald and ice blue eyes I expected, but bright ruby ones. They changed colors? He must have noticed how startled I was because he soon pulled away and rested back against the couch; trying to regain his regular breathing pattern. I was doing the same but I slid off his lap and onto the actual couch.
"You..are so weird." I giggled quietly, referring to his eyes. He was just full of surprises. And even though I should have thought more about the strange trick, I suddenly felt tired and nothing else mattered. Sliding down, I laid my head down on his lap. He lifted his hand and ran it through my long, black hair, petting me softly. Smiling happily, I felt my eyes close and I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke the next morning, I was in my own bed. I immediately shook, missing the warmth that Jagger's body provided even though he was always cold. His icy fingers touched my heart and heated it. How strange. I rolled over and saw on my phone that I had ten new text messages. Groaning, I grabbed the phone and flipped it open. They were all from Raven. Instead of reading them all, I just dialed her numbed and hit the call button. It rung three times before she picked up the phone.
"Cassandra?" She asked quickly in a worried voice?
"Yeah?" I asked yawning loudly.
"Ohmygod! Are you okay? Where are you? Did you get hurt? Whe-"
"RAVEN!" I yelled into the receiver. She went silent. "One at a time."
She heaved a heavy sight. "Sebastian saw Jagger carrying you home and you looked unconscious." A smile crept onto my face. He brought me home. "Are you okay?" She questioned quickly.
Rolling my eyes, I answered. "Yes. I wasn't dead I fell asleep at his room in the Crypt."
"You were in his room?" She screamed and I had to remove the phone directly from my ear to not go deaf.
"Raven, Chill out-"
"No Cassandra! You don't understand. You have to stay away from Jagger! He is dangerous." She directed me sternly.
I rolled my eyes once more in annoyance and sighed. "Raven I'm fine. Jagger isn't like you think."
"No. It's all an act. He tried to take me to Romania. He snuck into my room. Betrayed me and Alexander several times. You don't-"
"Wait," I felt myself hung on one thing she said. "He was in your room?" She hadn't told me that at all. Neither had he. I laid back on my bed, staring up at my ceiling in thought.
"See!" She yelled into the phone. "He is untrustworthy. Please. Stay away from him. For me..."
I frowned deeply. "Okay." I mumbled and hung up. I threw my phone across the room, upset. I could still feel Jagger's kiss lingering on my lips and it felt so sincere, but he went into Raven's room? He had an attraction to her... That's why he was always comparing me to her? But he said I was better. Was he just using me to get to her? Alexander likes her, so does Trevor, and I even caught Matt checking Raven out from time to time. I felt tears start to gather at the brim of my eyes but I quickly brushed them away. Of course the first time I'd felt different about a guy he was just using me to get to another girl.
No! I will not be done in by a stupid white-haired goth. Just forget about him. That's what I had to do. But I knew it wouldn't be easy. Even though I tried to keep the tears back they flowed freely.
All I could think of was the feel of his hands on my waist. His cool lips on mine. His breath on my neck. His multicolored eyes; blue, green, and red. It didn't mattered. I wanted to be serious about Jagger, but he just wanted Raven, and I guessed that's the way it would always be.