Vampire Kisses fanfic
Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne
A/N: Well I'm back with another chapter. Man am I good at updating! LOLs. Just kidding! Well, I'm still here at my grandparents house. Turns out we're leaving tomorrow. I thought we were leaving today, but I guess not. Ah well. I can't wait to get better internet service though. The reception here sucks. Anyhoozles, I'll try and write more later. Enjoy! -Michele
~x~x~Chapter 12~x~x~
Ten minutes? To get ready? Who did Jagger think I was? Gothic Wonder Woman? I didn't have time to wash my hair, so I pulled it up in a ponytail, fringes of bleach-blonde and black falling in the sides of my face, my bangs falling across my forehead. I pulled out some dark blue super skinny jeans, a torn black boat-neck, and my five-inch black leather Mary Janes. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I gasped.
No way was I wearing this. Sure it was a really cute outfit, but I wasn't going to wear that after I already wore it in my dream. I slipped out the shoes and pulled off my shirt, searching for something else to wear. The jeans were okay, but I needed another top.
I rummaged through my closet and found a long, skin-tight black blouse with rips across my stomach and on top of my chest. I strapped on some blood red leather Mary Janes that were actually Emily the Strange brand with a black cat on the elevator heels. I quickly did my make-up, coating my eyes in my regular black-on-black (black eyeliner, smoky black eye shadow) and coated my lips in a blood red lipstick to match my shoes.
As I slung my black bag over my shoulder, my Blackberry vibrated yet again.
Hey baby. I'm here!
I widened my eyes and looked at the time. Well, it was exactly ten minutes later. Jeesh. He was one for accuracy.
I quickly checked myself in the mirror, checking my teeth¾which I had cleaned before I got dressed. (I'm still waiting for the day to get my teeth. Luckily, Sunday is just around the corner…two more days to be exact.)
I quickly replied to Jagger saying I'd be right down and threw my phone into my bag. I walked out of my room, meeting Dad in the family room, still in his pajamas.
"Jagger's here," I announced. He turned his head from the television and turned to me, his eyebrows raised.
"Really? That was fast,"
"He did say he was going to be here in ten minutes," I reminded. "I'll be home around two, okay?"
"Don't get pregnant," Dad warned. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Thanks Dad," I mumbled.
Suddenly, the doorbell chimed.
"That must be him," I said, going to answer the door. I unlocked it and opened it.
Jagger stood before me in black cargo pants that bore chains and safety pins and studs absolutely everywhere, a black shirt and motorcycle jacket, and combat boots. His hair, like always, hung in his face, but not enough to cover his luscious, sexy mismatched colored eyes. Those eyes really did take my breath away.
"Hello there, babe," he murmured in a sultry tone. A sexy grin spread across his pale lips; the lips that felt so good against my skin, and my own lips for that matter. He looked over my shoulder, spotting my dad lounging on the sofa. "Hello Mr. Payne,"
"Hey Jagger." Dad waved. "Take care of my daughter, alright?"
I rolled my eyes and groaned.
"Dad…"
Jagger chuckled. "Not to worry, sir. I'll bring her back the way she left the house," he promised. He looked back down at me, a caring, mysterious look spread on his face. "You ready?"
I sighed and nodded. "Yep. Bye Dad. See you 'round two." And I walked out of Dad's apartment complex, Jagger closing the door behind me.
"So Jagger, what's on your mind?" I asked as I walked down the steps carefully so that I wouldn't spring my ankle in my elevator Emily the Strange Mary Janes.
"Well, to tell you the truth, a lot of things are on my mind," he mused. When we reached the bottom step, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his body. "All of them involving you," he added in a whisper.
I pulled away. "Jagger, I don't want to go that far and you know that. Quit it please, or I'll walk back upstairs. The only reason I agreed to this is because I wanted to know what you were so dying to tell me," I admitted. Jagger's grin faded.
"Right. Whatever. This way," he said, not all that excited anymore. Wonderful. I had just ruined the mood. But hey, it wasn't my fault Jagger had short-term memory loss. I had told him a million jillion times that I only wanted to remain friends, and it wasn't my fault he refused to remember that.
I followed him down the street, not too much farther from my apartment. A hearse with a license plate that read I BITE was parked outside the next building. I laughed with excitement and surprise.
"No way! You drive a hearse? That is so freakin' awesome!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands. Jagger's unhappy face turned upside down and lightened up.
"You really like it?" he asked.
"Hell yeah! I love it! Dude, we are going to be the coolest couple driving in town," I said. Suddenly I covered my mouth. Had I just called us a couple?
"I-I mean…"
But Jagger's face was back to that sly grin of his and a chuckle escaped his lips. "Uh-huh, sure," he said while unlocking the passenger door for me. I glared.
"I didn't mean to say that, at least not in that way," I retorted. Jagger snorted as he opened the door for me and I climbed inside.
The inside was no surprise at all, but it was still amazing. The hearse had a black-on-black interior. There were band stickers all over the dashboard and a black vampire bat charm, its teeth dripping with blood, hung from the rearview mirror. The steering wheel wore a leather black cover with skulls all over it.
Jagger climbed in on the other side. He stuck his key into the ignition, a ring of other keys and key chains dangling from the first, and started the car.
"So we're going to the Coffin Club?" I asked as he drove down the empty road. The streets of Downtown were quiet today, which is surprising considering it was a Friday.
A grin crept up on Jagger's face as he stared at the road.
"Nope," he replied. I widened my eyes and turned my head sharply to him.
"What?" I snapped.
"I'm taking you to a special place," he said. I glared at him while folding my arms across my chest.
"Jagger, you told me we were going to the Coffin Club. Why did you lie to me?"
"Because then you wouldn't have come, and I really wanted you to come," he said nonchalantly. I growled.
"I'm staying in this car. I'm not getting out," I said stubbornly.
"Oh, but you're going to want to come out," Jagger mused. I twisted my head away from him, glaring out of the passenger window.
Why was he doing this? He was being such a jerk! I thought we were going to be friends, not enemies. And by the way he was acting, it sorta seemed he wanted to be my enemy.
"If you want to stay in the car then, you can. But I'm not going to leave you alone. That would be so careless of me,"
"I'm not staying in the car alone with you,"
He chuckled. "But you already are,"
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Yeah, but you can't do anything to me because you're driving."
"Emily, please. Why the foul mood?"
I looked at him with a crazy look.
"What's wrong with you, Jagger? First, you make-out with me when I don't even know you; second, you convince my dad that we both want to date each other; third, you lie to me just so you can get me out of my house and see me…what more do you want?"
Jagger didn't say anything for a while. Then, he said: "You liked the kiss as well. You let me unzip your dress, remember?"
I dropped my jaw and scoffed. "Yeah but…but…I stopped you from fully unzipping it in the end,"
"But you still wanted me to unzip it." He grinned. I glared at him for the longest time before taking my eyes off of him. Suddenly, I widened my eyes.
"Jagger, you lied to me again?!" I cried as I saw him drive into the Coffin Club parking lot.
