Vampire Kisses fanfic

Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne

A/N: Second to the last chapter, if you can believe it. ^-^ Ah, I'm going to miss Emily and Jagger... hopefully he does turn her one day because I really want Emmy to be a vampy too! XD Ahahahahaaaa! Well, I hope you enjoyed the story. Stay tuned for the last chapter, though, admittedly, it isn't very long... well, it's just the usual three-pagers I normally write. Okay, R&R por favor! Chanku! Ciao! [: -Michele

~x~x~Chapter 25~x~x~

The entire gym was silent, you could here a pin drop clear as a bell. Everybody listened and waited anxiously for Monique to announce the winner.

"And our new Homecoming Queen is… Bailey Farson!"

What?

What?

WHAT?!?!?!

The cheerleaders cheered for their captain as the tiara was placed on Bailey's head. Even Bailey was surprised.

My eyes were wide with shock. I wasn't disappointed— okay, well maybe a little—, but I was definitely in utter awe. As was every other jock and Goth. We'd all figured that I'd win because rumor had it that Brian was paying everyone to vote for me, just so he could have that Homecoming King and Queen dance.

But I hadn't won.

I wasn't Queen.

In a way it was a relief, since I didn't have to dance with that slime ball, but on the other hand, I'd really wanted to make history by being the first Goth girl to win Queen. Well, I guess I'd already made history by being nominated. Beggars can't be choosers I suppose.

But apparently Brian didn't think so.

He was the most shocked out of all of us, even me. His baby blue eyes were wide and furious, his jaw open so wide I could literally stick my fist in it. Murmurs began to arise from the audience.

"What?" he cried. Bailey looked at him strangely.

"I always win Homecoming Queen," she said, wiping the surprise off her face and acting as if she'd known all along she would win. "Why are you so surprised?"

"Because you weren't supposed to win!" he shouted, the gym falling dead silent again. Bailey glared her matching blue eyes at her twin and tilted her head. Monique stepped off of the stage, anxious to get away from the now-angry Bailey. Everybody knew not to be around Princess Fartson when she was angry— she truly lived up to her name: Bailey the Bitch.

"What do you mean I wasn't supposed to win?" she hissed, stomping towards her brother in those five-inch tall white stilettos. The other Homecoming King and Queen nominees back away from the quarrelling twins, making their way back into the audience, careful not to cross their paths. The twins stayed oblivious to them. I remained at my spot where I'd been standing with the other three contestants.

"She was supposed to win!" Brian shouted at her, pointing a finger at me. I widened my eyes and chuckled nervously. Bailey shifted her angry eyes at me and a fire brew with those beautiful sapphires. I waved nervously; the last thing I wanted was to be a part of some stupid sibling quarrel, especially if it was over some stupid little crown. Heck, I could buy one at Party City exactly identical to the one Bailey wore.

"Why were you supposed to win?" Bailey growled at me. I narrowed my eyebrows and shrugged.

"Heck if I know! I'm not in charge of this thing! I didn't even want to be nominated," I said. "I'm only here to represent my awesome vamp lovers." I received a few cheers from the Goths for my remark. Everybody was still shocked by the outcome and too interested in the Farson fight.

The Bitch sneered at me and tossed her glare back to her brother, his glare equally intense and evil.

"The crown was mine. It is mine. This thing is rightfully mine. I'm the queen bee. I rule the school. Everybody loves me. That's why I won this!" Bailey cried, pointing her manicured nail into Brian's chest. Brian raised his chin with a sneer.

"That crown isn't yours. It should be Emily's. I paid for it to be hers!" he shouted in her face.

Gasps echoed through the gym. Even Bailey gasped, her eyes as wide as dinner plates. I was right… Man was I right! He totally had paid for me. That crown wasn't meant for me. I wouldn't have won the crown fair and square, and that's not what I wanted. I wanted to win, yes, but I didn't want to cheat. I wanted to prove that a Goth could become Homecoming Queen, but not if I had to cheat at it. I glared at Brian as well.

"You paid for it? You paid other people to vote for me?" I asked softly, but with disappointment. The twins— and just about everyone else— looked over at me as I walked over to them to stand beside Bailey. For the first time, she didn't repel away.

"Well, I…" Brian stammered.

"Why the stuttering? You know fully well what you've said," I said. "As a matter of fact, everybody in this room now knows that you paid students to vote for me! You cheated just so you could have the King and Queen dance with me, didn't you?" Bailey's eyebrows narrowed suspiciously at her brother, but then looked back at me. "And why was that?" I turned to the crowd. "That was because Brian Farson is in love with me. He's in love with me because I'm the only 'hot Goth girl'"— air-quoting my gang's words— "that he can't have because I can't be won over by his charms or his cash." I turned back to Brian putting on my sweetest face, who was tomato red in the face from humiliation. "Isn't that right, Brian dear?"

He looked at me like I was crazy. Bailey looked at Brian like he was from another planet with three heads and fifty eyeballs.

"You're in love with her?" she asked, pointing a thumb at me. I made a face.

"I know; I found it disgusting too," I said. Bailey looked back at me with a sort of sincerity in her eyes.

"You were telling the truth? Back in town, you weren't lying to me?" she asked softly. I nodded, a smile that was near-impossible to stop gradually growing on my face. And then, I placed a hand on her shoulder and surprisingly— yet again— she did not repel. "And you really deserve that crown, despite all of the egotistic things you've just said." I laughed and she smiled back, a gorgeous smile that wasn't full of lies and deceit. For the first time, I actually saw some decency in Bailey Farson. And for once, she wasn't a bitch.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I announced to the audience, coming out from Bailey's side so they could see me. I extended my arms and displayed Bailey. "You're Horace Valen Homecoming Queen!"

Suddenly, the intense silence was gone and was replaced with a cheerful, applauding splendor. Cheers and whistles echoed off of the walls of the gym, even from the Gothic vampire fans. I smiled proudly at Bailey. Despite what a attention-craving, fight-picking, teasing bitch she'd been, I was happy for her. I was sorry that her brother had went and cheated for her crown just so I could dance with him, the scum. It was unfair for her. But, then again, she'd finally experienced what competition was all about. Bailey had always just been the absolute best, no one remotely close to being as good as she. Well, someone had. She just happened to be a Gothic freak like the rest, only she was Bailey Farson-level attractive.

"Thank you, Emily," Bailey said to me and hooked her arm through mine, holding me tightly to her. She waved like a queen to her cheering fans.

I looked back and saw Brian sulking in the darker corner of the gym, his King crown still on his head, but not looking so majestic as it had before on him. It seemed to be just an accessory that made Brian look childish and not like the king I had seen before.

Sighing, I let go of Bailey's arm, who watched me with surprise as her audience continue to cheer her on. I walked down the steps of the stage and towards Brian. He glared at me with his arms folded across his chest.

"What? You've got what you wanted. We don't get to dance. You've humiliated me yet again and are the freakish Goth heroine. What more do you want?" he snapped.

"You cheated, and that was wrong," I started, placing a hand on his arm. "And, I know you wanted to dance with me so badly, but going to this extent was totally not the right way to go. I mean, look at your sister." I turned to Bailey, a smile returning to my face when I saw how happy she was. "Look at her. You were about to take that away from her. And I know that she gets this every year, but I think this time she's really appreciated it. It's not just a symbol anymore."

"She only appreciates it because you sold me out. If you hadn't have done that, she'd still be just like before; snobby, bossy, and bitchy."

I sighed, turning back to him. "Maybe you're right. But either way, your plan foiled. I guess we know not to cheat for something as silly as a dance again," I said.

Brian looked down at the brown linoleum floor and sighed heavily. "I do love you, Emily. I really do. What I did was out of love for you. I knew you wouldn't want to dance with me if I asked, so I figured that you'd have to dance with me if you won Queen. Just to dance with you would make any guy satisfied," he said softly. I looked at him for a long time. I was just working miracles today… again! Brian's words definitely spoke of truth, that was for sure. There was no way he could be lying; he was way too serious. And the quiet quivers in his voice told me that he may be on the verge of tears.

I lifted his chin up with a black-painted finger, looking into those shiny sapphire eyes with a smile.

"Hey, I guess we all make mistakes sometimes, right? I'll dance with you, if that's what you really want. But only if you'll stop annoying the crap out of me," I bargained with a chuckle. A small smile grew on Brian's face.

"I don't know if I could do that, but I'll try," he chuckled. My smile widened as I took his arm.

"But we're going to have to talk to my boyfriend first. He's pretty pissed at you for all that you've done," I said. Brian's smile dropped and guilt took its place.

"Yeah, umm… I'm really sorry," he said.

"You know I've forgiven you, but him… I'm not so sure. Better apologize to him yourself."

Brian looked at me anxiously as we made our way through the crowd which was now dispersing with Bailey off stage. The DJ was back at his place, putting on more dance music.

"Do you think he will forgive me?" he asked, worry in his tone.

I shrugged. "I don't know," I answered, completely honest.

We met with Jagger, who was talking with Nate, Helena, and Gage.

"Well look who it is," chimed Nate with a glare. "It's the cheater."

"Nate," I said sternly. "Could you guys maybe give Jagger, Brian and I some privacy please?" I asked my friends. Helena gave Brian a suspicious look but nodded. She took Gage and Nate away from us, leading them to the dance floor.

"You again," Jagger grumbled, crossing his pale arms, causing them to flex. Brian looked down at the ground again, ashamed of his actions. He was actually intimidated to be in the presence of Jagger, and Jagger knew it. He grinned smugly at him.

"Jagger," I said. "Brian has something to say to you."

"What is this, Emily? Why are you associating with this lowlife?" he asked with disgust.

"Please just listen to what he has to say," I pleaded.

"And why should I?" Jagger growled. "He's said so much shit about you and I, I'm surprised you're even telling me to listen to him. What's he said to you to change your mind?"

I glared at him. "Jagger," I hissed. "I don't care if you don't want to listen to him. Just do it. And if you won't, then I'll just okay him for you."

"Okay him? For what?"

"If you'd listen, then you'd know!"

Jagger sighed. He hated to have me yell at him. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he said, "Alright. Fine. What do you want me to hear?"

I looked up at Brian, rubbing his arm. "It's okay, Brian," I said comfortingly. "Go ahead and tell him. He's not going to do anything to you." I shot Jagger a glare after saying this. He rolled his eyes and nodded.

Brian lifted his head and met with Jagger's mismatching eyes. He took a deep breath. I'm sure our argument had startled him just a bit. A crazy Goth couple in front of a prep boy? I laughed to myself.

"Jagger, I-I'm really sorry about everything I've said to you and Emily, man. That was totally not cool, especially since she's really done nothing to me to begin with. Everything that she's done to me was because I started it. I… I just want us to be cool, especially with what I'm about to ask you," he said.

"You better not be asking me for my hand in marriage," said Jagger. Brian and I laughed.

"No, no it's definitely not that," he said. "I wanted to ask if it would be okay if I danced with Emily for a couple of songs. I know she's your girlfriend and that I'm a jerkass, but I would really like to dance with her."

I looked at Jagger. His face was sort of contorted into a sneer, but I arched an eyebrow and, behind Brian's back, nodded very quickly. Jagger caught my message and sighed heavily.

"Alright, fine," he said at last. Brian smiled widely and clapped a hand on Jagger's shoulder.

"Aw man, thank you so much!" he said, with excitement. "And… I'm forgiven?" he added, trying not to sound too hasty. Again, I nodded quickly and Jagger made another heavy sigh.

"Yes, you are forgiven."

I smiled widely as well and hugged Jagger tightly. "Thank you, babe," I whispered in his ear, and kissed him briefly on the lips.

"But dancing is all you get from her!" Jagger demanded strictly. "And this is all you will get. No other apology or anything will make me give her up for a kiss or a sleepover, got it?"

Jeez, who was he: my boyfriend or my father?

Brian chuckled and nodded.

"No problem, dude. Just a dance. Or two," he added quickly. I grabbed his arm and ran out onto the dance floor, blowing my lonely boyfriend a kiss. He kept a strict eye on us, making me lead to believe that he was taking lessons from my father.

Never would I thought I'd be dancing with Brian Farson, my arch nemesis. Sure we'd only known each other for a month or so, but I'd already hated his guts the second he showed me to gym. I guess, maybe, cheating to help me win was actually a good thing. It helped Bailey realize that the world did not revolve around her and Brian to express his feelings in a more mature way, even if he couldn't have the girl he'd fallen in love with. And as I danced in his arms, I realized that there were no Brian and Bailey Fartsons enrolled here at Horace, only two gorgeous and incredibly friendly twins named Brian and Bailey Farson.