Vampire Kisses fanfic
Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne
A/N: Well I was going to post this yesterday, but I got the computer taken away for doing something I wasn't supposed to right when I was going to post. -_____- Well, here it is. I hope you enjoy it! (: R&R please. Thanks. -Michele
~x~x~Chapter 29~x~x~
Homecoming. And the moment of truth. Who would win the Homecoming Queen crown?
We won against the Wilson Eagles again. Jagger was so thrilled to see us win again, of course. After all, he was a man of sports. And, what really surprised me was that he met with someone familiar to him, back during Raven's mortal days.
We were searching for a place in the bleachers when he spotted his "friend."
"Jagger?" the blonde jock cried out, in horror it seemed. He resembled Brian so greatly. Jagger peered down a couple rows and saw the guy staring at him wide-eyed. I looked up at Jagger curiously.
"You know him?" I asked softly.
"Yeah. Luna went out with him for a while. Then he decided we were freaks just like Raven, and broke up with her," he explained. "Of course, she was really only going out with Trevor to get closer to Alexander."
"How would that have gotten her closer to Alexander?" I asked curiously. He waved it off.
"Long story. I'll tell you later," he said and looked back at Trevor. "Yo," he called out.
"What are you doing here?" he asked incredulously. Jagger pointed a thumb at me, calmly.
"My girlfriend's school is here. I'm going to Homecoming with her," he said. Trevor glanced my way and his eyebrows immediately rose all the way to his hairline.
"Hi?" I said nervously. Trevor whistled.
"Wow. That's some girl you've got there," he said. My eyebrows knitted together.
"I know you're interested in goth chicks, but hands off this one," Jagger demanded. Trevor looked at him strangely.
"Goth chicks?" He blew fast air through his lips. "I don't think so." Jagger rolled his eyes.
"Oh please. You've been drooling over Raven since you first met her. I know the stories," he said. He turned to me and grabbed my hand. "Come on, Em. There's a spot over there for us."
We didn't talk to Trevor at all that night.
Trevor had been from the other school, Wilson. I learned this when the Eagles' team had run out onto the football field and Trevor and his friends were cheering them on.
I also learned that Trevor had totally been into both Raven and Luna. This I found out later after the game though, at least the Luna part. I had called Raven up to talk to her and mentioned the subject. She referred to him as a "soccer snob." So he had been just another Brian Farson. I was almost surprised to hear that he didn't have a twin cheerleading sister who was Queen Bee of the school.
So, after the game, Jagger drove me home in his vintage hearse and I changed into my new dress that I had bought with Ava and Lavender. It was a lot shorter than last year's Homecoming dress and a dark purple. It was sating and strapless, and was made with a skirt that had a billion thousand layers to it. It was also ultra short. I had to keep in mind not to bend down in it.
I decided to use the shoes I wore last year as well. After all, they were still in perfect condition and they went well with the dress anyway. Plus, they were super tall stilettos, so I wouldn't look midget size next to Jagger.
I straightened my hair this time and tied a thick violet ribbon in my hair. I replaced my neon tapers for my black and purple checkered ones and draped some long strings of black beads around my neck. I found some bangles and stud bracelets to adorn my wrists with. I checked myself out in the mirror to get approve my look. I put on my dark make-up — thick, black eyeliner with little flecks at the edges of my eyes; deep violet eye shadow coated over a layer of misty black; lengthening mascara and dark, dark purple lipstick — and fluffed my hair, checking myself again. Smacking my lips together to smooth out the lipstick, I grabbed for Jagger's leather motor cycle jacket adorned with rips and safety pins, and my purse and walked out of my room to wait for Jagger.
My dad smiled at the sight of me. He sighed heavily.
"Your senior Homecoming dance," he said proudly. "You are just so beautiful. I need to send your mom a pic."
I shrugged. "I don't think she'd get too excited to see me like this. After all, she sent me away because she couldn't stand me this way anymore," I said. Dad's smile of pride turned into a smile of sorrow.
"She may not stand the way you dress, but I'm sure she still loves you," Dad said, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "But at least you have one parent who stands you entirely." He grinned widely and gently punched my shoulder. I laughed and hugged him around the middle.
"You're the greatest, Dad," I said. Dad chuckled.
"I know, right?" he laughed and I rolled my eyes. He then reached for his back pocket and pulled out his iPhone. "But I still want to take a picture of you. Here, ditch the load. Pose, Emmy!" he said excitedly as he aimed the camera at me. I struck a couple of model poses, then some silly ones, and ones that totally belonged on Myspace because of the way the girls posed in their pictures. They say model status? Aha, I don't think so.
"I can show off the coolest daughter in the world to all of my friends now!" Dad exclaimed with an evil laughter. I rolled my eyes, and, at that moment, the doorbell rang.
"That's Jagger," I said, walking over to the door. I unlocked it and opened it to see my dark white knight dressed in a black short-sleeve dress shirt with a dark purple spider-webbed vest (he knew I was wearing purple), jet black jeans with stud belts and chains hanging from his waist (as usual), and his combat boots. He even spiked his hair a bit in the back to give it that "Scene" look.
"Hello," he mused. I giggled and allowed him in. "Mr. Payne," Jagger said when he saw my dad. He grinned back and waved hello.
"Good to see you Jagger," he said.
"You too, sir," Jagger replied. He then turned to me and handed me a clear box he'd hidden from me. I smiled widely, admiring the purple-tipped white rose through the plastic.
"How'd you get a flower like this?" I asked, taking it out of the box. Jagger took it from my hands and slipped it onto my wrist. I clipped off some of the stud bracelets to replace it with this beautiful corsage. Jagger grinned coyly at me.
"Magic," was his silly response. I rolled my eyes and laughed.
Once it was on me, I stared at it briefly to just admire it, extending my arm out to see it from afar.
"It's beautiful, Jagger," I said softly. "Thank you."
"Anything for you," Jagger replied.
"So are you going to come home with the Homecoming Queen crown, Em?" my dad suddenly said. I'd almost jumped; I'd forgotten he was still here.
"I bet so," Jagger said with a knowing smile at me. I shrugged and made a face.
"Eh, I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. I'm not going to die for it," I said with a laugh.
"Because Emily's totally above the monarchy of high school," said Jagger, nodding wisely. I rolled my eyes.
"Well yeah. Who needs monarchy when we live in a country of democracy?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Well I'll still love you if you don't come home with the crown," Dad said. I scowled at him.
"Thanks, Dad. You're the greatest."
"I know, right?" He laughed.
