Love in this Club
The final bell rang in Brookland School and a flood of students filled the hallway. Alex left the science lab and felt like a fish going up stream as he made his way through the busy hallway and towards his locker. As he was turning the knob on his locker he heard four boys nearby his locker whispering excitedly.
"It a beautiful car-" one started to say but then he was cut off.
"Yeah… I wonder how she can afford it!" the second boy wondered.
"I wonder who she is," another said.
"I think we'd all like to know that!" the fourth retorted.
"She is so hot, I hope she goes to our school!" the first boy practically drooled. Alex thought over the words and then a name came to his mind.
Jordan.
He turned to them once he opened his locker, "Who are you guys talking about?" they looked at him then ignored the fact that he was listening in on their conversation and told him excitedly.
"There's this hot girl parked in front of the school in a Mercedes-Benz S600 Guard," the second boy told him.
"Mega-hot, but don't get your hopes up, Rider," the fourth told him viciously, "I don't even think she goes to this school," the boy didn't want Alex to even think about going for her. Most girls in the school were already falling for Alex, and they didn't want him to charm another one they started get their eye on..
Alex ignored the comment then turned towards his locker and whispered to himself, "Why would she be taking the Guard?" then he grabbed his backpack and shut his locker. The fourth boy heard what Alex whispered and he followed him.
"Wait… you know that chick!?" he asked astonished, the other boys had an impressed look on their face. Alex continued to ignore them and walked directly towards the front door. He pushed open one of the doors and saw Jordan leaning against the passenger side.
"Hey Alex!" she greeted him with a sly grin. Everyone waiting on the pavement looked at him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked through his teeth when he reached her.
"I'll tell you later get in the car," she told him. He looked around him and asked.
"Can't I drive?" he pleaded.
"Who has the license?" she asked and then turned around and got into the driver's seat before Alex could protest. He scowled then opened the door and threw his backpack into the back seat then sat in the passenger seat.
"Aren't you supposed to be at your football practice?" Alex asked when she started to drive.
"That's why I'm here," she told him, "Coach called everyone and said that we didn't have practice today because he has business to do with some men tonight and he wants to prepare," Jordan rolled her eyes at the thought.
"Why doesn't the assistant coach just take over practice?" Alex wondered out loud.
"That's what I thought too, which leads me to believe that the assistant coach, Neville Thornsburg, is Sovact's partner-in-crime."
"That makes sense."
"Of course it does," Jordan joked, Alex rolled his eyes and she continued, "which is why I'm going to watch him tonight at the place I think he's going to have his meeting at."
"The club he owns, Magic Eight," Alex suddenly remembered.
"Exactly! Wow, I should give you a cookie, Rider," she told with a wide grin.
"And I should get you a straight jacket, Nommack," Jordan laughed loudly turned into her driveway.
"Why are we going to your house?"
"Because I forgot my cell phone here," she told him then looked at the clock, "It's three-thirty, do you want to run some errands with me before we get ready to go to the club?"
"We?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
"Well duh, you don't expect me to go a club without a designated driver do you?" she asked with a smile.
"You drink?" he thought then noticed that she did seem like the type of girl who would drink once-in-a-while.
"Sometimes, but usually I don't, now stay here and I'll be right back," she ran out of the car and into the house.
"Okay I'm ready!" Jordan called from the second story of her house. Alex was waiting impatiently with his hands in the pockets of his dark wash jeans. He was looking around the open main floor. The kitchen was large with beautiful wooden cabinets and stainless steel appliances and also had a large wooden table that was next to the sliding glass door that led out to the deck. Her living room, which took up half of the main floor, collided with the kitchen/dinning room and in one of the corners, her seventy-eight inch Plasma TV sat on a wide table. Across from it was a very large suede coach that was three feet across, and eight feet long. It was filled with pillows of all different sizes and shapes. Jordan told him that she spent two weeks trying to find it after she saw one a lot like it on Cribs with Mariah Carrey.
Then, there was a Grand Piano in the bottom right corner of the room, which collided with the living room and kitchen. There were also three large bookshelves across the wall that was filled with books.
Alex looked up at the spiral staircase that was in the middle of the floor and saw Jordan standing at the top of it looking down at him. He lost his breath when he saw her.
She was wearing a dark wash jean, short-shorts with a red, baby doll tube top that showed of her tan shoulders. Her porcelain blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun. Her black stilettos showed of her shiny black nail polish that shined on her toes.
"Whoa," he gasped softly but then tried to compose his shocked face. He was ashamed of thinking such things of Jordan, she was just like any other person he had every helped with a mission. This was nothing to him.
"Ready?" she asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Yup," he nodded and then they walked out the door.
Finally they arrived at the Magic Eight Night Club in Downtown London. The music was playing so loud everyone could hear it even when the door closed. Excitement flooded Jordan as she and Alex walked up to the bouncer confidently. She thanked God that they were both tall or else they would have to take a chance and use their fake I.D.s.
"You're in," the bouncer told them without looking up from Jordan's chest. She noticed but forced herself to ignore and she and Alex entered the club.
"Do you wanna split up?" Alex asked her, Jordan looked around at the club before she answered. There was a huge dance floor with white glass tiles that changed colors periodically. In front of it was the bar the stretched out from one side of the building and was five feet from the other side. On the left of the dance floor were large red booths where she spotted Thornsburg and Sovack.
"No need to search, I already found them," Jordan motioned with her head towards a large booth in the corner that wrapped around in a half circle. Alex turned around and spotted them, and then turned around again to face her.
"Does he know who Jordan Nommack is?" Alex asked, as a plan was forming in his mind.
"No, and I'm pretty sure I know what you're thinking," she grinned at him then started walking towards the bar.
"What am I supposed to do?" he followed her onto the dance floor.
"Dance, and I'll meet up with you later," she told him. He gave her a dark look and she gave him a sympathetic smile then put her hand on his shoulder, "Sorry, Alex," she told him then walked up to a wasted Magic Eight worker who was slumped over on a barstool.
"Hey, hun," she called to her from behind. The wasted girl turned around and looked up at her, "want me to cover your shift?" she asked and felt success wash over her as relief filled the girls' eyes.
"Ehmagawd yes!" she slurred while getting off of her stool, "I'll get you an outfit," she grabbed Jordan's wrist and dragged her to the back room where the employee's lockers were.
"Here you go, it's a zero I guessed that was your size," she told Jordan handing her a skimpy uniform. Jordan was impressed that a girl so drunk could be so right about her size.
"It's my size," she told her and grabbed the uniform and started to change into it.
"Where's your tag?" the girl asked.
"Um… I can just use yours," Jordan said and took the girl's nametag off of her uniform.
"'Kay," the girl slurred, Jordan looked at the nametag, 'Christie' it read. After she was finished changing she walked out of the backroom and went over to the bar.
"What's the order Christie?" the bartender asked not even looking up from the drink he was making.
"Bloody Mary," she replied… it was her coach's favorite.
"Here you go," he handed her the drink in a matter of seconds. Right when she turned around with the drink on her tray Alex was right in front of her.
"What are you doing?" he asked trying his hardest not to look at her chest, which was very revealing through her v-neck shirt, that cut-off above her belly button.
"I'm trying to get information out of Sovack," she said while walking past him.
"Dressed like that?" he asked, still astonished at what she was wearing.
"Well once you think of a better plan let me know 'cause it's not like I enjoy having every guy in the room looking at my boobs!" she scowled at him then walked away.
Bryne Sovack was sitting around with members of his mob dying to have a glass of a Bloody Mary but they just wouldn't shut up.
"So what do you think boss," Cole Marvel, his assistant coach, asked once he was done talking. Bryne looked up at him and raised his eyebrows.
"Not bad," he lied, in reality he had no idea what he was saying.
"Hey boss, hottie coming our way!" a mob member whispered to him motioned with his head towards a thin blonde in a club uniform.
"I'm glad you make them wear that, boss!" another mob member told him while grinning.
When she reached their table he asked, "What can I do for you?" he said, she gave him a toothy smile and made a mental note that, since he was staring at her chest, to kick a ball at his very own balls at the next football practice.
"I have a Bloody Mary here for you," she told him grabbing it with her hand off of her tray.
"Thank you very much," he said with relief.
"So what are you boys doing way over here in the corner," she purred making all of the men hypnotized.
She's got to be at lease twenty! Sovack thought while eyeing her whole body.
"Just planning out some rough business," he said.
She raised one eyebrow, "Oh really? Like what?"
"Well… I don't know it might be too gruesome for you!" he teased, but she knew he was trying to cover up so she bent down and slid the drink on the table for him. Letting him catch a glimpse down her shirt.
"Try me!" she said with a grin as he stuttered to get words out as he continued to stare down her chest.
"Well we're going to by doing some bloody business with someone at the London Parade next week," the words came spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"Ooohh… sounds sexy," she smiled, and then left the drink on the table then left the men speechless.
Alex Rider was officially bored to death while he sat on a bar stool surveying the crowd, which consisted of mostly girls older than him. Then one of the collage girls approached him with a wide grin. She was wearing a low cut shirt with no bra but Alex barely paid attention to it.
"Hey, cutie! Wanna dance?"
"No thank you," he told her simply.
"What?! Why…?" she whined
"Because I don't want to," he told her more harshly now.
"You don't like me?" she asked, trying to act sexy as she stuck out chest.
"No," he told her flatly and then left her stunned as he walked towards a table at the other side of the room
Suddenly, out of the blue, Jordan appeared in front of him in her normal clothes.
"Why didn't you dance with that girl?" she asked with a frown.
"Because, she's a slut… and she's probably twenty," he told her but then became surprised when forehead creased.
"You don't think I'm a slut? I just wore the most skimpiest thing in the world just to get some information!"
"You were just doing your job," he told her with a shrug and she nodded. That was the answer she was hoping for.
"So… wanna dance?" she asked suddenly.
"What? Oh, well, I don't dance, and plus shouldn't we talk about your conversation with you and Sovack?" he asked and she shrugged.
"Later, and I feel like dancing," she grabbed his hand before he could protest and pulled him onto the dance floor. Suddenly they started moving together while the beat of the music carried them close together as the Closer by Ne-Yo started to play through the speakers.
By the chorus, they started to slowly grind together. Energy pulsed between them, Alex felt a sudden urge to kiss her but he didn't know if she wanted it… secretly she did but she'd never admit it.
Once a new song started they looked like any other drunken college student dancing with a boy or girl. Jordan loved it, they energy between them, and their dirty dancing made her feel on top of the world.
Finally, around one-thirty AM they were done, and out of breath.
"Ready to go?" Alex asked, Jordan nodded, unable to breathe.
They walked out of the club in silence but once they got into the car they started to talk.
"You're an amazing dancer," Alex told her, she smiled as she started up the Guard.
"Thanks," she gave him small smile. He took that as a sign to drop the subject.
After a minute they were driving into Chelsea in West London until she finally stopped in his driveway.
"Jack's probably worried sick," he stated, trying to break the silence. Which was probably true even though he sent her a text telling her where he was.
"Probably," she agreed, and then right when Alex was about to kiss her, she turned away and faced the window.
"Alex," she said sternly, "we shouldn't do this… you and me…" she trailed off. As she said the words a pit in her heart formed making her stomach lurch.
"Yeah, your right," he muttered then got out of the car.
Alex," she said, stopping him again, "I just don't know if I can trust you," she explained making him irritated.
"Why can't you trust me, Jordan?" he demanded.
"Because I don't think I know how to…" she sighed.
He just nodded trying understanding that with messed up parents, trust issues was a definitely.
"Sorry," she whispered and watched him sulk away to the front door of the house.
Finally she made up her mind.
I am not going to let my partially messed-up life stop me from being with Alex!
She got out of the car and ran up to him turned him around and, much to his surprise, kissed him on the lips trying to sink in every moment of it.
He was trying to do the same.
"I'll try to, though," she told him and then got back in her car and drove away.
When he entered the house the first thing he did was pump his fist in the air claiming his victory.
Once she was out of his driveway she did the same.