Chapter 7

It is Saturday, my birthday. Jodie said we would leave our house at 6:00 pm and hopefully get to the Coffin Club around 8"00 pm.

I spent the day at Raven's house. She freaked out when she saw my car. I left at 5:30pm.

Jodie told me to drive to the club. The neighborhood is way cooler than Dullsville. I can't remember the name of the town, so I'll call it Hipsterville.

There was a long line at the club. I didn't know there could be so many Goths in one town. When I showed the guard my ID, he looked me up and down.

I was wearing a red tube top that came up to my belly button, a black miniskirt, my new boots, skull earrings, a skull necklace, red lipstick, black eye shadow, and my hair was out,

"You're 22? You don't look a day over 17," he said.

I started to get nervous. "Botox," I said without thinking.

"That makes sense," he said handing me back my ID.

When we got inside, Jodie and I ordered Strawberry Daiquiris. Mine was nonalcoholic, of course. Jodie agreed to let me dress like this if I wouldn't get drunk.

Jodie told me to come and dance, ut I really didn't feel like it. She started dancing and ralking to some people.

I always said that I would never take Jodie to a club because she was too old. She is 44, bet she is actually very active and pretty. She doesn't look a day over 30. I see where I get my good looks from.

I was sitting at the bar when a gut came up to me and tapped my shoulder.

"What," I snapped.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. You look very much like a girl I know," he apologized.

This guy was actually very good looking. He was pale, with white hair, and the tips were dyed red. He also had one green eye and one blue.

"Would this girl happen to be Raven Madison?" I asked half kidding.

He looked at me weirdly and replied, "Yes, how do you know Raven?"

"We go to school together. How do you know Raven?"

"I met her here. What is your name?"

"Blaize, Blaize Miller," I told him. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. It's like they are hypnotic.

"My name is Jagger Maxwell," He told me, not looking away.

After about a minute, I looked away and took a sip of my drink.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" he asked me.

"Aren't you a little young to be in a club? How old are you?"

"I'm 18, and you?"

"I'm 17, and it's nonalcoholic."

"Would you like to dance?"

"Whatever," I said as he led me to the dance floor. I only agreed so he would stop talking, but of course, he kept talking.

"Where are you from?" He asked.

"New York, but I just moved to the next town over."

"Do you like it there?"

"No, it's too boring. It's Dullsville."

"I was thinking about moving there. Maybe I'll see you."

"Maybe. Where are you from?"

"Romania."

That got me interested. "That's really cool."

"Do you ever smile?"

Now I was pissed. I hate it when people asked that question. "No, I don't."

I started looking around for Jodie. I saw her surrounded by people, talking. I walked over to her, leaving Jagger.

"I want to leave," I told her.

"Okay." She grabbed her purse and we left. I couldn't help feeling that someone was watching me.