Chapter 1.
Jagger was snapping shut the clips on his guitar case when David spoke up from where he was packing away his drum set.
"Don't look now dude, but there's a hot blonde checking you out at 6 o-clock." Dave's vioce was quiet and when he glanced up at Jagger his lips twitched with amusement. Jagger knew who it was before she even spoke.
"Nice preformance you put on there." Jagger shot Dave an I'll deal with you later look before turning back to the speaker.
Lilly Lacker stood there beaming her braces-filled smile at him. A pair of thick purple rimmed glasses sat slightly crooked on her freckled covered nose and an orange beanie was tugged low over a tangled mane of curly hair. Lilly was, in the kindest way to put it, a nerd.
"Thanks." Jagger gave Lilly a quick smile as he stepped past her, or tried too. Lilly took a little sidestep so she was directly in front of him again.
Jagger sighed mentally, bitting back his annoyance. It had been like this for the past month. everywhere he went he was dogged by Lilly. It wasn't like he had never dealt with girls before. While Jagger definitly wasn't one of the rich kids in school or a straight A student. (Heck, he wasn't even a straight B student, thanks to his dyslexia.) With curly brown hair, blue eye and a ready smile, he'd managed to catch more than a few girls eye. Lilly was different though. She was impossible to avoid, couldn't take a hint, and either had skin like leather, or her motto for life was "sticks and stones."
Jagger had tried everything he could do to shake her, but with no success. Now as she stood before him, he couldn't help being relieved that this was the last day of school.
"Yeah, Lilly?" Jagger asked shifting his guitar to his other hand.
"I wanted to talk to you." For the first time in a month, Lilly looked uncomfortable. Messing with a charm on her bracelet, she kept her eyes on her hands.
Jagger waited for her to start talking, when she didn't, he cleared his throat.
"Okay, what about?"
Now Lilly cleared her throat with that weird little coughing thing she did that always reminded Jagger of feedback.
"I wanted to talk to you alone." She put special emphasis on the word alone and glanced at his band where they were on stage clearing up from the preformance. Jagger could tell by the smirks on their faces they were listening to every word.
"Well, I guess that's about it." Dave spoke suddenly, coiling a cord to one of the speakers. Finishing, he jumped off the stage. "We're gonna take off then." Walking over to Jagger he clapped him on the shoulder. "Later, man." Dave's face was serious, but his eyes laughed. Ignoring the smoldering glare Jagger was giving him, he nodded to Lilly and then followed the rest of the band out of the auditorium. Once they were gone Jagger turned back to Lilly.
She cleared her thoat again. "Do you want to sit down?" She asked, playing with a strand of hair.
"Thats okay," Jagger said glancing pointedly at the clock. "I'll stand."
"All right, then." She took a step back and started. "You may have noticed we've had almost all the same classes this year and that I seem to follow you around a little bit."
Jagger could barely stop himself from snorting. A little bit, he thought, more like stalking me.
She went on. "It's not an accident that our lockers are right next to one another or that I always end up at the same lunch table as you." She began to pace, her odd limp making her look extra jumpy. "We're connected, Jag."
Jagger interupted, not liking the way this conversation was going. "Lilly, just stop. I know what you're getting at, please, lets not go there."
"But...you can't...what..I don't understand..." Lilly seemed confused before blurting out. "Did your mother even know who your father was?" She stopped, seeing the look on Jagger's face. Jagger could feel his anger as it spread icy cold through his veins. Leaning towards Lilly, Jagger narrowed his eyes and when he spoke his voice was taught and electric.
"What my Mother did or didn't know is none of your business, Lilly." He spat out her name. "And whether or not she knew who fathered her son is even less your business." He brushed past her and this time she let him go. His hand was on the auditorium door when she spoke again. She didn't raise her voice, but Jagger heard her clearly.
"You're special, Jagger, more special than you could imagine."
Hope you enjoy the first chapter to my story.
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