My mother looked up from her book and raised her eyebrows at me expectantly as I rubbed the back of my head.
"Do you mind if I go out tonight?"
"And where do you plan on going?"
"Over to Dan's."
"Oh, but of course! That Daniel is such a nice boy," My mother picked her book back up and smiled to herself. "If only you were more like him."
I frowned and ran upstairs to my bedroom to change. Before I stripped, I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror on my closet door. My black hair needed a trim to keep it from falling over my icy, blue eyes. My skin was white as a sheet and my body lacked the muscles guys were supposed to have packed under their skin. Flesh and bones. That's all I was. I was never going to get a guy, looking like this. Not that it mattered. Dating really never interested me all that much and I had yet to find a guy that perked my interest. My parents didn't like the fact that I was gay and I usually avoided having a boyfriend just so I could stay away from the fuss they make out of it.
Throwing on a ratted, black t-shirt and grey skinny jeans, I ran out the door almost falling over as I pulled on my sneakers with each step. A black mustang roared up the driveway blasting heavy metal. I quickly threw a finger to my mouth and the music immediately stopped. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure my mom hadn't heard the music and then ran to the car, throwing myself into the passenger's seat.
"Hey," My friend, AJ, smiled at me and I slapped his arm with impatience.
"Go, before she sees us!"
Putting the car in reverse, he quickly backed out of the driveway and floored the gas. I sighed out in relief as we were out of sight of my house.
"You told her you were hanging with Dan didn't you?"
I glowered at him and then exhaled, nodding.
"She would've never said yes if I said I was hanging with you. Dan's such a nerd; I can't believe she actually fell for it."
My eyes widened as we passed by AJ's house and I turned my face toward the blue-haired boy.
"Where are we going? I thought we were going to hang at your place?"
"Nah," AJ smiled, slyly and gave me a sideways glance. "I got something better in mind."
Before I could say anything, I felt something land in my lap and looked down, my mouth curving up into a half smile.
"Fake IDs?" I laughed a bit and held up my counterfeit permit, staring at the false name. "'Nate Ramon.' Ha! Nice. What's yours?"
"Gabe Noe," AJ snickered, keeping his eyes on the road. "Dude, it's perfect. We can get into that club that we've been talking about."
"Yeah," I smiled but then a thought struck me. "What if this doesn't work? What if my parents find out? I'll be dead!"
"They're not going to find out," He said, smiling. "We have the looks to get in."
"You do," I muttered. "Not me."
Before I could protest any more, I looked up as the booming music from the club filled my ears. My face flattened against the window as I stared at the neon sign spelling out, Veiled Pandemonium.
"I'm nervous," I said, my palms sweating, fogging up the glass.
"Don't be," AJ said as he put the car in park and looked over at me.
I looked down, my stomach churning with unease.
"Come on, man," AJ whispered, staring at me with pleading, black eyes. "Don't back out now. You know how long we've been waiting to come here? Now is our chance! Let's go!"
I nodded and got out of the car. We made our way to the entrance, where a large man in a suit stopped us from advancing.
AJ and I exchanged glances and simultaneously handed our IDs to the guard. I could feel how tense AJ was just by standing next to him as the guard inspected our fake IDs.
"Go ahead," He stated, handing them back to us and moving out of the way. We looked at each other in astonishment and then pushed through the large double doors.
"Holy shit," AJ breathed. "It's huge! There's a stage and everything!"
"Yeah," I said, smiling to myself at our success. We had done it! We finally made it in! Looking over, I noticed the bar and licked my lips.
"Hey, I'm going to get something to drink," I yelled to AJ and he nodded as I strolled over to the bar, his eyes already focused on a group of girls.
"What can I get you?"
I glanced up to see a tall, a very tall, man staring at me as I took a seat. His hair was long and black and fell just past his shoulders in natural haphazard waves, his thick bangs covering one of his gorgeous, hazel eyes. The man wore a black vest over a white T- shirt and black skinny jeans, comprised with a progression of chains, normal club bartender attire. I glanced at a tattoo on his arm that illustrated a red heart with a question mark in the middle. Wrapped around his wrists barbed wire was inked to look like it was scarring his flesh just below the heart. His black-painted fingernails tapped at the countertop impatiently.
"Hello? Anyone there?"
I shook my head and stared back at the man's face.
"Yeah, hi, um"
"You're not drinking."
"You're too young to drink."
I felt a pang of hurt and defeat. It kind of offended me that he immediately assumed that I was underage.
"You don't know that. I have my ID right here." The bartender smirked as I handed him my fake. He stared at it for a minute and tossed it back to me.
"Nate Ramon? Kind of lame, don't cha think? You could've gone with a better name."
My heart started beating hard in my chest as I realized that I had been caught underage at a bar. I was sure I'd get arrested or something.
"Hey, don't act so worried," He said, smirking and sticking a cigarette in his mouth. "You're cute. Half the people here are underage anyway."
I stared at him as he lit the cigarette. For some reason, my mouth couldn't form any words. I was somehow, amazed of the beauty that man retained.
"Oh," I exhaled and leaned back on the barstool, trying to act all cool. "I'm not worried anyway."
"Nah, I've done this millions of times."
"Have you now?"
"Yeah, this is effortless, compared to other things I've done."
"And what other things have you done?"
The man leaned onto the bar, interest sparkling in his eyes, his mouth curved into a wide grin.
"W- Well," I looked away, trying to think of something badass. "Um
The dark-haired man straightened up and laughed.
"You want to go somewhere crazier than this, then grab your friend and meet me outside in 15 minutes. I get off work in 10."
"Hell yeah. You don't even need a fake ID to get in either. They don't really give a shit what age you are, as long as they get money."
I glanced over at AJ who was flirting with a group of girls and then looked back at the man.
"How do I know if I should trust you?"
"Oh, you shouldn't. But I can show you a good time. You in or not?"
I stared at the floor for a moment before looking back up and nodding.
"Alright, I'm in."
"Cool," He smiled. "By the way, my name's Talen, if you care."
"Good to know. The name's Gage." I said, noticing his name plate said Nick.
As I weaved my way through the sweating bodies toward AJ, I couldn't shake this weird feeling I had. Something about that guy made goose bumps coat my arms and my heart beat faster than it already was. I only said yes because I didn't want to say good-bye to him. Not yet.