Not Another Vampire Book - Ramona Flowers (top books to read TXT) 📗

He had been trying to talk to me since I blew up on him that day, but I just ignored him. Heather had the privilege of hitting the ignore button this time. She was wearing a type of felt spaghetti strap green corset with a connecting green checkered mini skirt. Black and white stripped thigh-high leggings and black heels. Zania was wearing the typical sexy Alice costume, strapless and mid-thigh cut off; thigh-high legging with a little red bow at the top and black stilettos (you already know what my costume looks like). I sat impatiently as Zania worked on curling my hair and Heather on my make-up.
“I hate being a girly girl.” I complained.
“Oh hush we are almost done.” Zania scolded, yanking my hair for effect. I just glared at her in the mirror.
They finished in about five minutes giving us only twenty to put my unnecessarily difficult to put on shoes on and drive downtown to the concert. (These pictures are of me and Heathers costumes, I couldn’t find one for Zania that I liked. And for mine something like that minus all the fluff, just the dress.)


We pull up to this hole-in-the-wall building that honestly gives me the creeps. “Are you sure this is the place?” I ask worried.
“Ugh yes” Heather rolls her eyes getting out of the car leaving me and Zania behind. We exchange glances before scrambling out of the car after her. She stops at the entrance and swirls around quickly startling us. “Okay this place is going to be full of drunken metal heads looking to score, male or female doesn’t matter, remember we are eighteen and stay close.” She gave us the run down while handing us VIP passes looking extremely serious. Zania and I both nodded before continuing to follow her.
The tall bouncer guy in all black looked us up and down then smiled. “Dress code requirements exceeded ladies, well done.” He winked. We gave smiles back as we walked in, the line growing longer and longer behind us.
It was pitch back for a second then laser and strobe lights exploded around us along with music so loud it could reset your heart beat to match the drum of its bass. All three of us looked at each other with big grins as we locked arms and made our way to the dance floor. Instantly we were surrounded by gorgeous guys dancing with us. I didn’t care; I grabbed a few and let them dance with me. We grinded on each other until loud sirens wailed, signaling the show was about to begin. I didn’t realize how many people were in the place; at least nearly seven hundred that I could see.
Everyone roared as they surged the stage, dragging Heather, Zania, and I with them. The lights stopped leaving everything black allowing some guy to grab my ass and I couldn’t see them, but I still didn’t care. I leaned into the guys and he wrapped his arms around me. We all waited in anticipation as we could hear the band members getting their stuff together.
The crowd silenced as we heard Matty clear his throat. It was laughable how tangible the excitement was. I could have reached out and grabbed it if I wanted. The lights of the stage flashed on as the band began to play. Every girl in there screamed and all the guys yelled. I turned to see who had gotten so friendly with me, and laughed when I saw Patrick grinning like a mad man. And that’s who he was dressed as, the mad hatter too. I had a sudden urge to kiss him, and I did. Turning fully around I planted a hot kiss on his lips. He didn’t waste any time kissing me back letting his hands roam my body. I signaled to Zania and Heather that I was leaving with Patrick to go find a better place to make out. They just laughed and shooed me off.
We stumbled out of the forever growing crowd to a corner and continued our assault on each other. Eventually we pulled apart breathing heavily and smiling. “If that were anyone else they would be dead.” I joked. He just laughed.
“Did you know it was me?” he asked.
“No, but since it was you and not some creep I thought I would thank you for not letting me get raped.”
“You should thank me like that more often.”
“Cant you’re a school employee, its illegal.”
“Dammit.” he jokes snapping his fingers for effect. “Wanna go again?” he asks jokingly but I know he is serious.
I nod as we go at it for round two. By the time we pull apart for the second time, the first show is over and we see Zania and Heather making their way toward us. They both pretend to gag when they see the way I'm sitting in Patrick’s lap. “I hope you know that this could be a form of incest.” Heather remarks.
We both roll our eyes as I climb off of Patrick. “Well I hope you know you ruined my night.” Patrick snaps back hinting toward the fact I am no longer on his lap. They glare at each other for a while before breaking into laughs and hugging.
Zania just stood there confused a bit. “Why were you kissing Patrick anyway?”
I shrug, “I just felt like it, and he just so happen to be the nearest victim.”
“I wouldn’t call it being a victim.” He smiles satisfied to himself. I punch him in the arm blushing. “Hey its true.” He defends.
“Yeah it is Patrick, we saw you guys. It looked like you were about to pass out.” Zania chirped in. “The only person that can keep up with Sharon when she gets in one of those moods is he-who-will-not-be-named.”
“Who?” Patrick and I ask at the same time.
“Damion.” Heather says bluntly.
I glare at Heather for saying his name so causally, “Whatever, no he can’t.” I lie, even I know it’s a lie.
“Anyway who cares, we have backstage passes lets go hand with Memphis May fire.” Heather smiles hinting toward the back.
I look at Patrick who pulls out a backstage pass too. Smiles are exchanged as we make our way to the backroom. They only ask for Pat’s pass, which I thought was pretty funny. Ah the perks of being a girl with decent looking boob. We make it to this grungy looking red door before Heather stops us. She turns to inspect us then knocks on the door. I nearly faint when Ben Bruce from Asking Alexandria opens the door. (Just a note I'm in love with Ben Bruce he is such a babe!! XD)
Zania gives me a funny look as we enter the room. The walls are covered in random paint splatters and holes (from being punched I guess). A four piece couch is in the middle of the room, and off to the side is a table and mini fridge, and next to that is what I'm guessing to be a bathroom. It actually looks pretty comfortable, not too run down but not too high class.
Memphis May Fire, Miss May I, and Asking Alexandria are all in there and my head was about to explode. I was waiting Of Mice and Men to pop out somewhere.
“Whoa that is one hot cat!” Ben yells as he closes the door behind us. His British accent giving me tingles. “Excuse me miss, but I like your ass.” He winks giving me his hand to shake with me blushing wildly.
“Thank you and I like your body, maybe we could exchange sometime.” I joke shaking his hand. The room got really quiet as Ben stared at me stunned.
“I call this one.” He said pulling me to him in a tight possessive hug.
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Publication Date: 07-29-2012

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