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down at the ground for a second before I answered. “What
are you doing here? I told you I didn’t want to hang out.” I hopped from one
foot to the other.
    “True but I knew
what you really meant,” he said, the same sparkle in his eye that was there
earlier. “Besides, do you always look that good for things you don’t want to
do?”
    I bit my lip and
blushed, still unsure.
    Or maybe I just
didn’t want him to know how sure I really was.
    “Don’t you
remember what happened the last time you refused to get in the car with me?” he
joked. He crossed the other side of the street and swung open the passenger
side door, waiting. “Jennifer, get in the car,” he said more sternly when I
still didn’t make any effort to near him.
    I smiled in spite
of myself. Ugh, why did I have this overpowering need to please him? And to… to… obey him? I sighed after a few more beats.
“Okay. Anything I want, right?”
    “Right.” He
gestured toward the car again and waited for me to climb in before he shut the
door safely behind me.   Once he
climbed back into the door he smiled smugly at me again, clearly please with
himself.
    Ugh, even his
teeth were perfect.
    “Where to, miss?”
he asked me, bringing the engine to life and pulling away from my building.
    “A few of my girls
are checking out Shrine,” I told him.
    He shot me a look.
    “It’s a club,” I
told him.
    “Oh, I know what
it is. We aren’t going there.”
    “You said it was
my pick!”
    “It is,” he said,
sounding suddenly cold. “Just not there.”
    “Why not? I want
to dance!” It was a lie. I didn’t even know how to dance that well, but I
figured it was a pretty good arguing point. Wasn’t that what you did at a club?
Dance?
    “If you want to
dance we can go to another club. That place is fucked.”
    “No, it’s not! You
go there all the time!” It was true. My girls were always talking about seeing
the Ford brothers being at Shrine and beating the shit out of people or
breaking bottles or whatever other crazy things they were up to on the night in
question.
    Not that I was
going to tell Trigger that.
    “Well, not
anymore. I know this other club , you’ll
love it . It’s way better.”
    “But all my
friends are there!”
    “Well, they should
leave,” he snapped. “We aren’t going there tonight, end of discussion.”
    “Fine,” I snapped
right back at him then crossed my arms over my chest, looked out the window,
and didn’t say a word for the rest of the drive.
    Going inside a
club with Trigger was like going somewhere with a celebrity. Everyone knew him
and everyone wanted to talk to him. Every girl in the place was sizing me up,
whispering at the sight of me. I didn’t fit in with this world at all. Everyone
was staring at us.
    Trigger was
leaning up against the bar; sipping on some expensive drink I had never heard
of. I had no idea how he got served alcohol here since he was only 18 like me.
But I guess when you were him things came easy, even things that weren’t
supposed to. I was sipping my second gray goose and cranberry. I had been
surprised he hadn’t made a comment about me drinking, but he seemed pretty busy
with all the celebrity-like attention he was getting.
    I normally didn’t drink,
but this situation called for it. I was pretty uncomfortable. Being introduced
to people who had never given me the time of day before, and being looked at as
a hoe by all the girls in the club. Most of them just wished they were here
with Trigger instead of me. Which was just fine with me.
    Like I wanted to
be here.
    Okay, I kind of
did, but only a little.
    I couldn’t help
it… something about Trigger was fascinating to me.
    Trigger took a
step closer to me and leaned in. “What’s wrong?”
    “I feel weird,” I
told him. “Everyone is looking at me.”
    “That’s because
you look fucking sexy,” Trigger told me, taking the chance to look me up and
down. “I mean… if you weren’t you, wouldn’t you look at