"I really want to run this past him," Sebastian said.
"And what's he going to say, yes? Besides, you can't tell him you've been hanging out here with me and Luna."
Sebastian hung his head low.
"Don't despair," Jagger said. "It's going to be awesome. Music blasting, drinks flowing, dancing until dawn.
Beautiful girls everywhere. What's not to like?"
Sebastian's face lit up inthe candlelight.
The Crypt sounded like the kind of club I'd want to hang out in. Just like the CoffinClub--but onlya few miles from my house. I bit my lavender lip in excitement.
"I know he's mad at me . . ." Sebastiansaid, "but Istill have his back."
"He'll see the club once it's open," Jagger said, rising. He put his arm around Sebastian. "It won't be too long.
We'll decorate at night. Ihave ways of getting these things settled veryquickly."
Sebastian bit his black nails.
"Just think it over," Jagger said, slapping Sebastianonthe back like a coachdoes to a football player. "You have a place to stay, a new best friend, and . . ."
"A girlfriend," a sweet, ethereal voice said.
Just then pink hair bounced in from behind the shadows.
Luna was dressed ina wickedlycool frock--a pink mini-dress withblack spiderwebbed tights. Her perfectly straight baby pink hair appeared as soft as something out of a shampoo commercial.
Sebastian shot up.
She took his hand and pulled him into her. They shared a kiss that probably would have gone on forever if Jagger hadn't cleared his throat.
"It's Luna," Iwhispered toAlexander. "Now we should go in--"
Alexander helped me back to the ground and Itold him what I'd heard. He shook his head. "We need to wait," he said.
"Really?" Iwas surprised byAlexander's suddenchange incourse.
"Yes," he said. "But not for too long. I'm always getting Sebastianout of predicaments. Maybe this time he needs to figure things out himself."
"But what about this new club?" Iasked. "It will be here, inDullsville."
"That we will have to fix. But Idon't have to at this moment."
We heard the sound of a car driving over the gravel. Alexander pulled me back into an alcove.
A white Beetle painted to look like a skull drove past us and parked. Scarlet and Onyx hopped out of their car.
"Ithink it will be funto hang withthem here for a little while longer," Onyx said.
"That's because youwant to be next to Jagger at all times."
"I do not!" she declared.
"It's okay," Scarlet reassured her. "I'd like to tryto see that Trevor guy again.
He's sucha prep--but Ihave to admit, Ireallythink that's hot!"