"Visitor for Alexandra Roberts at reception."
I remember how strange the words sounded. A visitor? But who? Not anyone from my family, for sure. They didn't give a fuck about me, nor did I give a fuck about them. So who?
I packed up my journal and pens, shoving them into my checkered backpack. I walked straight past the male office attendant who'd called me out of class.
Once at reception, I saw no-one waiting. Turning to the attendant, I asked who wanted me.
That was when I noticed him for the first time. A short boy, with red contact lenses and all different colours in his hair - red, black, some green. "It was me who wanted to speak to you, Alex," the boy said.
"I-I know who you are.." I stammered.
He smiled. "I know."
The boy was Dahvie Vanity.
"So, um, what did you want me for?" I managed to ask him. "And where's Jayy?"
"Jayy's in the car. We need to talk to you."
That's a little vague.. I thought. I went with him, nonetheless.
"Get in," Dahvie said, once we'd reached the black car they were using. Noticing my hesitation, he added, " please don't tell me you believe those lies about that bitch Jessi.."
"No!" I said quickly. "I never believed that." And I got in. Jayy was in the back seat next to me, smiling.
"So, Alex," Dahvie began, now in the driver's seat, turning to face me. "You've heard of 2012, right?"
"Well people seem to believe it'll be the end of the world, but that isn't strictly true."
"It's just the end of this world. This rough, disrespectful world." Jayy spoke up. "Scenies will be fine, but anyone else.." Jayy smiled, running his little finger across his throat in a horizontal line.
"And the SGTC and Elites shall rise." Dahvie was grinning at me. "So I believe you will be joining us?"
My eyes went wide. "You want me ?"
Jayy tilted his head slightly. "Of course we do, you're an SGTC Elite, aren't you?"
I nodded again.
"Then you'll be fine, sweetie." Jayy continued. "We know who every one of our fans are." He tapped his finger against his nose.
"So you're with us?" Dahvie smiled.
"Yeah, sure." I smiled back. "When does it start?"
Dahvie's smile grew mischeivous. "Midnight, tonight."
Jayy's expression matched his friend's. "Make sure to be ready. Then, the real fun begins."