"But I'm not a Goth ... I just ..." Jennifer began, but stopped when she saw how the girl was looking at her.
"Not a Goth? Could've fooled me," she said.
"Stephanie," a boy's voice called out. The Goth girl turned and looked down the hall. A pale-skinned boy with black spiky hair approached them. He was wearing a fishnet shirt, black leather pants, black leather boots, several piercings, dark eye make-up, and a spiked collar. Jennifer had seen this boy before also, but she had no idea what his name was. Frankly, she didn't really pay much attention to the Goth crowd. "So you finally found her, huh?" he asked the Goth girl, then he turned and asked "Fuck, Jennifer, where the hell did you go?"
