Vampire Kisses(43)
“Shut up!” I said. “Don’t you have your own date? Or would that be Matt?” I asked sarcastically.
“Very good. She’s clever,” he said to Alexander. “But not too clever. No, my date is over there,” he added, pointing to the entrance.
I looked over and saw Becky nervously standing at the door, dressed in a long pleated skirt, pale pink sweater, and long white socks with loafers.
My heart sank to the floor. I felt sick.
“I’ve given her a little makeover,” Trevor bragged. “And that’s not all, baby.”
“If you touch her, I’ll kill you!” I screamed, lunging for him.
“I haven’t touched her, yet. But there’s time. The dance has just begun.”
“Raven, what’s going on?” Alexander demanded, turning me toward him.
Trevor signaled for Becky to come over. She didn’t even look at me as she approached us. Trevor grabbed her hand and kissed her softly on the cheek. I cringed all over and felt nauseated.
“Get off her!” I grabbed her hand and tried to pull her away.
“Raven, is this the guy who’s been hassling you?” Alexander asked.
“You mean he doesn’t know me? He doesn’t know about us?” Trevor asked proudly.
“There is no ‘us’!” I tried to explain. “I pissed him off because I’m the only girl in school who doesn’t think he’s hot! So now he won’t leave me alone. But Trevor, how dare you involve Becky and Alexander!”
Becky stood with her eyes glued to the floor.
“I think it’s time to leave Raven alone, dude,” Alexander said.
“Dude? Now I’m the freakoid’s pal? We can hang out and play soccer? Sorry but there’s a dress code. No fangs and capes. Go back to the cemetery.”
“Trevor, enough! I’ll kick you right now!” I threatened.
“It’s okay, Raven,” Alexander said. “Let’s go dance.”
“Becky, get away from him!” I yelled, not moving. “Becky, say something! Say something already!”
“She’s already said something,” Trevor announced. “She’s said a lot. It’s funny how the people in this town talk and can’t shut up when their daddy’s crops might suddenly catch fire from a dropped cigarette,” Trevor said, looking straight at me.
He turned to Alexander. “You’ll learn who these rumorholics are sooner than you think!”
I looked at Becky, who was staring at her loafers. “I’m sorry, Raven. I tried to warn you not to come here tonight.”
“What’s he talking about?” Alexander wondered.
“Let’s go,” I said.
“I’m talking about vampires!” Trevor declared.
“Vampires!” Alexander exclaimed.
“Shut up, Trevor!”
“I’m talking about gossip!”
“What gossip?” Alexander said. “I came here to be with my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Trevor asked, surprised. “Then it’s official. Are you going to spend all of eternity together?”
“Be quiet!” I ordered.
“Tell him why you broke into his house! Tell him what you saw.”
“We’re outta here!” I said, starting to go. But Alexander didn’t move.
“Tell him why you threw yourself at him,” Trevor continued.
“Don’t say another word, Trevor!”
“Tell him why you went to the cemetery!”
“I said, ‘Shut up!’”
“And why you fainted.”
“Shut up!”
“And why you look at yourself in the mirror every hour!”
“What’s he talking about?” Alexander demanded.
“And tell him about this,” he said, thrusting the Polaroids of my bite mark at Alexander.
Alexander grabbed the picture and examined it. “What’s this?”
“She used you,” Trevor said. “I started a rumor that snowballed. I had everyone in town believing you were a vampire. The funny thing is, your dear, sweet Raven believed the rumors more than anyone!”
“Shut up!” I screamed and threw my melting snow cone in Trevor’s face.
Trevor laughed as the cherry ice dripped down his cheeks. Alexander stared at the picture.
“What’s going on?” Mr. Harris asked, running over.
Alexander looked at me in disbelief and confusion. He glanced around helplessly as the gawking crowd waited for his reaction. Then he angrily grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. We left the falling snow and went out into drizzling rain.
“Wait!” Becky shouted, running after us.
“What’s going on, Raven?” Alexander demanded, ignoring her. “How does he know you snuck into my house? How does he know about the cemetery? How does he know you fainted? And what’s this?” he asked, shoving the Polaroid at me.