Part 21 (2/2)
”But-” Trevor began, his angry eyes thirsting for blood.
”I'd rather not have to call your father,” my dad finally said, putting his hand on Trevor's shoulder.
Trevor was fuming, but he was running out of steam. There was no one here who'd fall for his jokes, take his side, think he was wonderful for scoring a winning goal. No giggling girls who wanted to date a soccer sn.o.b or hang with him anymore because he was popular. There was nothing left for him to do but leave.
”You just wait-my dad owns this town!” he said, as he stormed off. It was the only thing he could say.
”Don't forget to use some ice on that,” my mom advised as if she were Florence Nightingale.
”He needs a tranquilizer gun, not ice, Mom.”
We all watched as Trevor reached the gate and was finally gone.
”Well, we had planned on a singing telegram, but they must have gotten the instructions wrong,” my dad joked. The crowd laughed with relief.
Alexander and I hung onto each other for comfort. The children began running around, pretending to be vampires.
Later, after Alexander had said good-bye to his neighbors, Becky found me cleaning up the refreshment table.
”I'm sorry,” she said.
”Are you going to apologize for the rest of your life?”
I gave her a Ruby squeeze-hug. ”See you tomorrow,” Becky said with tired eyes.
”I thought your parents already left.”
”They keep farm hours, you know. Early to bed and early to rise.”
”Then who are we riding with?” I asked, confused.
”Matt.”
”Matt!”
She smiled an I-have-a-crush smile. ”He's not as sn.o.bby as he seems.”
”I know. Who would have thought?”
”He's never ridden on a tractor before,” Becky said. ”Do you think he says that to every girl?”
”No, Becky, I think he really means it!”
”C'mon, Becky,” Matt called, just like he used to call Trevor.
”I'll catch up in a minute,” I said.
I was helping Jameson with the last of the party trash when Alexander descended the stairs, wearing a cape, slicked-back hair, and fake vampire teeth.
”My dream vampire,” I said.
He pulled me close in the hallway.
”You tried to save me tonight,” he said. ”I will be eternally grateful.”
”Eternally,” I said with a grin.
”Hopefully someday I'll return the favor.”
I giggled as he nibbled on my neck. ”I don't want to go,” I whined. ”But Becky is waiting. See you tomorrow?” I asked. ”Same bat time? Same bat channel?”
He walked me to the door and playfully bit me on the neck with his vampire teeth.
I laughed and tried to pull the fake teeth out of his mouth.
”Ouch,” he exclaimed.
”You're not supposed to Superglue them on!”
”Raven, you don't still believe in vampires, do you?” he asked.
”I think you've cured me of that,” I answered. ”But I'm going to keep the black lipstick.”
He gave me a long, heavenly good-night kiss.
As I turned to leave, I noticed Ruby's monogrammed compact on the doorstep and picked it up. I opened it to smooth out my lipstick. I saw the Mansion's open door reflected in its gla.s.s.
”Sweet dreams,” I heard Alexander say.
But he didn't appear in the mirror.
I turned around. Alexander was clearly standing in the doorway.
But when I checked the mirror again, he was gone!
When I turned around once again, I found the serpent door k.n.o.b staring me in the face. I rapped on it desperately.
”Alexander! Alexander!”
I backed away from the door in disbelief. I slowly retreated and stared up at the attic window. The light came on.
”Alexander!” I called.
He peered out from behind the ruffled curtains, my Gothic Guy, my Gothic Mate, my Gothic Prince, my Knight of the Night. Looking down at me, longingly. He touched the window with the palm of his hand. I stood motionless. As I began to reach toward him, he withdrew from the curtain and the light vanished.
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