I was ready for an eternity with my true love, but not an eternity apart from my best friend.
"I saw how quickly you yanked Luna off of me at the Crypt," Trevor said to me in the hallway the following day at school. "The lengths you go to, just to keep girls away from me."
"I was helping out Scarlet, not you. And on second thought, maybe I should have saved Scarlet by letting Luna paw on you instead." He grinned mischievously. His devilish nature couldn't mask his attractiveness. I felt ensnared by his gaze.
He fingered his blond locks and leaned in to me, then whispered, "It's so clear who you'd really prefer to be your real boyfriend, and that's me."
"When will you get over your delusions?" I asked. "I'm not even sure what Scarlet sees in you," I said.
Trevor inched even closer, his green eyes piercing through me. "But I think you do. I think you always have. Do you know why I like Scarlet?"
"Because she breathes?"
He smiled churlishly, his milky white teeth beaming. "Because she reminds me of you. When I am kissing her I imagine that I'm kissing you." I was taken aback. Trevor never knew when to stop. "Don't be cruel! She's my friend."
"Which is worse?" he asked, getting in my face. "That I kiss her and think of you? Or that when I'm on the end of her succulent lips, that I might not be thinking of you?"
Trevor was a tease. Of course I didn't want him to use Scarlet, and I didn't want him to like me, either. But was I being honest with myself when there was a tiny piece of me that got a rise out of Trevor's torment? Or was it just something I'd grown accustomed to all my life?
Trevor drew me in to him. "How about now I'll kiss you and you can see for yourself who I am thinking of?" I pushed against him as hard as I could, my black nails standing out against his yellow polo shirt. I knew he wasn't going to force a kiss on me, but his embrace told me he got a kick out of my trying to squirm away from him.
For a moment, I thought about kissing him back, giving him the biggest shock of his life. But I remembered Alexander. And his lips were the only ones I wanted to be on the end of - regardless of how much I wanted to torment my nemesis.
"I can spit," I told him instead.
Trevor immediately released me and jumped away. "I'd say 'You wouldn't dare,' but I know you would."
"Don't tempt me," I said, adjusting my dress.
"Halloween is coming," he said as if it was a warning. "Jagger is planning to have a spectacular event down at the Crypt. Luna, Scarlet, all the girls will be there." How did Trevor always know more about the vampires' plans than I did?
"I'll be there. With Alexander," I charged back.
"What horrible monster will you come as this year?" he asked. "Yourself?"
I really loathed Trevor. No matter how hard I tried, he always seemed to be one step ahead of me.
"I'll be the one dressed as your psychiatrist," I said, and headed off for class.
I felt extra groggy when I awoke in Alexander's coffin. I lazily rolled over and snuggled up close to him, hoping to doze back to sleep. He caressed my hair and I felt amazingly at peace in his embrace.
"Good morning, Monster Girl!" I heard a familiar voice say.
Then a cell phone was turned on, illuminating the inside of the casket, and I saw green eyes staring back at me. How did I get in a coffin with Trevor Mitchell?
Where was Alexander? What was happening?
I tried to break open the coffin lid, but it wouldn't budge. I pushed against it with my feet as hard as I could.
"Let me out!" I screamed. "Let me out!"
"It's too late," my nemesis said. "We are here together for eternity."
His hand crept across my neck as if it was marking his territory.
I smacked it away. "Let go!" I yelled. "Alexander!"
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Trevor asked.