"What's wrong with a man taking care of you?" he asked."Someone rich.And powerful."
"I already have that." I admitted.
"And blond."
"I like dark hair."
"And popular."
He did have me on that. Neither Alexander nor I were popular.But Trevor Mitchell? He could have been voted prom king in the first grade.
"Isn't fame important to you?" he asked, inching closer."Everyone knowing your name?"
"I think they already do."
"But not for the right reasons," he said with a chuckle.
"I'm not interested in being famous. I'm interested in being me."
Trevor shook his head and jotted a few notes down in his notebook. "So where did we leave off? Do your parents want you to follow in their footsteps? "
"No. Is this over yet?" I whined.
"What do you like to do on a rainy day?" he asked.
"Sit outside."
"What do you like to do on a sunny day?"
"Sleep."
"Doyou think of yourself as creative?"
"No."
"You don't?" he asked, surprised. "With the way you dress and make yourself up? I think you've always been creative. Like a clown."
"Do you want me to take you down now? Or do it in front of the class?"
"Calm down. What is your favorite outfit?"
"Hmm.My corset prom dress."
"When you close your eyes, who do you dream about?"
"Alexander."
"If you had one guy in school to kiss, who would that be?" he asked, leaning toward me.
"This isn't on the sheet. None of these questions are, bonehead!"
With Trevor, sometimes it was difficult to keep straight who was kidding who.
"I was just making sure you were paying attention.Fve finished the interview portion. Now I can just write the essay."
"So- we don't have to meet again?"
"I've finished my part," he said coyly, and gave me the completed interview sheet. "Now it's time to finish your questions about me."