"So what?"
"He's looking for us!"
"How can he be looking for us? It was dark, stupid!"
"That guy saw us! He probably found the spray cans on the lawn and whatever stuff you sprayed on the wall as proof! And he has my dad's tennis racket!"
"Damn, freak, if you hadn't hit me none of this would have happened."
"If you hadn't been born, none of this would have happened, you creep. Shhh, already!"
"Sir, you can leave the racket with us and we can make an announcement," I heard Mrs. Gerber reply. "What did you say the girl was wearing?"
"A tennis outfit, miss."
"For Halloween?" She laughed and reached for the racket.
But Creepy Man drew back. "I'd prefer to keep it in my possession for now. If you find the owner, she knows where she can claim it. Good day," he said and bowed to a charmed Mrs. Gerber.
I freaked and pulled Trevor behind a statue of Teddy Roosevelt. "It's a trap," I said, squeezing Trevor's gloved hand. "I'll show up and the police will be waiting with handcuffs!"
Students stared at Creepy Man as he walked creepily toward the front doors, glancing around as he left. He was looking for us. "He's taking the evidence with him, and that evidence is worth two hundred dollars," I whispered to Trevor.
"Yeah, the evidence," he said. "Against you!"
"Me? Your fingerprints were all over it. That guy saw you, too."
"He only saw me running. He could have been after you. You were mad he ran out of candy, so you sprayed his house until he heard you making noise, then you dropped your candy and tennis racket when the lights came on," Trevor said, like he was Sherlock Holmes solving the Case of the Missing Tennis Racket.
"You're going to pin this on me? I can't believe you!"
"Don't worry, I don't think you'll go to jail over this, babe. You'll just get a major spanking by that crazy butler."
I had gotten in enough trouble for things I had done; I didn't want to be punished for things I hadn't done.
Trevor started walking to class.
I caught up to him. "I'll drag you down so bad if anything happens!"
"Who will they believe, freak--an honors student who is a star soccer player or a two-bit gothic chick with one friend, who spends more time in the principal's office than in class?"
"You owe me a tennis racket!" I shouted helplessly as Trevor sauntered off.
I admit it, Trevor had avenged himself for the Naked Woods Night. Because of him I'd lost my dad's fancy-schmancy racket. And more importantly, he'd made me the enemy in the eyes of the only people in town who might understand me and be my friends. They were my freedom from Dullsville and my connection to humanity, but now because of Trevor, the Mansion would be harder to get into than when it was boarded up.
Chapter 9 Living Hell
"You what?" my father yelled during dinner after I told him I lost his racket.
"Well, it's not exactly lost. I just don't have it."
"Then get it back if you know where it is."
"That would be impossible right now."
"But I have a game tomorrow!"
"I know, Dad, but you have other rackets." I tried to deflate the power of that one particular racket. Big mistake!