"Maybe it's best you and Alexander have a private dance at the Mansion."
"And miss seeing Trevor's face when I walk in with Alexander?"
"Trevor knows a lot, Raven," she said oddly.
"Fine, so he'll get into a good college. What do I care?"
"I'm afraid of Trevor. His father owns half our farm."
"The corn or the sugar?"
"I have a confession--"
"Save it for Sunday. Forget about Trevor. He's just a bully."
"I'm not strong like you. I never was. You're my best friend, but Trevor has a way of making people say things they don't want to. But please-- don't go to the dance," she said, grabbing my arm.
Suddenly the bell rang. "I've gotta go. I can't get another detention or I'll be banned from the dance."
"But Raven--" "Don't be afraid, girlie, I'll protect you from the monsters."
Chapter 19 The Snow Ball
I couldn't sit still through the rest of my classes. Not through algebra, history, geography, or English, which I spent underneath the football bleachers composing love poems to Alexander. I raced home and danced around my bedroom. I tried on every piece of clothing I owned in a million combinations until I had the perfect ensemble. "Are you okay?" Billy Boy asked, peeking his head into my room.
"Just jumping around and dancing, my most precious little brother," I glowed, giving him a big squeeze and a kiss on the head.
"Are you insane?"
I sighed deeply. "You'll understand someday. You'll meet someone who is connected with you in your soul. And then everything will be exciting and peaceful at the same time."
"You mean like Pamela Anderson?"
"No, like a computer-math girl."
Billy Boy gazed off into the distance. "I guess that won't be so bad, as long as she looks like Pamela!"
"She'll look even better!" I said, messing up his hair. "Now get out. I have a ball to attend."
"You're going to a dance?"
"Yes." "Well..." I could see he was revving up for a big sister major put-down. "Well...you'll be the prettiest one there."
"Are you sure you're not on drugs?"
"You'll be the prettiest one there...with black lipstick."
"Now that sounds more like your style."
I finally paraded into the kitchen, wearing high-heeled knee- high vinyl boots, black fishnet stockings, a black miniskirt, a lacy black tank top, and metallic black bracelets. A black cashmere scarf hid my love bite, and black leather fingerless gloves revealed my black nail polish--glittering like black ice, in keeping with the theme of the Snow Ball.
"Where do you think you're going dressed like that?" my mom asked.
"I'm going to a dance."
"With Becky?"
"No, with Alexander."