He turned to Alexander. "You'll learn who these rumorholics are sooner than you think!"
I looked at Becky, who was staring at her loafers. "I'm sorry, Raven. I tried to warn you not to come here tonight."
"What's he talking about?" Alexander wondered.
"Let's go," I said.
"I'm talking about vampires!" Trevor declared.
"Vampires!" Alexander exclaimed.
"Shut up, Trevor!"
"I'm talking about gossip!"
"What gossip?" Alexander said. "I came here to be with my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" Trevor asked, surprised. "Then it's official. Are you going to spend all of eternity together?"
"Be quiet!" I ordered.
"Tell him why you broke into his house! Tell him what you saw."
"We're outta here!" I said, starting to go. But Alexander didn't move.
"Tell him why you threw yourself at him," Trevor continued.
"Don't say another word, Trevor!"
"Tell him why you went to the cemetery!" "I said, 'Shut up!"'
"And why you fainted."
"Shut up!"
"And why you look at yourself in the mirror every hour!"
"What's he talking about?" Alexander demanded.
"And tell him about this," he said, thrusting the Polaroids of my bite mark at Alexander.
Alexander grabbed the picture and examined it. "What's this?"
"She used you," Trevor said. "I started a rumor that snowballed. I had everyone in town believing you were a vampire. The funny thing is, your dear, sweet Raven believed the rumors more than anyone!"
"Shut up!" I screamed and threw my melting snow cone in Trevor's face.
Trevor laughed as the cherry ice dripped down his cheeks. Alexander stared at the picture.
"What's going on?" Mr. Harris asked, running over.
Alexander looked at me in disbelief and confusion. He glanced around helplessly as the gawking crowd waited for his reaction. Then he angrily grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. We left the falling snow and went out into drizzling rain.
"Wait!" Becky shouted, running after us.
"What's going on, Raven?" Alexander demanded, ignoring her. "How does he know you snuck into my house? How does he know about the cemetery? How does he know you fainted? And what's this?" he asked, shoving the Polaroid at me.
"Alexander, you don't understand." "You never told me why you snuck into my house," he said.