He went to Alexander. "You'll realize who these rumorholics are sooner than you suspect!"
I took a gander at Becky, who was gazing at her loafers. "Please accept my apologies, Raven. I did whatever it takes not to come here this evening."
"What's he discussing?" Alexander pondered.
"How about we go," I said.
"I'm discussing vampires!" Trevor proclaimed.
"Vampires!" Alexander shouted.
"Quiet down, Trevor!"
"I'm discussing tattle!"
"What tattle?" Alexander said. "I came here to accompany my sweetheart."
"Sweetheart?" Trevor asked, amazed. "Then it's true. Is it true or not that you will burn through all of forever together?"
"Hush up!" I requested.
"Explain to him why you broke into his home! Let him know what you saw."
"We're outta here!" I expressed, beginning to go. Be that as it may, Alexander didn't move.
"Explain to him why you gave yourself wholeheartedly to him," Trevor proceeded.
"Try not to say another word, Trevor!"
"Explain to him why you went to the graveyard!" "I expressed, 'Shut up!"'
"Also, why you blacked out."
"Quiet down!"
"Also, why you check out at yourself in the mirror consistently!"
"What's he discussing?" Alexander requested.
"What's more, enlighten him concerning this," he said, pushing the Polaroids of my indentation at Alexander.
Alexander got the image and analyzed it. "What's this?"
"She utilized you," Trevor said. "I began talk that compounded. I had everybody around accepting you were a vampire. Interestingly, your dear, sweet Raven trusted the reports more than anybody!"
"Quiet down!" I shouted and tossed my dissolving shaved ice in front of Trevor.
Trevor chuckled as the cherry ice dribbled down his cheeks. Alexander gazed at the image.
"What's happening?" Mr. Harris asked, running over.
Alexander checked out at me in dismay and disarray. He looked around defenselessly as the ogling swarm sat tight for his response. Then he irately got my hand and pulled me outside. We left the falling snow and went out into sprinkling precipitation.
"Stand by!" Becky yelled, pursuing us.
"What's happening, Raven?" Alexander requested, overlooking her. "How can he realize you slipped into my home? How can he be aware of the burial ground? How can he realize you swooned? Also, what's this?" he asked, pushing the Polaroid at me.
"Alexander, you don't have any idea." "You never explained to me why you slipped into my home," he said.
I gazed at his desolate, profound, deep eyes. His blamelessness. His feeling of not having a place. What might I at some point say? I was unable to lie. So I didn't say anything and just embraced him energetically.
The photograph dropped from his hand. What's more, he drove me away.
"I need to hear it from you," he requested.
Tears began to gush. "I went there to refute the tales. I needed to stop them! So your family could live in harmony."
"So I was only a phantom story to you, that you needed to look at?"
"No! No! Becky, let him know it wasn't that way!"
"It wasn't!" Becky shouted. "She discusses you constantly!"
"I thought you were unique, Raven. Be that as it may, you utilized me. You're very much like every other person."
Alexander dismissed and I got his arm.
"Try not to go! Alexander!" I asked. "It's valid, I was up to speed in the bits of hearsay, yet when I previously saw you, I knew. I've never had this impression about anybody. That is the reason I did all the other things!"
"I thought you enjoyed me for simply acting naturally - not for who you figure I may be. Or on the other hand for something you assume you needed to turn into."
He took off.
"Try not to go!" I cried. "Alexander- - "
However, he disregarded me. He was gone, back to the isolation of his loft room.
I raged into the exercise center. The band was on break, and everybody viewed at me peacefully as I crossed the floor. "The end," Trevor declared and began applauding. "The end! Furthermore, what a magnificent creation everything was, in the event that I truly do say so myself."
"You!" I shouted. Mr. Harris could see I was going for blood and got me from behind. "You are abhorrent manifest, Trevor!" I shouted, my arms thrashing as I failed to wriggle out of the soccer mentor's grip. "Trevor Mitchell, you are the beast!" I checked out at the appearances around me. "Might you at any point see that? All of you drove away the most giving, adorable, delicate, astute individual around here while tolerating the wickedest, most wretched, most abhorrent beast, since he dresses like you! Trevor's the person who's obliterating lives! What's more, you simply watch him play soccer and party with him while you cast out a holy messenger since he dons dark and is self-taught!"
Tears gushed down my face, and I ran outside.
Becky pursued me. "Please accept my apologies, Raven. Please accept my apologies!" she yelled.
I disregarded her and ran the entire way to the Mansion, battling over the elusive entryway. Tremendous moths shuddered around the patio light as I banged the snake knocker. "Alexander, open up! Alexander, open up!"
In the end the light went out and the frustrated moths took off. I sat on the doorstep crying. Without precedent for my life I tracked down no solace in obscurity.