Alexander put a hand over my lips, silencing my five-minute shout-a-thon.
I stamped my Roc boots angrily.
"Raven, where else would she go?"
I shook my head violently, licorice-coloured hair falling into my eyes. I pulled Alexander's head away. "Have you completely forgotten what she tried to do to-"
"Raven, Raven. I'll never forget; how could I? But I also cannot cast her out on her own. It wouldn't be right; nor very honourable."
Stuff honour, I thought, grinding my teeth in rage.
"It's only for a couple of nights," Alexander went on, "And then-"
"A couple of nights!" I shrieked. Alexander winced.
"Two nights, Raven."
"Well, since you obviously forgot, we were supposed to be going to Becky's birthday tomorrow night. She's my best friend! I can't just not go!"
Alexander looked at me quietly.
I had a feeling I wasn't about to like his next words.
"Nobody said anything about you not going."
"You have to! Alexander-"
"I'm sorry, I've got to do this. I left Luna hanging once, I won't do it again. This is the least I can do to make things right."
I couldn't believe this.
I sat down, angry, and wound my Midnight-Shadow coloured nails through my ripped black fishnet stockings, before resting my hands on my knees. I tried not to stare at Alexander's gorgeous profile. It didn't however, escape my attention he wore a new black silk Dior shirt. I remembered the first time he'd taken me to the Gazebo, and we'd watched the bats. "...They like how it looks with a black silk Armani", Alexander had joked. And we'd kissed...
I broke my reverie. "So...What are you going to do?"
"Look after her," Alexander said. "She's not feeling so well."
"Yeah, she looks a little dead." I cracked.
Alexander didn't smile.
"That was a joke, you know, funny ha ha?"
"I know..." He trailed off. "Raven, I'm going to have to ask you to leave now."
"But I just got here!"
"I'm sorry, but-"
I jumped up so fast the metal rings on my belt jangled. "Fine! I'll go. And you can stay here with your precious Luna!"
I saw Alexander's face crumble as he caught the meaning behind my words. "Raven, it's not like that!"
I burst into tears, and I angrily wiped my hand over my eyes. It came away stained black from my eyeliner. I shook my head. Alexander started to go on, I couldn't listen. I bolted from the study, slamming the study door behind me. I turned left, brushing passed a surprised Jameson.
"Miss Raven!" He croaked out as I stumbled past.
"I'm sorry!" I cried.
I heard footsteps ring out behind me. I was running on hurt, anger, confusion and spite. In my backpack side pocket was my container-it contained garlic powder. I reached for it. The footsteps abruptly stopped. He had realised my intentions-even if they were only a threat. My threat was clear enough; back off. I stole one glance behind me at Alexander's hurt and shocked face before I tore open the front door of the mansion and ran out into the night.
--Author note: Again, I hope you enjoyed the second chapter to this particular fiction. Thank-you for reading.--
