Alexander and I grabbed the savory desserts Jameson had made--placinta, fried sweet dough filled with chocolate--and headed up to the privacy of his attic room. "Trevor is taking Luna to the cemetery?" Alexander immediately asked, shutting the door.
"Jagger is planning a Graveyard Gala on Saturday night," I blurted out as we sat with our placintas on his mattress. "It's a gothic costume party with the highlight of the evening being a covenant ceremony. Instead of luring Trevor to sacred ground alone," I started, too excited to dive into my treat, "Jagger is inviting Dullsville High. Luna is going to bite Trevor in front of everyone--only no one will know what's going to happen, not even Trevor himself."
"How will he not know what's going on?"
"Trevor thinks he's going to be kissed by Luna, not bitten."
"They are going to be wearing costumes, right?" Alexander asked. "Yes, Trevor is going as the Grim Reaper. It will be dark and all the partygoers will be wearing masks. While they drink, dance, and make out, Luna will finally have her long-awaited covenant ceremony. No one will know what is really happening."
"Then we have to stop Trevor from going," Alexander said, picking at his dessert.
"He wouldn't miss this for the world. He will be the star of the show."
"Then we have to tell him what the ceremony really is."