Granting one last wish

ABBY

As I expected, the party of Trey Hamilton at the lake house is in full swing. Song of Nicki Minaj is blaring from inside. The lawn is full of teenagers playing football despite the empty beer bottles, red cups, and empty soda cans littering all over.

I shouldn’t be here. I mentally berate myself, but Rebecca was so adamant, and I couldn’t just say no. She’s the closest to a sister that I never had. We walk through the crowded dance floor that is already wet and sticky. The smell of boozes, sweat, and cigarettes are wafting in the air.

The mini bar full of drinks, cans of sodas, beer bottles, pink punch, and a bowl chips that could cause you salmonella. Rebecca reminded me not to take any drinks from anyone who offers, so I grab a can of soda instead.

Her boyfriend James arrived earlier than us since he came directly from the game. He approaches us with a huge grin on his face.

“Babe, you made it! Thought you were joking,” James says happily after giving her peck on her lips and a peck on my cheek. “Hey, Mack. Good to see you here and not a boring party your parents you usually threw.” 

I roll my eyes. He’s right, but that’s my parent’s party, so I had to be there and play a good daughter role, which I’m actually a good daughter.

“I said we were coming, so here we are,” Becca retorts, seemingly annoyed.

“Good, babe. Let’s dance later, okay?” James doesn’t seem to care about Rebecca’s expression.

“C’mere, Mack. I’d like you to meet someone!” James yells when the new song starts to play. He grabs Rebecca’s hand, and I grab her hand as I follow them.

Rebecca pulls her hand back from James’ grip and yells. “Not a chance, babe! I promised her mom that I’ll take care of Mack. It means no meeting with horny football players.”

I shrug when I see them start whispering. Rebecca looks more annoyed, but we keep walking throughout the crowd upstairs to the second floor.

“He’s not a horny, Mack. Just meet him, and if you don’t like him, just say excuses like going to the bathroom, or you have a stomach bug.” 

I laugh at his lame excuses.

“Jeez, babe. You’re so annoying.” Becca rolls her eyes.

“Babe, trust me, okay? I’m not gonna just let Mack meet a jock because she’s my friend too.” James winks at me. “Relax.”

“Fine. Whatever!” Rebecca is forced to agree.

“Who’s he, James?” I ask.

find out soon,” he answers. My brows meet together.

of them as his teammates. He introduces me

James says. Everyone waves and says hi, and I wave back and smile

I know how the game works, but I’ve never watched them play. 

couch while

I leave. I walk down to the living room where everyone is still dancing, swaying, and jumping like there’s no tomorrow. Everyone looks enjoying the party while I

husky voice asks from behind that makes me stop

around, and my eyes land to the broad chest. I move my gaze up to the one and only, a six-foot and two inches Trevor “Trey” Hamilton standing in front of me. His short blond hair is disheveled in a stylish way. He has bright

told me that Trey is throwing a party,

throat. “Um, yeah. Just getting some fresh air.” I look away. Lame excuse, I know because I saw him flirting with Lorrie “Bitch” Morgan slash the

he says with excitement in his voice, and my heart flutters.

gaze. “Shouldn’t

telling me about the cheerleading like everyone doesn’t know about already,” he explains while

sure.” 

smiles. “Follow

the crowd to where fewer guys dancing that leads our way out of the house. I can’t just avoid not to bump into the couples making out in the hallway—horny teenagers. We keep walking for a couple more steps until we get out of the house, and the night is getting cold, and the breeze

“So, you’re Becca’s friend? I saw you with her at school. You don’t like

follow the stone paths that lead us to the lake. I

as if they’re in a wrestling match. The only differences are

you, so what is

agree. Too violent for you. So what’s your plan for college?” He keeps looking at me, then he drops

college. My parents won’t let me attend college away since I’m

“Wait. How old are you, Mack?” he quickly asks.

“Sixteen. I know I’m a freak,” I answer as I look at him to

You just excel, and you should be proud of yourself. Not like other girls who are busy putting makeup

smile. “Well, thanks. How about you,

He smiles, and I want to giggle so

it.” I tap his arm playfully. 

I’ll get us a drink. Stay here,

I nod and watch him walk away. I check my phone from the pocket of my jacket I wear over the red dress that Rebecca chose for

Red is your color.

sure? I have blue, green, and white. I’m not allowed to date yet, so I don’t care if boys like a girl in red. I just want to see