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.

soon,” he answers. My brows

stop in front of the group of guys that I recognize most of them as his

is Becca’s friend Mack. Mack, meet my teammates,” James says. Everyone waves and

out of place when everyone talks about winning their game. I know how the game works, but

on James’ lap on the couch while I’m still standing at their

living room where everyone is still dancing, swaying, and jumping like there’s

from behind that makes me stop to

gaze up to the one and only, a six-foot and two inches Trevor “Trey” Hamilton standing in front of me. His short

is throwing a party, I was beyond excited and told my parents that I’m going

my throat. “Um, yeah. Just getting some fresh air.” I look away. Lame excuse, I know because I saw him flirting with

with excitement in his voice, and my

gaze. “Shouldn’t you be

a bitch. I don’t like talking to someone while she’s bitching all night telling me about the cheerleading like everyone doesn’t know

sure.” 

He smiles. “Follow me.”

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

don’t like football,

I can still see a few students sitting on the deck.

I’m not really a fan. It’s hard to watch them as if they’re in a wrestling match. The only differences

for you, so what is your plan for college?”

“I agree. Too violent for you. So what’s your plan for college?” He keeps looking at me, then he drops his gaze to my lips, making me a little bit self-conscious.

here for college. My parents won’t let me attend college away since I’m still not legally an adult.

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

freak,” I answer as I look at him

be proud of yourself. Not like other girls who are busy putting makeup on their faces.” Wow, Trey is not bad, after all.

thanks.

too.” He smiles, and I want to giggle so badly because he’s cute. No,

tap his arm playfully. 

a drink. Stay here,

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

is your color. Boys like a girl in red.”

and white. I’m not allowed to date yet, so I don’t care if boys like a girl in red. I just