Don’t Make Wishes in Cemeteries Because They Might Come True

Chloe has lost the only person that has truly understood her, her boyfriend Hunter. While everyone in town is obsessing over his death, she's obsessing over the life that they once shared together.

Finding comfort in the cemetery in which Hunter was buried, Chloe finds that she's most comforted just being near him until she makes a wish that she never thought would come true.


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7. History Repeats and New Faces

 

The ground in front of Brad’s house was vibrating from music, tickling my feet from underneath. A surge of excitement flowed through me. It had been far too long since the last time I did anything fun and I only had myself to blame. I guess I always felt guilty that I was able to do all these things and Hunter couldn’t. As if somehow I was betraying him for moving on with my life. That same feeling started to raise as I walked toward the house with my two best friends. They each wrapped their arms around either side of my waist and I smiled pushing that nagging guilt as far down as I could. They wanted me to be happy, the least I could do was try.

The bass was so loud that I swore I felt my face vibrate.

Lane covered her ears and shouted, “How is anyone supposed to talk around here?”

Blair nodded towards the living room. There was a couple making out on the couch, maybe not even making out. They were practically humping each other. “I don’t think talking is the idea around here.”

I shifted uncomfortably in the dress Lane had given me. It all of a sudden was very tight, or maybe it was my guilt sneaking up again.

“I’m going to get a drink,” I told them. "Want anything?”

They looked at each other and shook their heads. I moved forward and they started to follow me.

I laughed. “I’ll be fine. Please, stay here.”

The huddled next to each other like baby chicks watching their momma go off for food. I shook my head and pushed through large glass doors to get into the kitchen. In my honest opinion, I would think that leaving the doors open would be smart, especially with a bunch of drunk teens that haven’t figured out – or don’t care – what their alcohol limit was. It was an accident waiting to happen.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

I knew the voice but it didn’t sound like how I remembered. Maybe it was because I hadn’t heard it for a while or because I tried to forget what it sounded like. But I knew it and it triggered off a boiling fury inside of me.

Joey didn’t smile when I turned around and I didn’t expect him to, I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to go away. “Well, I wasn’t coming for you.”

He sucked his cheeks in, the telltale sign that he was annoyed slash angry slash embarrassed that a girl would talk to him in such a way. I didn’t have anything to prove nor did I care how he felt, I wasn’t going to be nice to him for his sake.

“Chloe, I think we should talk.”

My head tilted back and my eyebrows furrowed. “I have nothing to talk to you about.”

And when I turned away, he grabbed my arm just as he had done a year before only this time his grips was harder and Hunter wasn’t there to help me out.

“I just want to talk to you,” he said through gritted teeth.

It was then that I pitied the girl who fell in love with him – and there would be one clueless girl that would. He was rough, aggressive, and when you got on his bad side he didn’t hold back much.

“Is there a problem?”

This voice was one I’d never heard and I was sure of it because he had an English accent. His face was one I’d never seen either. He was older, college age and his icy blue eyes refused to lift from Joey.

“Mind your own business,” Joey said. “I’m trying to talk to my friend.”

“It doesn’t look like she wants to talk,” the guy replied. “And it doesn’t look like she’s your friend either.”

Joey’s grip grew tighter making me wince in pain. The mysterious guy stepped forward and the hold on me lightened until it was no longer there. He backed up and turned to me before leaving, “We’ll talk later.”

His words were sinister, keeping this nervous hold on me even after he was gone.

“Thank you,” I told my savior. “I really, really dislike him.”

“I’m Felix,” he said holding out a hand.

I reached for it to introduce myself but Joey’s fingerprints caused me to pull back. “I’m Chloe. I’m sorry, I should get back to my friends.”

He nodded his head as I left, I swear he watched me until I was back with Blair and Lane. My heart was racing. I wasn’t sure if it was because of my confrontation with Joey or the fact that I spoke to another guy and felt somewhat attracted to him. I needed to go, I needed to get away from that party, away from the guy who had introduced himself as Felix. Because it was one thing for me to hang out with my friends and have fun, that I had convinced myself was okay, but to have my heart throb at the sight of someone other than Hunter. I couldn’t do that.

“Can we leave please,” I asked Lane.

She nodded her head and dug into her purse for the keys to the car. “Are you okay?”

Taking a deep breath, I said, “I will be once we’re away from here.”

In the car, I sat in the back seat. I didn’t want to be in the front, I wanted to be alone. As much as I tried not to, I couldn’t think of anything but the way that Felix had stuck up for me when he didn’t even know who I was. Not many people would do that, especially if they knew who Joey was, what he could do to a person he didn’t like or was jealous of. He loved to ruin lives. I should know, he tried to ruin mine.

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