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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6. One Year Ago & A Jealous Friend

 

“I’ll bet you twenty dollars that she throws up by the end of the night,” Joey Grazic whispered in my ear.

                I almost gagged from smelling the alcohol on his breath. “She’ll be fine.”

                It was the first time that I was able to coax Lane out of her bedroom when she was supposed to be asleep. She played everything safe, always by the books. Her parents were strict and I needed to break whatever hold they had on her before she ended up a forty year old virgin. In no way was I promoting her to become a walking STD but I wanted her to live a little, have some fun because you only live once.

                “Are you going to hold her hair back for her,” he asked. “Because that might be hot.”

                My stomach turned. The only reason I bothered dealing with his shit was because he was Hunter’s best friend. Otherwise, my fist would have connected with his face by now. “Do you know where Hunter is?”

                He rolled his eyes annoyed that I wasn’t interested in a conversation with him. “Haven’t seen him around. What? I’m not good enough for you?”

                I laughed. “You’re not. Not even close.”

                Joey’s hand wrapped around my wrist. “You’re going to regret saying that.”

                “What's going on,” Hunter said walking up to us.

His eyes set on Joey, they were hard and unforgiving and Joey saw that right away. In a second, I was released from Joey’s hold. My body pushed back and into Hunter wanting comfort. My heart slowed when he wrapped an arm around my waist.

“Just having a friendly chat.”

Hunter leaned forward. “If you are ever that friendly again, I will rearrange your face.”

Joey sucked his cheeks in but said nothing. He was embarrassed, not only for being threatened but also because I turned him down. He walked away shaking his head in the process.

“Why are you friends with that creep,” I asked Hunter. “You’re so much better than he is?”

Hunter looked at the back of his friend. “He used to not be like that. He used to be a chill guy. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

I knew exactly what had gotten into him. He was jealous. Childhood relationships are usually doomed as soon as they start but Hunter and I had been together for four years and we were still going strong. Joey was jealous that he was losing his best friend, angry even. Not to mention that over the years I had heard on numerous occasions that Joey had a crush on me. But a crush versus what Hunter and I had? It was no comparison.

“Can we leave now,” Lane asked clasping her hands together tightly.

“What’s wrong,” I asked her turning my attention from Hunter.

“I don’t know, I just want to leave. I heard that the party was going to get busted.”

I laughed. “What? From who?”

She waved her hand around in the air. “Just around. Circulating throughout the party. I can’t get caught.”

Hunter stepped forward. “She’ll sing like a canary.”

His tease wasn’t malicious and Lane even laughed at it, but she still seemed concerned. “If my parents found out…”

I nodded my head. “I know. Let’s find Blair and get the hell out of here.”

 We weaved our way through the sea of bodies. The house was big but didn’t seem like it at the time because of all the people. Morgan, the girl whose house we were at, wasn’t worried about getting caught unlike Lane. Her parent shad the town wrapped around their fingers. It was highly annoying but not so annoying I would miss one of her parties.

“Leaving so soon,” Morgan asked at the base of the steps.

Lane glanced over at me worried that I was going to embarrass her. Hunter spoke before I could.

“We’re going to go to the movies,” he lied. “Thanks for the invite.”

Morgan seemed disappointed. Through the same grapevine that I heard about Joey crushing on me, I’d also heard that Morgan had a thing for Hunter, which wasn’t surprising considering how perfect he was. But she had one thing on me that never in a million years I would be able to take from her – nor would I want to. Morgan was the captain of the cheerleading team meaning that she saw Hunter, a lot. And I never thought that he would cheat on me because that wasn’t the type of person that he was but there was always that “What if?” that got in the way.

Hunter reached for my hand and we continued searching for Blair. She was on a couch making out with some kid I’d never seen before in my life. He definitely didn’t go to our school.

“I’ll get my own ride,” she said to us, lipstick smeared all over her face.

I shook my head. “No. We brought you here, you’re leaving with us.”

She was about to protest (wasn’t as effective through her alcohol induced slurring) but Hunter dropped down and picked her up over his shoulder. Blair kicked and kicked, her long black hair covering her face, but Hunter had a good grip and walked right out of the door with her.

We were down the street with one nervous girl and one pouty girl sitting in the back seat when lights started flashing behind us and a bunch of sirens could be heard. It was too far back for a cop to be pulling us over and when we looked back, we saw that there were at least three cop cars stopped in front of Morgan’s house.

“Looks like we left just in time,” I said.

Lane let out a deep, relieved breath.

Hunter smiled at me. “Like a canary.”

 

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