My Wish for You Read Free

It’s just I don’t want to go home, and I’m not going
to call Tasha.”
    “Why not?” I
blurted out. Weren’t boyfriends supposed to want to be with their girlfriends? Maybe
they’re worse off than I thought . My heart started to pump faster at that
thought. I really needed to calm down.
    “She always says
that I want to go out too much, which isn’t true; she just wants to do what she wants.” he explained. “So, I probably won’t see her for a while. That’s usually
how it goes. It’s probably what she wants anyway.”
    He sounded
bitter.
    “Okay then. So,
what do you want to do?” I asked him.
    “Movies?” he
grinned.

Chapter Three
     
    He just asked
me to the movies! Oh my God ! I couldn’t believe it! I had waited for this
day all my life. I never thought it would happen…if I could only keep my cool.
    “Sure,” I
managed to stammer out—so much for my cool. “Just let me get ready.”
    “Okay, I’ll just
check the movie times,” he told me as he walked into Brian’s room.
    I stumbled into
the garage and started looking through the clean clothes. I knew they had to be
there somewhere. Finally, I found my black skinny jeans and my pink cotton tank
top at the back of my second rack of clothes, then ran up the stairs…living in
a mansion could be a big hassle sometimes. Taking the marble stairs two at a
time, I rushed into my bathroom to change.
    I was trying to
keep my emotions under control as I did my make-up. Slowly and carefully, I
applied the smooth eye shadow and eyeliner. My hands were shaking as I put on
my mascara. I took a deep breath.
    As I put the
finishing touches on my eyes, I started to calm down. I took one last look at
myself before I walked out of the bathroom. Everything seemed to look right.
Every long black hair on my head seemed to be in place, which was unusual since
it was really curly. My eye shadow made my eyes look my favorite shade of gray.
I shook my head and took a deep breath, walked down the hall, and opened the
door to Brian’s room.
    “Ready?” I asked
Sean.
    “Yeah, the movie
starts at nine,” he replied with an awed look on his face.
    We almost got
out of the door before my parents called us.
    “Samantha, we
need to talk to you,” my dad said.
    I looked at
Sean. “This will only take a second, hopefully. Yeah, what’s up?” I said as I walked
into the dining room.
    “Where are you
going?”
    “Sean and I are
going to the movies,” I sighed at him, rolling my eyes.
    “He has a
girlfriend, Samantha,” my mom said.
    “I know. We’re
just going to the movies,” I started to raise my voice, getting defensive. Was
I not allowed to go out with a friend?
    “Okay, okay,
just don’t wake up anyone when you come in,” she warned me.
    I turned and
walked up to Sean. My expression must have said, “Let’s get out of here before
I explode!” because he just turned and headed out of the house. We walked out
to his lifted navy blue Tacoma. For my five-foot-three body, getting into it
was a lot harder than he made it look. My uneasy balance didn’t help a whole
lot either. So, when I tried to get into the truck, I ended up falling on my
butt. Before I even realized what had happened, Sean was right in front of me,
laughing like a hyena.
    “I guess I
should have warned you about how high up it is,” he snickered.
    “Yeah, you
should have,” I mumbled, dusting myself off.
    “Let me help you
up,” he offered, stretching his hand out to help me up. Grudgingly, I took it.
    Before I could
protest, he picked me up and put me in the truck. I just sat there in silence
as he walked around to his side and opened his door. I stared at him
incredulously as he hopped up with no trouble at all. He started the truck and
turned to me.
    “You need to put
your seatbelt on, Sam.”
    I put my
seatbelt on without a word. The radio was off and an awkward silence washed
over us. We were almost to the theater when I realized I didn’t even know what
we were going to