WISH BE GONE PART 3
by Marisssa Moncayo
Juliana glowered from the other end of the
rope. The assembly had gathered outside for Spirit Day. Most students looked forward to a whole day of activity and no classes. It was usu- ally a time to be with your friends and have fun. For Saralie, it wasn’t shaping up to be any fun. Julianna just happened to be on the blue team and Saralie on the red. They both marched to the front of the line, hovering over a mud pit. “I can’t believe you.” Juliana huffed. “Boy
stealer.” “I didn’t steal anybody.” Saralie shrugged, her
eyes big and wide. “It’s not even official.” “Oh it’s official all right. You can’t just walk
around holding hands, go to Stu’s together, hang out and say you’re not. You totally love him and you have him wrapped around your little finger. He used to talk to me. Now he doesn’t even notice anybody else.” “You know it’s only been a couple days and
that’s so not true, he notices Ryder…” Saralie jabbed. “Just because…” The whistle blew and the rope slid a few
inches through Saralie’s fingers quickly. The rest of her team hurried to recover, pulling it back. “You didn’t get the boy for once…” she con-
tinued. Juliana scoffed. “He was mine…you stole
him!” She yelled, pulling with her manicured fingers. Saralie felt the burn and knew her team was failing miserably. “I can’t control who he likes.” “Yes you can. Do you even know him?” Juli-
ana blew through clenched teeth. Saralie thought hard as she pulled back. They
had gone to Stu’s to drink milkshakes. She didn’t even like milkshakes, but she had pretended as he excitedly ordered for them. She knew Brad- ley liked football, was in her math class, and was drop dead gorgeous. “I have time…” Saralie whispered. “What? You want more time? What about me,
your best friend? You knew… he’s all I’ve talked about for weeks.” “He liked me Jules. ME!” Saralie emphasized. She had wished for her dream guy. She had made the effort to wait under the elm tree, and
he was her wish come to life. She couldn’t undo that, even if she wanted; it was 100 percent going to come true. “Well he can have you!” Juliana’s team pulled and before Saralie knew it, her face was covered in mud.
“Want some help?” Came the same deep,
raspy voice she had come to know so well in such short time. Saralie turned. Ryder held up the hose in his hand innocently. She had avoid- ed him the last few days. She couldn’t control how her body felt frozen on a ledge whenever he was near. She didn’t want to topple; she was too afraid to find out what lay at the bottom. “Please,” Saralie breathed out hesitantly. “Be careful what you ask for,” he smirked, sud-
denly spraying her whole body without letting up.
“Hey, wait,” she squirmed towards him, as he
continued to jump around her. She gurgled, gasping as she came close, grabbing hold of the hose. She laughed and squealed. His thin lips spread upward, and he let out a laugh, a deep, literal ‘ha ha.’ Her hand slid against the hose’s slick exterior clashing against his, their arms grazing across each other. Ryder instantly let go, raising his arms in defense, backing up. “Who’s got control now?” She bit on her tongue, her legs sturdy and in stance ready to attack. “You wouldn’t…” Ryder swooped his hair
back. “You ruined mine, I ruin yours.” She nodded
towards his hair and started to spray, chasing him across the lawn. She didn’t notice that the line had run out of slack until she was on her back once again on the ground. “You must like it down there,” Ryder said as
he hovered over her, his foot on the hose. He reached his hand down and she gratefully accepted it. “What is going on?” Bradley asked as he
turned the corner. Saralie turned to Ryder, whose eyes were dancing mischievously, and they both nodded. “No, no, no!” Bradley yelled as Ryder passed
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