Page 69 of The Wreckage of Us


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“Ever since you, I’m starting to a little more each day.”

She handed me a coin. “Then make a wish. Make it a good one. I’ve heard about this wishing well. How people have wished for money and babies and marriage. Then all of their wishes come true.”

I went to toss the coin into the well, and Hazel leaped in front of me. “Wait, Ian! You can’t just toss it in. You have to take your time and make sure your wish is clear as day. You only get one shot at getting the wording right. Make your wish count.”

I gave her a sloppy smirk and flung my coin into the well.

She frowned and held her coin close to her heart, closed her eyes, and tilted her head up to the moon. It was a crescent moon. If you had asked me months ago if I knew the difference between a full moon, new moon, and crescent moon—both waxing and waning—I would’ve called you crazy.

But that was the type of crap I knew now, all because of Hazel and her intriguing mind.

She brought the coin to her lips before opening her eyes and tossing the coin into the well and then swung around on her heels to face me. “I bet my wish comes true before yours, since I took my time with it.”

“What did you wish for?”

“You can’t tell people your wish, otherwise it voids it out.” She narrowed her eyes. “What did you wish for?”

“Oh no. You’re not screwing up my wish.”

Once we reached the swings, we didn’t talk much. Hazel would look up to the stars with such wonderment in her stare. Sometimes she’d close her eyes, and I swore she was making more wishes.

“You hear that song, Ian?” she asked, swaying back and forth on her tire.

“Yeah, I hear it.”

“It’s one of my favorites.”

“Oh? What is it?”

She shrugged. “Don’t know, but I can tell it’s going to be a favorite from the beat.”

I laughed. “You’re weird sometimes.”

“I’m always weird.” All of a sudden Hazel leaped up from her seat and held her hand out toward me. “Come dance with me.”

“What? No. It’s a slow song. I don’t dance to slow songs.”

“Do you dance to fast songs?”

I paused. “Well, no.”

“Ian Parker, if you don’t get off your tailbone and dance with me, then I swear I’ll tell everyone you were the one who set Big Paw’s mailbox on fire.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t dare.”

She pushed her tongue in her cheek and placed her hands on her hips. “Try me.”

“That goes against the wolf pack rules.”

“Luckily I’m not a part of the wolf pack.”

I laughed. “After these past few months, I think you’re more a part of the wolf pack than I am. You wouldn’t really tell Big Paw.”

“You want to bet on it?”

I narrowed my eyes at her, and she narrowed hers right back.

She’s bluffing.

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