Full Moon by Elaina H (i want to read a book txt) 📖

really, uh, happy that you helped me out, so she was wondering if you wanted to come to our movie night,” he speeds up, “there all scary, so all just tell her you said no, and yada, yada, yada.”

“Hey, wait, what if I want to go?” he looks at me.

“Really?”

“Duh!” I throw in there.

“You like scary movies? They’re not terrible, I guess, but I, just, didn’t expect,”

“You talk too much,” I tell him, “of course I’ll go! It’ll be fun scary movies and popcorn! I’ll just stop by and tell my mom. What time should I have her drive me over?”
“Oh, I always forget you can’t drive. Um, how about I just pick you up around 5:30; you can have dinner and movie at my house then. But beware, we all kind of eat like animals.”

“That’s okay, where’s Aaron?” I look around not seeing the tall dark headed boy.

“He had to stop by someplace, and check something out. He’ll be here after first period.”

“Okay, see you second hour!” Finn nodded and waved good-bye as he headed to English II.

I sat down next to Jordan when I got to Spanish, he just stared at me, “Are you going out with Finn?” he said his name like a disease.

“No, why would you think that?” he rolls his big green eyes.

“Hmm, I don’t know, Gwen, maybe because the two of you are attached at the hip!”

“Are not! We’re just friends,” I inform him.

He scoffs, “I’m sure that’s exactly what he thinks, Gwen. Be smart. You don’t even hang out with me anymore. I knew it was too good to be true when you said we could still be friends.”

“No! I could hang out with you any time!” he smiles.

“Fine, tonight. My parents are doing another Fair before people get bored of it. Do you want to come?” I cringe.

I stutter, “I’m sorry, Jordan. But I made plans with, um, uh,” he puts his hands up.

“I get it, Finn. No biggie. See you when you have time then,” Jordan doesn’t talk to me for the rest of class.

As I make my way to art class, I feel guilty and terrible. How on Earth could I do that to him? I just pushed him aside like it wasn’t a thing! Gosh, it makes me mad at myself.

I sit down and wait until the bell, where are they? Aaron and Finn aren’t showing up for second hour?

Believe it or not, Finn and Aaron don’t show up the rest of the day. When the bell rings, I beg my sister for a ride, telling her my punishment is over.

Instead, she laughs, and peels out of the parking lot.

I’m stuck walking all the way home in the heat, the blistering heat!

Anna and Alice are home, along with Mom and Dad. “Guys?” I shout once I’m inside the house.

“What took you so long? Is Finn out there I have a question about which Harley is better?” Dad comes down the stair, and see that I’m sweating and fuming.

“Uh, I should go, sweetheart,” slowly he back us the staircase.

“Yes, Dad, Finn ditched me, and I’m supposed to be going over to his house tonight for movies with his family. But, we’ll see how that goes!” I follow Dad up the staircase, except I turn and take a cold shower before I do my homework.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eight

At 5:45 I’ve decided that Finn is not coming. After throwing a temper tantrum, I go to the receiver and call Jordan.

He picks up, “Hello, this is Jordan.”

“I know it’s Jordan, I called!” he clicks his tongue.

“Woah there, a little testy? I think so, what the issue? Does it have to do with Finn?”

“Do you want to go to the fair still? I mean if you’re not going with somebody else?” On his end I hear him hop off his bed and drop the phone so he can put a shirt on. “Yea, that’s great! I’ll see you in ten minutes, Gwen.”

When I hang up, I know that I’ve made at least one person happy.

“Mom, Dad! I’m going out with Jordan! Remember the fair, we’re going there again!” both my parents come down the stairs.

“Okay, but we’re going to be gone until midnight or one o’ clock, though. Alice is going to a friend’s house, and Anna should be here.” Yeah right, I think. When would Anna ever stay here?

“Okay, I’ll be back around ninish or tenish. It won’t be too late, anyways.”

“That’s good, we’ll see you in the morning then!” Mom has on her fancy dancing dress and Dad his best suit.

“Have fun guys!” I kiss them both on the cheek, and wait by the window.

When Jordan pulls up, I head out to his car. “Ready?” he asks.

“Okay!” I say without thinking about it. He’s confused, but doesn’t ask.

“Let’s go ride the Scrambler and get some cotton candy. I’ll bet it’s the same girl,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Yea, except this time, you’re going to flirt back. I’m not saying shove your cleavage in her face, but…” Jordan laughs and turns the radio on.

We listen to one song from every station, even if we don’t like it, in order, starting with the ~Top 40!!!~.

Jordan sings to every song and I’m the beat. When we get to classical music we always boo. It’s totally obnoxious, but somehow, I miss it.

I miss Jordan, and his playfulness. When we take the familiar exit to the fair, we’re both laughing so hard that I’m afraid he’ll wreck us.

We enter the fair, planning on having an amazing time!

At 9:45, Jordan decides that you can only ride each ride three times before it get boring, so we head back to the car.

We decide to play the music game again, we play for the longest time, and before I know it, we’re right outside city limits.

I turn the radio down to thank Jordan, “I had so much fun, I needed that. Thank you, Jordan!” I smile big and cheesy.

“No problem, chika. Anything for you,” he looks to me and smiles sincerely.

I turn, shaking my head, and look at the road. I see a wolf limping across the road, “Watch out,” I scream.

Readying myself for impact, I hear our braked squeal, and I feel Jordan’s hand brace me.

The impact of hitting the wolf was amazing, our airbags ejected into our faces, and the minute they deflated Jordan ran to look at the injured animal.

After I caught my breath, and stepped out of the car. I looked at the wolf and as it struggled for each breath, I had more and more motivation to save it.

“Jordan, it’s shot,” I say as I examine the bulled wound in it’s shoulder. “Can we get it into the back of your trunk?”

He shakes his head, “I don’t know, Gwen. This is a wild animal it might bite us.”

“Come on! We have to try to save it,” without the help of Jordan, I lean down and wrap my arms around its upper body. “Come on,” I whisper to it, “you can walk. One step at a time, I’ll help you.” The wolf started to stand, but quickly toppled back over.

“Oh, Gwen!” Jordan groaned, “For goodness sake, you’re too stubborn!” Jordan wrapped his huge arms around the wolf and laid it in the truck. The wolf snarled at Jordan.

“Close it and get in!”

After I gently close the trunk, I walk around to the passenger side, “You do realize this is illegal, right?” Jordan says.

“I know. We’ll bring it to my house, and then you can go home. I promise!” Jordan mumbles to himself the rest of the drive.

When we pull into the driveway, I see all the lights are off. “Yes! Anna left,” I hop out of the car and open the trunk. “Come on puppy,” I whisper to it. “Shhh, we’re going to fix you all up, I promise.”

“You’re making a lot of promise’s, Gwen,” I glare at Jordan.

“Just help me get him inside, and then, you can go.” Jordan nods reluctantly, but helps me lift him inside and into the tub, so blood doesn’t get everywhere.

“Leave, okay? I’ll call you later tonight. I’ll let you know how he is.”

“No, I’m not leaving you alone with a wild animal!” he sighed, “I’m not stupid. If you want, I’ll sit in the kitchen and you can take car of him, but that’s as far as I’m going.”

“That’s fine, I guess. If someone saw us and sent the police, you could say the only thing you did was life him. You’ll tell them I drove, and all that stuff.”

“Whatever,” Jordan mutters and starts eating the cookies Mom left out.

I grab all the towels out of the closet; my dad’s hunting knife, alcohol, and my father’s pistol (just in case). “Shhh, you have to be still while I do this, okay.”

Just as I’m about to pour the alcohol on the wound the phone rings. “Don’t answer it!” I yell to Jordan.

I stand up, and grab the receiver myself, “Hello, Greene residents.”

“Hi,” says the woman on the other end, “I’m Mrs. Sherwood,” he voice is shaking, “is Finn there?”

My breath hitches in my throat, “God, no! Is he alright?” I feel like an idiot for not thinking about this.

“I’m not sure, we’re looking for him now, but,” her voice wavers.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes to help you out, okay?”

“No! You can’t come, just let us know if you hear from him okay? It’s very important, thank you,” with that, she hangs up the phone.

I’m sick to my stomach, I feel so guilty. “I need to fix this wolf, Jordan.”

“Okay, go fix him. I’ll hold down the fort,” I nod and walk back to the bathroom.

Steam from the tub has filled that bathroom, and made it a little steamy. I brush some away, and there, in my bathroom, is a guy.

I scream bloody murder, but the guy covers my mouth with his hand, and pushes his finger to his lips, “Finn?” I ask.

“Stay quiet, and get Jordan out of here, now,” I nod like a zombie, and look into the kitchen.

“Are you alright? I have 911 dialed I just have to press call.”

“I’m fine, he died though,” I fake a tear. “Can you please leave?”

“I’ll help you burry him, and then I’ll leave, I promise,” he stands up.

I growl meanly this time, “Jordan, I can do it by myself, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jordan glares at me.

“God! Gwen, are you bipolar?” he grabs his jacket and stalks out of the house.

I return to the bathroom, where the steam has receded. “Gwen, I need you to be calm, okay? Listen to me, you’re alright.”

My mind is going a mile a minute, until, it just stops, “You were shot.”

“Yea, I know, but listen,” I cut him off.

“You were shot.” I say raising my voice a little.

He sighs, “I know, Gwen, but listen,” again, I stop him.

“You were shot!” I’m breathing fast and heavy now. “Oh my God! What if I didn’t pick you up, would you have died? Your mom called asking if you were here. I said no?”

“It’s alright, come here,” Finn is sitting on the side of the tub in only a towel.

I’m still grasping for anything, “No, you need clothes,” I tell him.

“You’re right,” he laughs, “I do need clothes.”

Again, I leave the bathroom and enter my parent’s room. I pull out my dad’s old plaid shirt and sweatpants; he can live without underwear.

“Here!” I shove them into the bathroom. “Change!” I walk into the living room, somehow, and I turn on the TV. “Why did I turn the TV on?” I say aloud.

Finn walks out of the bathroom, dressed in clothes not his own. He looks out of place.

“Gwen, will you talk to me now?” I shake my head yes, “say it,” he warns.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He nods, “Are you going to be okay?”

“I think so,” I tell him.

“Good, that’s good. I’m sorry I stood you up tonight,” I look at him like what the heck are you talking about.

“You were shot and you’re apologizing to me? You’re an