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“Hey, watch it nerd.” Greg Weathers rammed his shoulder into my arm, knocking the books from my hands.
“God, he’s such a jerk.” My narrowed eyes followed him down the hallway.
“Here, let me help you.” Stephen shoved his glasses up his nose and bent to get my textbooks.
“Some days, I just wish everyone would disappear,” I said with a frown.
Stephen tweaked a strand of my blonde hair. “Everyone?”
Behind the oversized glasses, a pair of cobalt blue eyes stared back. His shaggy dark hair needed to be cut, but his perfect smile made my heartbeat slug my chest like a boxer pummeling a punching bag.
“Everyone, but you.”
His hand brushed mine as he gave me back my things, a flare of heat shot up my arm. “Do you mean that, Serena?” he whispered.
My gaze flicked to Greg Weathers, who stood propped against his locker with Lindsay Decker pressed against him. Hard to believe he and I dated over the summer. Now he made my life a living hell, all because I wouldn’t do it in his parents’ boat. I was supposed to be popular. But Greg wrecked me. And every day, I had to come to this crap hole called school, only to endure the stupid rumors he spread.
“Serena?” Stephen said, nudging my shoulder with his.
“Yeah, I mean it. I wish you and I were the only people left on earth.”
With a yawn, I rolled out of bed. The sun streamed through my window like a large Broadway spotlight. It warmed my skin, and I smiled. Quick shower. Breakfast. Then off to hell, or school as Mom and Dad like to call it.
Silence stretched throughout the house, and I glanced at my clock. Almost 10:00 pm. Crap. I whipped the door of my room open. The battery must’ve died. But why hadn’t my parents or little brother got me up?
“Mom. Dad?” I hollered, making my way through the house. When I got to the kitchen, they weren’t there. In fact, last night’s dishes were still in the sink. The coffee pot was off, which made no sense since my parents practically needed IVs of caffeine to get around in the mornings.
This had to be some kind of joke. I hurried to my parents’ bedroom. On top of their bed, rumpled, were their clothes. Laid out like they’d disappeared right out of them.
I backed out of the room then ventured into my brother Caleb’s. He wasn’t there. Only a pair of pajamas lay in his spot, still covered beneath the blankets. Panic clutched tight to my throat, constricting it until I couldn’t breathe.
This wasn’t happening. No. Flipping. Way. I’m dreaming, I repeated several times. My legs trembled beneath me as I made my way to the front of the house. I jerked the outside door open and stepped onto the porch.
Dew clung to the grass like tears as I looked around in horror. There were no cars driving in the street. No kids at bus stops. There weren’t even any birds or animals about.
I stepped from the porch, cool cement kissed the bottoms of my feet. Piles of clothes littered two driveways of my neighbors.
“Hello?” I yelled. No one answered.
God, what happened? Maybe Armageddon? Then why am I still alive?
I turned to go back inside, when I heard someone call my name.
He covered the distance between us in several strides, and clutched me to his chest. Gone were his glasses, his feigned nerdiness. In his place stood a tall, confident guy.
“What’s going on?” My voice squeaked.
“You made the wish, Serena. And I granted it.” He pulled back, his eyes held me in place.
“You said you wished that we were the only people left on earth. So I granted it for you. My love.”
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