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Finally we rested at the foot of a tree by the stream. The water was cold but not frozen. It babbled so calmly that it was like the soothing sounds Dr. Meadows had playing in her store. It was wonderful to experience the sight of the flowing water in addition to the relaxing sounds of the stream.
Brandon pulled me to him. “Everything is so peaceful here,” he said.
“I know. I wish we could stay forever.”
“Let’s,” he said dreamily. “We’ll set up a tent back here.”
“And we’ll live in it together.”
“We’ll make our own food and walk together during the day.”
“We’d never get bored,” I said.
“I don’t think so, either. There would be so much to do. You could write your stories.”
“And in the winter we could find a frozen pond where you could play hockey.”
“We could be nature-schooled,” he joked.
“Doesn’t that sound awesome?” I said, resting my head on his leg.
Brandon fingered my hair, and I cozied up against him. Soon we were lost in each other’s lips.
“I am really happy I came here,” he said.
“To this stream?” I asked, dizzy from his kisses.
“No, to Legend’s Run.”
“Even with all its complications?”
“Well, I could do without some,” he teased, “but yes, even with those.”
“So you don’t miss Miller’s Glen?” I asked. “Not even a little bit? I can’t imagine leaving my home and my friends.”
“Yeah, I miss my friends. I was planning on going back for a visit, but I don’t think so now—not with the whole moon-changing events.”
“So you can’t go back?”
“Not with an impending full moon.”
I was relieved that he wasn’t planning on leaving town anytime soon. But I also felt lonely for him—I was his only friend in Legend’s Run. It only made me hug and kiss him more.
“Besides,” he said, staring at me. “Nothing would take me away from you now. Not ever.”
SIX
wolf calls
A t school on Monday after the party fiasco, I found I was the subject of whispers and mumbling in the school hallways. Though Ivy and Abby were gossips and giggles as usual, Nash, his crew, and other students took Brandon’s showing up to the party and leaving early—with me—as even more of a reason to isolate him. And my leaving with Brandon didn’t go unnoticed by the other members of the once-happy sixsome.
I figured Nash wouldn’t tell our friends that my reason for taking Brandon home had as much to do with my romantic feelings for him as it did my tendency to help out the underdog. Understandably, Nash wouldn’t want to admit to our group that I was interested in anyone besides him.
As I met Ivy and Abby and pulled my books from my locker, I noticed students laughing and pointing when they walked by a locker at the end of the first-floor corridor.
“What’s up with that?” I asked Ivy and Abby.
“Don’t know,” Ivy said, almost salivating with interest. “Let’s check it out.”
We approached the small crowd and noticed it was Brandon’s locker they were pointing to. It had the word WOLFMAN painted on it.
My heart sank. “This is awful!” I said.
“They aren’t even original,” Ivy added.
“Do you think Nash did this?” I asked.
“I don’t think so . . . but let’s ask him,” Abby said. She stormed over to him and I followed closely.
Nash was standing by Heidi Rosen, and that made me even madder. If he was really so anxious to be with me again, he had a strange way of showing it.
I scooted past Abby and pushed my way between Nash and Heidi.
“Did you do that?” I asked him, point-blank.
“Do what?”
“Paint Brandon’s locker.”
“No. Why, does it need painting?”
“It does now.” I was fuming.
Just then a crowd began to gather around us, not only Ivy and Abby but Jake and Dylan and a few more nosy members of the student body.
“If you didn’t do this, then who did?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Who am I, Sherlock Holmes?”
Heidi laughed an
Finally we rested at the foot of a tree by the stream. The water was cold but not frozen. It babbled so calmly that it was like the soothing sounds Dr. Meadows had playing in her store. It was wonderful to experience the sight of the flowing water in addition to the relaxing sounds of the stream.
Brandon pulled me to him. “Everything is so peaceful here,” he said.
“I know. I wish we could stay forever.”
“Let’s,” he said dreamily. “We’ll set up a tent back here.”
“And we’ll live in it together.”
“We’ll make our own food and walk together during the day.”
“We’d never get bored,” I said.
“I don’t think so, either. There would be so much to do. You could write your stories.”
“And in the winter we could find a frozen pond where you could play hockey.”
“We could be nature-schooled,” he joked.
“Doesn’t that sound awesome?” I said, resting my head on his leg.
Brandon fingered my hair, and I cozied up against him. Soon we were lost in each other’s lips.
“I am really happy I came here,” he said.
“To this stream?” I asked, dizzy from his kisses.
“No, to Legend’s Run.”
“Even with all its complications?”
“Well, I could do without some,” he teased, “but yes, even with those.”
“So you don’t miss Miller’s Glen?” I asked. “Not even a little bit? I can’t imagine leaving my home and my friends.”
“Yeah, I miss my friends. I was planning on going back for a visit, but I don’t think so now—not with the whole moon-changing events.”
“So you can’t go back?”
“Not with an impending full moon.”
I was relieved that he wasn’t planning on leaving town anytime soon. But I also felt lonely for him—I was his only friend in Legend’s Run. It only made me hug and kiss him more.
“Besides,” he said, staring at me. “Nothing would take me away from you now. Not ever.”
SIX
wolf calls
A t school on Monday after the party fiasco, I found I was the subject of whispers and mumbling in the school hallways. Though Ivy and Abby were gossips and giggles as usual, Nash, his crew, and other students took Brandon’s showing up to the party and leaving early—with me—as even more of a reason to isolate him. And my leaving with Brandon didn’t go unnoticed by the other members of the once-happy sixsome.
I figured Nash wouldn’t tell our friends that my reason for taking Brandon home had as much to do with my romantic feelings for him as it did my tendency to help out the underdog. Understandably, Nash wouldn’t want to admit to our group that I was interested in anyone besides him.
As I met Ivy and Abby and pulled my books from my locker, I noticed students laughing and pointing when they walked by a locker at the end of the first-floor corridor.
“What’s up with that?” I asked Ivy and Abby.
“Don’t know,” Ivy said, almost salivating with interest. “Let’s check it out.”
We approached the small crowd and noticed it was Brandon’s locker they were pointing to. It had the word WOLFMAN painted on it.
My heart sank. “This is awful!” I said.
“They aren’t even original,” Ivy added.
“Do you think Nash did this?” I asked.
“I don’t think so . . . but let’s ask him,” Abby said. She stormed over to him and I followed closely.
Nash was standing by Heidi Rosen, and that made me even madder. If he was really so anxious to be with me again, he had a strange way of showing it.
I scooted past Abby and pushed my way between Nash and Heidi.
“Did you do that?” I asked him, point-blank.
“Do what?”
“Paint Brandon’s locker.”
“No. Why, does it need painting?”
“It does now.” I was fuming.
Just then a crowd began to gather around us, not only Ivy and Abby but Jake and Dylan and a few more nosy members of the student body.
“If you didn’t do this, then who did?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Who am I, Sherlock Holmes?”
Heidi laughed an
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