My Wishful Thinking by Shel Delisle

Author:Shel Delisle [Delisle, Shel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: kindle owners lending library, paranormal romantic comedy for teen girls, genie or jinn or djinn, bargain book for teen girls, chick-lit for teens
ISBN: 9781480029002
Goodreads: 16060817
Publisher: Something Else Publishing
Published: 2012-10-19T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 22

ONCE JEREMY IS FINISHED EATING AGAIN, he heads out for Victoria Falls, a super-slide at the other end of the park.

Em doesn’t bring up the SAT wish again but simply asks, “What’s on your list, Logan?”

Sadly, my paper has more scribbles than wishes. Things like, make my mom normal or bring back my dad were written hastily then crossed out. I clutch the list. “It’s pretty lame. I didn’t come up with much.”

Em reaches over and slides the list from between my fingers, laying it on the table, smoothing it.

“What’s this revenge wish?” she asks me. “Sasha?”

I nod.

She looks up at me; her eyes are soft with sadness or pity, and because I’d prefer to avoid both, I don’t flinch. Don’t breathe a word.

“I don’t really blame you for wanting it, but maybe we could find something that will make you happier.” Em looks back to the list. “What about this one that’s starred? A date with my crush. Who are you crushing on, Lo?”

I hesitate because the answer seems kooky. Finally I say, “Dawson,” because it’s the easiest thing to say.

“Riiight,” she replies skeptically.

But the thing is, she wants a date with Nigel, who just then gives her a little wave as he gets down from the lifeguard stand.

“I swear, Lo, he’s the perfect package.”

I’m peeking over her shoulder as he heads into the cabana to change. I snort. “How do you know his package is perfect? You’ve never seen it.”

Em giggles. “I didn’t say, I did not say‌—‌” she practically has the hiccups and giggles keep bursting out. Finally, composure. “His package.”

Eugene stetches out on the lounge chair, putting his hands behind his head, elbows out. He smirks at us. “I do not understand package.”

But he does. He gets exactly what we were saying, and in a way that’s funnier than when he didn’t. I crack up, making a shame-shame motion at him, and then at Em, and then at myself for bringing up packages to begin with. I scoot over to Eugene, shifting his feet to the side so that I can ease onto the end of his chair. We could probably use his genie expertise right about now. I lean into him and follow his protocol while adding a flirt, “Should we make this wish, my Eu-genie?”

“May I make sure I understand what you are considering?” He’s grinning.

“Sure.” I tease, my face inches from his. But even though we’re playing around, I don’t want him to talk us out of this wish. Even if I know hearing what my personal genie thinks would be a good‌—‌or, to use an SAT word, a prudent‌—‌thing to do.

Eugene smiles in his wide, goofy way. “You would like a date with the skeezy pizza boy, Dawson‌—‌”

“He’s not skeezy!” I fake protest.

“‌—‌and Em would like a date with package boy, Nigel.” His smile transforms into the mischievous one he showed me last night. “They are your crushes.”

“Well, Em’s is a major crush, if we need to be specific. She’s been fixated on Nigel for four years.

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