When Trouble Meets Trouble - S01 E01

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When Trouble Meets Trouble - S01 E01

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The classroom was quiet as Mr. Gonzales walked

around collecting our reports. I managed to do my

report last night; I was up until 3 in the morning. The

teacher made his way to my desk in the last row; I

sat alone by choice. “Ms. Harp?” he spoke as he

looked at me.

His voice was questioning as he saw my neatly

typed paper in the corner of my desk. Grinning, I

picked it up and placed it into his hands, on top of the

other papers. “Here you go, Mr. Gonzales.”

It wasn’t often that I didn’t do my work; I do it, I just

don’t hand it in on time. I did about eighty-five

percent of my homework and projects, and I

somehow manage to maintain a B+ average. A few

gasps sounded throughout the classroom and I gave

them flat looks. Can they be any more dramatic?

Mr. Gonzales continued teaching and a few moments

into his lesson, the door was opened slowly. “Mr.

Gonzales?” Where did I recognize his voice?

“Ah, Mr. Davis, come in. Take a seat,” Mr. Gonzales

greeted as he opened the door for the mystery guy.

The boy walked in and I instantly recognized him-

the guy from the library yesterday.

His eyes gazed over the classroom and I tried to

duck my head but I wasn’t fast enough. I heard girls

gasp at his appearance and the once quiet classroom

turned into a lunchroom, minus the food of course.

Mr. G would never allow food in his classroom, aside

from his own. The gasps grew louder as his feet

walked along the aisle. I couldn’t help but look up and

he noticed me. If I didn’t look up, he wouldn’t have

noticed me!

“Is this seat taken?” ‘Mr. Davis’ asked as he held the

back of the seat. I had the urge to say ‘yes’ and

watch in victory as he walked away defeated,

however, Francis Martin beat me to it. The idiot

turned around in his chair and gave a large grin.

“Nope and it never is, not like it’s surprising. Sitting

there is social suicide,” he snorted, laughing along

with his friends. Francis never was a big fan of me

and vice versa.

“Nobody likes you, Franny,” I hissed rather

childishly. He glared at me and gave me the one

finger salute. I rolled my eyes while Mr. Gonzales

practically had a near death experience. His hand

went to his heart and he stared at us.

“Mr. Martin! Ms. Harp! Another interruption and I’m

sending you both to detention for a week. That seat

happens to be available, Mr. Davis,” Mr. Gonzales

nodded at ‘Mr. Davis.’

‘Mr. Davis’ sat down with a smirk. He pulled the seat

from under the desk and flopped down comfortably.

His books sat on the table as he yanked his chair

closer to the desk and rested his head on his

entwined hands.

Mr. Gonzales got on with his lesson and I felt the

new boy’s eyes on me. “What?” I asked as I turned

to glare at him.

“You know, I didn’t catch your name yesterday,” he

replied, a sly smirk spreading across his lips.

“That’s because I didn’t toss it,” I bit back, watching

as Mr. G scribbled along the board; my eyes made

out a timeline. My glasses wouldn’t help in this case;

Mr. G happens to be a terrible artist.

“Well, can you toss it? I’m open,” I glowered at him

before rolling my eyes with a sigh.

“Savannah,” I announced. “What about you, Mr.

Davis?”

“Jonah,” he simply introduced.

The rest of the class went by smoothly aside from

the not-so-subtle elbowing or chair kicking on my

part; it serves him right for sitting beside me,

especially after his daring acts yesterday. When the

bell rang, I was up and nearly sprinting out of the

classroom before someone grabbed my shoulder,

causing me to jerk backwards. I ripped my arm out

of his grip, my face contorting into one of disgust.

“What?” I groaned.