When Trouble Meets Trouble - S01 E03

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When Trouble Meets Trouble - S01 E03

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“He’s a football player,” I explained.

“That explains absolutely nothing. You don’t have to

look like a rock to be a football player,” he replied,

watching as Jeffrey entered the cafeteria. “I wonder if

Patrick Star lives under him.”

“You also don’t have to be a wimp,” I snorted,

looking at Jonah. I ignored his remark about

Spongebob Squarepants. How old is this kid? Seven?

“Who are you talking about?” he asked, looking

around him.

“You, your arms are spaghetti,” I told him and he

rolled his eyes.

“I am not. I go to the gym 6 times a week,” he

replied and I shook my head, rolling my eyes.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I responded on instinct.

“You want to see me sweating and shirtless?” he

asked, eyebrows furrowed together.

“I see naked spaghetti boil all the time,” I replied and

he smirked even wider.

“You want to see me naked and in a hot tub?” he

asked as his eyebrows shot up.

“No, that’s disgusting,” I shuddered. He smirked

before frowning.

“So when are you going to give me a real phone

number?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That was a real phone number- my brother’s,” I

told him and he nodded.

“Your brother has a colorful vocabulary; I don’t think

he likes me much,” he bit his lip. I just shrugged.

“He was probably just cranky,” I suggested.

“At 10 at night?” he raised an eyebrow.

“He goes to college and work, so he has to go to

sleep early and wake up early,” I replied, biting into

my apple.

“He’s not going to beat me up for talking to you,

right?” he asked, one eyebrow higher than the other.

“No, but no promises with me,” I told him.

“You’re going to beat me up?” he snorted.

“You’d be surprised,” I told him. He shook his head,

a smile on his lips.

“You’re so beautiful that you give the sun a reason to

shine,” he sighed.

“The sun isn’t out,” I glared at him and he smirked.

“Exactly,” he rejoined. I kicked him under the table.

He groaned as I stood up and walked into the

cafeteria, tossing my trash into the nearest can. I

began walking towards the exit when I saw Jonah

walking in, his books under his arm. He smirked at

me, something he seems to do very often.

“Jeffrey Shaw!” I called out and the guy looked at me,

confusion clear on his face. “He said you’re a walking

rock who takes steroids!” I called out whilst pointing

in Jonah’s direction and Jeffrey turned to look at the

new boy who was now walking towards me at an

alarming speed.

“I don’t take steroids!” Jeffrey called, starting to run

after Jonah. I’m guessing that’s something the jock

gets often.

“Help!” Jonah nearly screeched, grabbing my arm as

he ran past me.

Okay, so maybe my plan backfired.

Okay, it did backfire.

A steroid obsessed senior is now chasing me and

Jonah through the hallways. In the words of

Jonah: help.