Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4
“Run!” the word escaped my mouth without a trace
of hesitation. I looked back to see Shaw chasing after
us with two other football players on our heels.
“I’m not stupid!” Jonah snapped back, his grip on my
arm digging into my skin so hard that it hurt.
“I beg to differ!” I retorted, trying to keep up with the
guy. If it isn’t obvious, I’m not physically fit. This
guy, on the other hand, was like an Olympic runner
or a zombie from Dawn of the Dead, same thing.
“You’re the one that told him what I said!” Jonah told
me, looking back over his shoulder as the loud
footsteps came closer.
“You’re the one who started dragging me! I wouldn’t
be in this mess if it weren’t for you!” I ranted,
We halted to a stop, or at least Jonah did and I came
smashing into his hard back. I peeked out from
behind him to see a football player nearing us with a
malicious grin on his face. When he saw me, his
“Savannah Harp?” he asked, shock clear in his voice.
The football players may or may not like me. I’m
leaning towards the latter. It all goes back to a prank I
pulled on them when I first earned my reputation,
which was around mid-sophomore year. I put
itching powder all over their new uniforms right
before a big game. I put dish soap in their water
coolers and I put freshly chewed gum in their
helmets. We lost that game.
“The one and only,” I replied sheepishly. His glare
deepened while his pace quickened. “Hey, look! Free
footballs!” I shouted, pointing over his shoulder.
Surprisingly, he looked and I pushed Jonah to run
into the corridor to the right of us. The hallway was
dark and it was used for music classrooms and
storing unused instruments. I heard the jock swear
and start after us into the pitch black hallway.
“In here!” I hissed, yanking Jonah, whose hand was
still locked around my wrist, into a large supply
closet. I quietly closed the door.
My lungs were on fire and so were my legs. I walked
towards the corner of the room and leaned over, my
hands on my knees. “You’re such an idiot!” I hissed
once I heard the three jock’s footsteps pass by.
“Me? How?” he replied instantly. It was like he was
“You’re the one who wants to grab onto me and go
all Speedy Gonzales off into the hallways. I don’t
run!” I exclaimed, swinging my hand at my last
sentence even though he couldn’t see me.
“How should I know that?” he hissed.
“Exactly, you shouldn’t know that, now shove off
before you get me into even more trouble,” I
snapped, ready to leave the closet.
When my hand reached for the door, I was yanked
back. “Get off of me, you creep!” I started to shout.
“Shut up!” he hissed, placing his large hand over my
mouth. I was going to go as far as to bite his palm
and kick him where no boy should be kicked until I
“They’re not there?” Shaw’s voice entered my
hearing and I instantly cringed, pushing Jonah’s hand
away from my face.
“No, we checked every classroom,” a winded voice
replied. How did a football player get winded from
running a 60 foot hallway?
“Somebody needs to shed a few pounds,” I
whispered to no one in particular as we listened to
them. Jonah snorted but shushed me.
“Did you check the supply closets?” Shaw
responded, obviously he was annoyed. The guys
stayed quiet for a minute. “How did you guys not
check the supply closets?”