Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9
“No, I think I got it covered,” I told him with a smirk.
He furrowed his eyebrows and wrinkled his nose.
“Do you like this guy?” he asked.
I scoffed at the question while shaking my head. “No,
not at all; he’s a new student and he follows me
around. He’s aggravating,” I explained.
“Just like you,” my brother snorted, a smile on his
lips. He started retreating back to his room. “If he
calls me again, I’m giving him your number.”
“No, you’re not!” I snapped, desperation in my voice.
“Tell him to try me,” my brother turned in his
doorway with a challenging look. I wrinkled my
“Not that I have anything against it, but that’s a bit
gay, don’t you think Jer?” I couldn’t help but smirk as
my brother rolled his eyes.
“You’re such a loser.” He sighed, shaking his head
while I just smiled and began walking towards my
My room is an array of different colors; containing a
bit of pink. I know, I know; I don’t strike you as the
girl who loves pink. That’s because I don’t. I just like
the color; it goes well with other colors, too. There’s
also green, black, white, and blue.
I settled onto my bed and turned on my television,
ready to play videogames when a knock came from
the door. “Hey, honey. It’s mom,” she called. I was
surprised she didn’t just barge in. She does that a lot.
I opened the door to be greeted with my mother
who had a box of half-eaten chocolate chip cookies. I
immediately accepted her peace offering, not that
there was a need to have one- my mother and I
rarely argue. She laughed and entered my bedroom,
closing the door behind her while I sat on my bed
eating the cookies like a pig.
“How was school?” my mother asked and before I
had the chance to close the door, there was another
knock. I groaned, putting the cookies down and
walking to the door to see my brother standing
“Phone call for you,” he told me, holding out his
iPhone. I took it in my hands. “You have 2 minutes
to talk and tell him to stop calling for you.”
“Hello?” I asked, leaning against my doorway.
“Hey, Savannah.” Jonah greeted.
“Stop calling my brother’s phone,” I snapped,
annoyed. I was hoping he’d say yes and hang up the
phone but instead he laughed.
“Him?” my mother piped in, sounding excited.
I glared at Jeremiah who just shrugged, mentally
telling me that he had no clue our mother was in my
room. I held up my hand, giving her a polite smile
and she rolled her eyes. She’d just wasted a good
“Why should I?” he teased and I glared at the floor.
“I told you to, that’s why,” I retorted and he laughed
“I’m afraid that’s not a good enough answer,” he
replied. I clenched my teeth and rubbed the bridge of
“I will punch you in the face if you call again,” I
threatened and he laughed, again.
“Van!” my mother hissed and I shook my head in
“That’s a chance I’m willing to take,” he was
“Don’t you have someone else to annoy?” I