When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E13

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When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E13

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“I didn’t hear you typing in my name. Were you

stalking me?” I felt my face warm up, meaning it was

red with embarrassment.

“No,” I replied, looking and noticing that he had one

mutual friend. I wonder who it is.

Jeremiah Harp. I stared at the name for a moment

before groaning in frustration. “You have my brother

as a friend?” I asked, annoyed. Jeremiah is such a liar;

I thought he didn’t know Jonah’s name.

“Yes, yes I do,” he admitted and I exited his profile

page. I’d done enough creeping for now. “We had a

pretty long conversation last night.”

“Then he did know your name,” I said that more to

myself but Jonah made a noise of agreement.

“I have a question.” Before letting me reply, he

continued. “If you’re 16 and 9 months, then how did

you have a job for a year and a half?”

“I had a job at an after school program for middle

school students during sophomore year and I got

paid $200 a week so I gladly dealt with their

problems. I was a counselor; I know, terrible job

choice. You only needed to be a sophomore to have

that job, so I took it,” I replied, chewing on my lip as

I logged out of Facebook.

“Was that the job you got fired from?” he asked.

“Yes,” I told him, turning off my computer.

“How?” he asked and I let out a hiss of air.

“One day, I was really annoyed and some 14 year

old seventh grade girl went in there complaining

about her boyfriend, mind you; I’m only 15 at the

time and the only boyfriend I had was some jerk. I

was already agitated and she just made it worse. She

was complaining about how he didn’t love her back

and when I asked how long they’d been dating, she

said a week.”

Jonah was laughing. “I got so angry and I told her

that she can’t really love a guy she’s only been dating

for a week. She then told me that I knew nothing

about love because I was just some ugly female

dog. So I hit her,” I told him and he stopped

laughing. A minute later, his question was asked.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“Yes, I slapped her in the face. I was physically

removed from the premise immediately and told not

to come back and I could forget about ever working

there. But I was satisfied with what I’d done; I had

another job cleaning up at a game store that my

mother’s friend owns,” I admitted.

“That’s a pleasant story,” I smirked at his reply,

looking at my digital clock. It was 4:32 P.M.

“Oh saltines, I have to go. I have work,” I stated,

standing up and running over to my dresser.

“I’ll talk to you sometime,” he replied and I replied

with a laugh and a ‘you wish’ before hanging up the

phone and stuffing it in my pocket. I grabbed my

wallet, my keys and my name-tag.

Off to work.

***

“You’re late,” my coworker and best friend Meredith

sang from behind the counter. She jumped over it

and walked over to the anime games aisle and

started reorganizing them.

“I know, I’m sorry. I lost track of time and ended up

staying on the phone for too long. It won’t happen

again, Mere,” I apologized, rushing over to stand

behind the counter.

“On the phone? With a hottie?” Mere giggled and I

shook my head.

“What’s his name? I’m going to look him up on

Facebook. You always lie about who’s a hottie and

who’s not,” she giggled and I told her his name

before looking at the door. A young boy walked into

the store.