Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13
“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