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
the store.
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