Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15
“Maybe we should sit somewhere else,” Jonah
stated, causing me to jump. He laughed before
approaching me. “It’s snowing.”
“Thank you, Mr. Weatherman,” I retorted, biting into
my burger. The flurries were falling lightly onto the
table, melting before they could stick.
“Can we eat inside?” he involuntarily shivered. I
raised my eyebrows.
“You can. I’m going to eat out here,” I tipped my
head back as I swigged my chocolate drink.
Surprisingly, he sat down across from me and
started eating his lunch. I gave him an annoyed look
and he just smiled back. “I think something’s wrong
“What do you mean?” he asked, eating his burger.
He drenched it in mustard.
“Well, first of all you keep sitting around me and
talking to me when I told you I don’t want to be your
friend and two, you like mustard,” I explained and he
“Mustard’s good,” he didn’t acknowledge my first
statement so I just continued eating.
It’s Monday, his fourth day at this school. Since
Wednesday, he’s been talking to me and hanging
around me, ruining my image to the school. I was
going soft to them when in fact I’m not. “Did you
make any friends?” I inquired.
“Just one,” I glared at my plate but continued eating.
“I don’t know what’s so bad about me hanging
around you. You don’t hang out with anybody else
here, so,” he sighed.
“I’m not looking for your pity,” I snapped. “And I
don’t hang out with anybody else here because
they’re all idiots.”
He frowned, taking this as offense. “I’m not an idiot.”
“I’m pretty sure you are; you’re sticking to me like
glue,” I hissed, finishing the rest of my chocolate
“Maybe I just like your company,” he shrugged
again. I snorted, tipping my head back and letting out
“And Channing Tatum will be sitting at my door
tonight,” I sighed. Jonah wrinkled his nose.
“I thought you were more of a Gosling type of guy,”
he tilted his head sideways and I shook my head.
“No, are you?” I smirked and he just rolled his eyes.
Although they’ve been here since Thursday, I hadn’t
met his sisters yet. I’ve seen them in the hallways
but I didn’t approach them. “When am I going to
meet your sisters?” I asked, changing the subject.
Jonah furrowed his eyebrows before he smirked.
“Why? Do you want to meet them?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to,” I gave him
a flat look and he shrugged.
“That’s funny, they asked about you too,” he sipped
his Sprite. I furrowed my eyebrows.
“They know about me?” I questioned.
“They know about the girl that I talk to on the phone
sometimes and who I hang out with at school, yes,”
“You mean the girl you harass on the phone and in
person repeatedly?” I raised an eyebrow.
“The one and only,” I blinked at his response before
angling my head.
“Do you ever get angry?” I asked him and he glanced
at me over the bottle he was chugging.
“Doesn’t every human?” he replied once he placed
the bottle back onto the table.