Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16
“I’m not quite sure if you’re human,” I countered.
“Why? Am I too hot to be human?” he turned his
head slightly and ran his hand through his hair while
biting his lip. Somebody say model?
“No, you’re a bit creepy, though,” I informed him,
eating a Pringle.
He frowned, pouting out his lower lip. The guy was
admittedly cute but I had a thing for bad boys like
almost every other teenage girl known to man; the
kind of guy that drives a motorcycle and wears
leather jackets on a daily basis. “You’re really nice,
you know that?” he sighed.
I smiled at his sarcasm. “Thanks, I get that a lot,” I
“I bet you do,” he smirked. The smirk disappeared
once he looked over my shoulder. I turned my head
to see Shaw making his way towards us. I turned to
look at Jonah. “Run,” his voice was a whisper, but I
heard it loud and clear.
Leaving our food at the table, (rude and disrespectful,
I know) we quickly dashed inside the cafeteria,
quickly walking towards the exit of the large room. I
felt people’s eyes trained on us and I adjusted my
bag on my shoulder. We heard the same doors we
entered a moment ago open and close loudly. I let
out a whimper and before I knew it, the bell rang and
everyone got up, walking to the cafeteria’s exit.
“Thank God,” Jonah sighed once we entered the
classroom. I can’t help but be a bit grateful that we
actually have this class together today. We made our
way towards the back of Mr. G’s classroom. Francis
was leaning back in his seat, although his chest was
on the back of the chair and his hands were resting
on my desk.
As I slumped into my seat, my eyes fixed on Francis.
“What do you want, Franny?”
He just smirked at me. I raised an eyebrow and
leaned back in my seat. “Arthur wants to know how
you’re doing,” he told me.
I felt my teeth clench and my eyes narrowed.
“What’s your problem, Francis?” I bit.
He let out a loud laugh and as he sobered up; he
threaded his fingers together and rested his chin on
them. “My problem is-.” I didn’t let him finish.
Instead, I kicked the chair’s legs and he fell forward,
his face connecting with my desk on the way down.
Jonah was bent over in laughter, his hand holding
onto the desk to keep him from falling over. I heard a
groan from Francis. “Ms. Harp!” I looked up at Mr. G.
“Yes?” I innocently asked.
“What happened to Francis?” he walked over to the
desk and surveyed the area. His eyes darted back to
me, then to Jonah, and back to me.
“I’m not sure, sir; it seems as if he fell when he was
laughing,” I frowned, looking down at Francis. I
couldn’t help but smirk down at him before
contorting my face into one of sympathy when my
eyes met Mr. G’s.
“Well then, he needs help to the nurse. Savannah,
please take this boy to the nurse,” he instructed. My
eyes widened slightly.
“But I can’t carry him,” I explained, watching as he
struggled to get up. He looked disoriented. Maybe he
was just a good actor.
“Then Jonah, can you accompany Savannah to the
nurse’s office?” Mr. G smiled down at Jonah who just
sobered up from his laughter.
“Of course,” Jonah smiled up at the teacher.
“Why can’t he bring Francis himself?” I fought.
“I’m sure that Jonah can’t find his way to the nurse’s
office on his own; it’s only his fourth day here, Ms.
Harp,” Mr. G looked down at Francis before glancing
back up at the two of us. “Get going now.”