Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17
Jonah heaved Francis up, breathing heavily as he did
so. Someone’s unfit. “A little help here?” he said in a
I glared at him as we exited the classroom. I had my
bag over my shoulder. I was planning on ditching
classes. “No, I’d rather not.”
“Don’t let that crazy witch touch me,” Francis hissed,
holding his jaw in his hands. I stared at him for a
minute before snorting.
“I wouldn’t touch you for a million dollars, Franny,”
Jonah lifted him up slightly. Francis stared at me
before mumbling something. “What was that?”
“I didn’t say anything, Ms. Violent,” Franny snapped
and I scowled.
“Anyway, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” I
started to walk away but Jonah stopped me.
“Who’s going to show me to the nurse’s office?” he
asked, readjusting Francis’s hold on him.
“He looks pretty conscious to me,” I halfheartedly
pointed to the boy slouching on Jonah’s arm.
“Besides, I’ll only be gone a minute,” I started walking
“You’re ditching?” Jonah asked. I halted and turned
around with a raised brow.
“No, I’m going to the bathroom,” I lied, placing a
hand on my hip.
“No, you’re ditching,” he retorted, mocking my
voice. I glared at him.
“What’s it to you?” I snapped.
“I could always tell Mr. G,” he replied in a song-song
voice. I wiggled my fingers in the air, feigning a
“Oh, you’re going to tattletale? I’m so scared,” I
“Aren’t you the one that said you don’t believe in
ditching?” Jonah’s eyebrow rose.
I shrugged. “I also said that Channing Tatum’s my
husband,” I told him. Francis let out a snort at this.
“You’re going back on your word,” he convinced
and I shrugged.
“I don’t really care,” I rejoined.
“We only have one class left,” he told me and I
sighed, running my hand through my hair before
“Fine,” I sighed when Jonah smirked at me.
“He’s your kryptonite?” Francis snorted and I
punched his shoulder. “Ow, you’re inflicting more
pain upon me?”
“Well, you just hurt your jaw pretty badly. You’ll
need to ice it or it’ll swell,” Nurse Cadence smiled at
him. She turned towards the sink to wash her
hands. “How’d this happen anyway?”
He went to open his mouth so I nudged his side and
he yelped rather girlishly. “I, uh, fell and hit my chin
on the desk,” Francis glared at me.
“Well, you’re welcome to lie down or go back to
class. There’s only one class left and I advise you go
but it’s up to you. You two, get back to class-
wouldn’t want you to miss any valuable education,”
she smiled at Jonah and I and we nodded, exiting the
“You work today?” I nodded at Jonah’s question.
“When do you get off?” he asked again.
“At 8 o’clock. Why?” I asked.