Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18
“When do you have off?” Jonah casually asked,
sticking his hands in his pockets.
“I work every day this week except for Sunday,” I
told him as we walked to my car. He was trailing
behind me like a lost puppy.
“That stinks,” he told me and I shrugged.
“I get paid so I don’t mind.” In all honesty, it’s kind of
a bummer. I do the homework I can in the 2 hour
gap between the end of my school day and the start
of work. I have no other time for anything. “Why do
“Well, you said you wanted to meet my sisters,” he
shrugged. “And I know you won’t meet them in
school because well, you don’t even want to meet
me in school.”
“Maybe next week,” I shrugged before getting into
my car. He waved at me while he backed up. I
smirked as my car roared to life. I don’t even know
what type of car he drives, if he drives.
“What’s up with the hottie that you’ve been talking to
lately, he ask you out yet?” Mere asked while flipping
through her magazine. I shook my head, a look of
disgust clear on my features.
“I’m barely the guy’s friend never mind love interest,
Mere. Besides, he’s quite annoying if you ask me,” I
scoffed and she furrowed her eyebrows.
“But he’s hot,” she countered. I shook my head with
a sigh. “As long as he’s hot he can be as annoying as
“Not everything’s about looks, Mere, personality is
important, too,” I informed her. “But his personality’s
“And why is that?” she spit her gum into the trash
“He can’t take an insult if it’s served to him on a silver
platter. He brushes them off like fuzz on a shirt,” I
leaned on the counter, my arms folded.
“How’s that bad?” Mere asked in confusion.
“He won’t stop bothering me! Even if I tell him to ‘lay
off,’ he keeps following me and sitting next to me,” I
placed my head on the counter.
“Maybe he just wants to be friends,” she suggested. I
looked up at her and scoffed, shaking my head.
“Why would he choose me to be friends with? Of all
people?” I hoisted myself onto the counter, sitting
“You’re funny and pretty,” she smiled and I let out a
bark of laughter. My glasses fell down the tip of my
nose and I quickly adjusted them.
“You’re funny and a liar,” I countered.
“I’m being serious, Van,” she rolled her eyes, closing
her magazine and turning to me. “What happened to
the guy at the library? You never finished that story.”
“That’s him,” I told her.
“You mean the hottie is the library guy, too?” she
asked, her eyes widening slightly.
“Jonah is the library guy,” I clarified. She gave me a
flat look before letting out a frustrated groan.
“You have it so easy with guys!” I gaped at her.
“Easy? The last boyfriend I had dumped me after 2
months,” I told her and she rolled her eyes.
“You were 15; when somebody tells you they love
you, you’re going to believe it,” she sighed. I
furrowed my eyebrows.
“Did you just recite Taylor Swift lyrics?” I asked.
“That’s not the point, Van!” she cried out. “This guy is
destined to be yours. Trust me! I mean, don’t you
see the signs? You see him at the library where he
shamelessly flirts with you and then you-,” she was
cut off by my ringtone.