Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 28
I slowly peeked out from behind the tree. I was
hiding in my front yard, avoiding Jeremiah’s rage. It
was 9:26 PM and I’m waiting for him to bring out the
trash. When he does that, I’ll dart inside and all will
be well. Well, that’s if I make it to my room.
Jeremiah exited the house, whistling cheerfully. He
glanced around for my car; which I sneakily parked a
block away, which is out of sight from here. When
he reached the trashcan, I dived out from behind the
bush and raced inside. I heard my brother’s
footsteps behind me but I continued running.
When I reached the third flight of stairs, I was
already tired. Sneak attacks take a lot out of you. The
only thing I want to be attacking is my bed. “Come
back here, Savannah!”
I whimpered as I slipped out of his grip and raced
into my room, slamming my back against the door.
I heard the blood pounding in my ears and my
heavy breathing was the only other thing making
noise in the room. I quickly locked the door before
sliding my back down the wooden barrier.
I know one person scarier than Jeffrey Shaw when
he’s angry.
Jeremiah Harp.
***
I sat down at the lunch table, a fresh layer of snow
coating the floor lightly. I ignored it and continued
opening my juice. I heard the familiar squeaking of
the bench beneath someone, and that someone is
Jonah.
“Hey,” his cheerful voice annoyed me even more. I
barely got out of the house today because of him.
My brother is still harassing me about how he thinks
I have a crush on this idiot. I had to stay in my room
all of Sunday, which I don’t mind much but having
to have my mother squeeze a plate through the door
wasn’t so pleasant. Times like these, I’m glad I have a
connected bathroom.
“What?” my usual snappy retort had been long
gone, now I was just being vicious.
I glanced up at him. His nose is red and his hair is
blowing with the heavy winds. Snowflakes dropped
onto his hair before slowly melting away. His cheeks
are grazed with a light pink due to the cold. His light
pink lips were pursed and his eyebrows were slightly
furrowed. He’s so hot. I clenched my teeth.
Idiot, idiot, idiot. And I don’t know if I’m talking about
him or me.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked as he
unwrapped his burrito. I rolled my lips into my
mouth and tore my gaze from him.
“Yes,” I hissed, glaring at the table.
“What did I do this time?” he asked. I felt his eyes fix
on me but I ignored them as I moved my burger
around on my plate. I lost my appetite, which I spent
all day building up. My stomach had formed some
other filler the moment I looked at Jonah and I wasn’t
too happy about it.
“Well, firstly, you’re still hanging around me and it’s
the third week of school for you. Secondly, you talk
to my brother. And thirdly, he thinks I like you,” I
tightened my grip on the ketchup packet in my hand.
It threatened to pop so I loosened my grip on it, but
still kept it nestled in my hand.
Jonah was silent. “Isn’t it obvious that you don’t like
me?” he asked.
“Yes, but he thinks I like you,” I let out an annoyed
sigh.
“Liking as in a crush?” Jonah sounded amused. The
idiot sounded amused. Of all things, amusement
was not the right thing in this situation. My head
snapped up; another wrong thing to do in this
situation.
Jonah’s lips were pulled back into an open mouthed
smile, revealing his white teeth. How many times
does he brush them? He had a bottle of Sprite in his
right hand. His left hand was under his chin. His
playful eyes locked with my narrowed, angry ones;
he quirked an eyebrow before running his tongue
across his lips.
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