When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E39

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When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E39

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 39

“What?” I asked, closing my door and slumping on

my bed.

“You said ‘Love you,’ so I replied with ‘Love you,

too,’” Jonah responded. I bit my lip as my face

warmed up.

“Makes sense, anyway, why are you calling?” I

asked, attempting to not sound rude.

“I just wanted to make sure you got home safely but

I didn’t know what time you usually got home. I

didn’t want to call you ten minutes after school

ended because I didn’t know if you were in the car or

not. And if you would have read the text and

swerved off the road, I would have felt bad,” Jonah

blabbed.

“You would have felt ‘bad’? Not guilty? Not, maybe, I

don’t know- like a murderer?” I laughed.

“No, just bad; but did you get home safely?” Jonah

asked. I felt myself smile as I rolled my eyes.

“If I didn’t, do you think I’d be on the phone right

now?” I asked with a flat look on my face.

“I thought you were going to be a nicer person,”

Jonah chided.

“Sorry, I just assumed you had common sense,

won’t happen again,” I snorted.

“I see you’re back to your old ways,” Jonah laughed.

“But its okay, it’s weird when you say things like

‘hello and thank you.’”

“Are you saying that I have bad manners?” I asked

as I lay back on my bed.

“I’m not saying you have good manners,” he

corrected.

“You’re weird, you know that?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I know,” he answered.

***

I hung up the phone because I had to go eat dinner.

After dinner, I decided to play video games, because

thanks to work, school, and being worried about

becoming friends with Jonah again, I’ve been

slacking.

My phone rang and I automatically picked it up and

shoved it against my shoulder, expecting it to be

Jonah. He was the only one who called me. “Hello?”

“Hey, Savannah, it’s me, Waverly,” I furrowed my

eyebrows for a moment. How did she get my

number? I glanced at the television screen and

noticed that I’d been killed. “Savannah? You there?”

“Yeah, Waverly…how did you get my number?” I

asked, sitting up.

“Don’t worry about it. I was wondering if you had

plans on Wednesday, after school,” she asked me

again. Didn’t I tell her that I did? Even though it was a

lie, I remember it. Did she expect me not to?

“Yeah,” I answered, pausing my game. I heard her

sigh.

“Can you please cancel? You don’t understand how

much I want to go to this dance with Jonah. He’s,

like, the only cute and nice junior guy in our school,”

she begged. You don’t understand how much I don’t

want you to go to this dance with Jonah.

“I can’t,” I stated, picking at a loose string on my

blanket.

“Why not?” she whined. I grit my teeth.

“I can’t,” I stated, my voice more firm.

“Why not?” she asked again.

“Listen, Waverly, do you really believe that Jonah

needs to babysit his younger sisters? Maybe he

doesn’t want to go with you to the dance,” I

snapped, ending the call. I stared at my phone in

horror for a few moments. What have I done?

After about five minutes, my phone started to ring.

This time, it was Jonah. I decided to answer the

phone stating my problem, hopefully side tracking

him. “Did you give out my number?”

“What?” he asked. “Did you tell her I didn’t want to

go to the dance with her?”

“Answer my question first!” I exclaimed.

“No, I didn’t give out your number. Now answer my

question,” he stated.

“Yes, I did,” I quickly replied. “But I only said that

because she called me begging that I cancel my

nonexistent plans to babysit Sierra and Sabrina. I

don’t even know how she got my number!” I stated.

“Well, now, I have to go to the dance with her,” he

announced. I felt something inside of me sink and I

frowned. What did I do?