Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43
“To the bathroom,” I quickly answered. He slowly
leaned back, eyes meeting mine as he pursed his lips
and tilted his head to the side. I slowly allowed my
back to straighten out as he examined my face.
“I don’t believe that,” he replied, clicking his tongue.
His eyes traveled down to my jeans. “What’s that
sticking out of your pocket?”
My mind began to race. I didn’t empty out my
pockets at home or in my car. “My underwear,” I
told him. Horrified by my ‘on the spot’ lie, my jaw
clenched at how stupid I sounded.
“Can I see them?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. He
went to reach his hand down to my pocket but I
slapped it away.
“No, you pervert,” I scoffed. I lifted my chin slightly
as I crossed my arms. Before I could even say
anything, he reached his hand down and swiped the
small square of teal cloth out of my pocket and held
it in front of my face.
In an attempt to get it back from it, I swiped my
hand and tried to grab it but he quickly turned
around. I jumped onto his back and reached my
hand over his shoulder in an attempt to get the cloth
back. “Give me back my underwear!”
“It’s not your underwear!” he replied, trying to
wriggle me off of him by moving. I latched onto him
like one of those monkeys you win at a fair.
“Give it back!” I replied, reaching over him a bit too
far. I started to fall over his shoulder and into a pile of
empty boxes. He tried to make a run for it but I
wrapped my hands around his leg.
“Let go of me,” he reached down and tried to pry
my hands off of him, dropping the cloth onto the
floor. I grabbed it with my mouth and dived away
from him, accidentally trapping myself in the corner.
“Give me the cloth.”
I started growling at him with the cloth in my
mouth. He took a step back and I took that time to
shove the cloth into my back pocket and sit back
down. “Give me the cloth, Savannah.”
“No,” I told him and he tried to yank my arms so I’d
stand up but I quickly laid down. He tried to grab my
hands but I put them under my back. He glared at
me and I stuck my tongue out at him. “Loser.”
In a second’s time, he was leaning over, tickling me
like a lunatic and I was laughing loudly. I cringed
away from him when the tickling became painful and
he was smirking down at me. “Stop!” I barked
through laughs.
“No, I don’t want to,” Jonah laughed evilly. “This is
fun.”
“G-get off of m-me,” I laughed loudly, pushing him
but he wasn’t moving.
Ms. Antoinette cleared her throat. “Employees only,
young man.”
Jonah slowly stood up and nodded while I sat up on
the floor, trying to catch my breath. A small smile
was playing on her lips. “Who are you?”
“I’m Jonah,” he quickly replied, standing up straight
and smiling at her. When I finally stood up, Jonah
stood beside me. “Well, I better get going. Have fun,
Savannah,” Jonah said mischievously. I furrowed
my eyebrows as I watched him pull the teal cloth out
of his pocket. My mouth was gaping open.
“Close your mouth dear, you’ll catch flies,” Ms.
Antoinette smiled.
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