When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E87

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When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E87

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 87

Jonah glanced at the clock. “We’re going to be so

early.”

“You can always drop me back home and then go

drive around,” I responded with a serious

expression.

He looked at me with a sad look. “You don’t want to

go?”

I let out a loud laugh, falling into a fit of chuckles.

“You should have seen your face, so vulnerable.”

Jonah growled. “I hate you.”

“We both know that isn’t true,” I replied as I stopped

laughing. I glanced at him before starting to laugh

again.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah; what do you want to do? We

have thirty minutes to kill,” he told me.

I shrugged, turning to look at Jonah. “Do we have a

song?” I said jokingly. He grinned and nodded. He

remembers when he said that our song was

‘Hurricane’ by Panic! At The Disco?

He glanced at me with a deadpan expression. “Our

song is a slamming screen door, sneaking out late,

tapping on your window; when we’re on the phone

and you talk real slow cause it’s late and your

momma don’t know.”

I let out a howling laugh, clutching my stomach as

tears streamed down my face. He had his laughter

under control, most likely because he was driving. I

attempted to speak but I gave up and rested my

head in my hands as my body trembled with

laughter.

When I finally stopped laughing, I glanced at him and

started laughing again. That’s the best kind of

laughter- when you’re around someone you’re

comfortable with and they make you laugh

genuinely; they aren’t trying too hard. I don’t know

why but that’s the best laugh I’d had in a while.

~~~

When we reached the football field, we were still

early but not as early as we would’ve been. Jonah

and I managed to get seats near Georgia, who was

seated in the third row from the bottom because she

claims you get a better view of the football player’s

butts. We were seated in the first row at the bottom

and the twins were seated on the second row from

the bottom.

“I’ll be right back,” I told Jonah as I stood up. I

needed to use the bathroom. Jonah nodded as I

walked right by him and out of the stands. I walked

towards the school where the doors were open.

They were selling snacks and drinks but they also

had a set of bathrooms open.

I felt someone grab my arm and I turned around to

see Francis. I’d been avoiding him ever since the

janitors closet incident. He couldn’t possibly know it

was me, right? “What?”

He kept his hand on my forearm as he stared at me.

“What are you doing here?”

“I have a friend playing,” I snapped, attempting to rip

my arm out of his grip.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “As far as I know, you

have no friends other than that Jonah kid and he isn’t

on the football team,” he replied and I narrowed my

eyes.

“No, it isn’t Jonah; his names Weston,” I retorted,

managing to yank my arm out of his grip.

He tilted his head sideways before he nodded his

head, his eyebrows rising slightly. “You’re here

rooting for the other team, huh?” he asked. I scowled

at the second meaning behind it but answered it

nonetheless.

I shrugged. “It’s not like I like anyone on the school’s

team.”

“You liked Arthur,” Francis smiled innocently and I

gritted my teeth.

“Liked, past tense, idiot,” I snapped.