Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 87
Jonah glanced at the clock. “We’re going to be so
“You can always drop me back home and then go
drive around,” I responded with a serious
He looked at me with a sad look. “You don’t want to
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
“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
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
“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
“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
I shrugged. “It’s not like I like anyone on the school’s
“You liked Arthur,” Francis smiled innocently and I
gritted my teeth.
“Liked, past tense, idiot,” I snapped.