Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 89
I nodded my head, my eyes glued on the game.
“Who do you think is going to win?”
Jonah turned to me. “The score is currently 21 to 0.
Who do you think is going to win?” Our school’s
football team is terrible.
I nodded. Francis was currently glaring at Weston,
his fists curled into a ball. Shaw was also glaring at
someone, but it wasn’t Weston. It was me and
Jonah. I inconspicuously nudged Jonah. “Jo-bro.”
Jonah turned to me with a small smile on his lips.
“Shaw is glaring daggers at us,” I muttered as I
stared at him. “Look slightly to your left, but don’t be
Jonah nodded but despite my warning, he snapped
his head to the left and made continuous eye contact
with Shaw. Neither of them was looking away
anytime soon but Shaw had to eventually because
his team was calling him over to the field.
Weston and his teammates were cheering. The
majority of the crowd was cheering, including Jonah,
Sabrina, Sierra, Georgia, and me. Weston’s team had
won. I turned my head slightly as my eyes met
Francis’s. Every time I made eye contact with
Francis, I felt a tinge of guilt spiraling through me, not
for being a jerk to him but for kissing him and then
coming here with Jonah. It’s not like we’re in a
relationship, Jonah and I or Francis and I, it just feels
wrong. Especially when I didn’t even tell Jonah about
it, we’re friends so he should know. Right?
I shoved the thought to the back of my mind; it’s not
my problem right now. He doesn’t know and I’m
going to pretend I don’t. Instead, I attempted to
make my way through the crowd to the trash can. I
needed to fully clear my mind and being around
Jonah and in Francis’s line of vision wasn’t helping.
I had to walk towards the parking lot to find a
secluded trash can, but not too secluded; I don’t
want something bad to happen to me. When I
reached the trashcan, I dumped all of the empty
water bottles, soda cans, chip wrappers, candy
wrappers, and other items into it with a sigh of relief.
I turned around to see Francis only about a foot and
a half away from me. I glanced over my shoulder to
see the indoor stadium in the distance, people slowly
exiting it. I could hear the excitement from all the way
over here. Before I could even process what was
happening, Francis filled the gap between us and was
pressing his lips to mine in a persistent manner.
I was standing there in shock, like he was doing
when I kissed him in the janitor’s closet. I gasped
audibly and I felt him pause for a minute before he
continued kissing me. Does he know? Did he realize it
was me? When he finally pulled away, I was staring
at him but he was looking over my shoulder. He
leaned in slightly so that his mouth was near my ear.
“You weren’t that bad of a kisser before.”
Before he walked away, he lightly pressed his lips to
my cheek and walked towards the stadium which
left me staring in the empty space where he just
was. I heard footsteps behind me and I closed my
eyes tightly. Please don’t tell me that’s who I think it
“So, you and Francis, huh?”