Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 90
I slowly turned around, avoiding eye contact. “No.”
“No?” Jonah asked, eerily calm. I didn’t trust myself
to look at him.
I shook my head. “No, he kissed me.”
Jonah was silent so I continued to speak: “I just came
over here to throw away the food and…he followed
me, I guess, and he kissed me.”
“Okay, cool,” I looked up and saw Jonah looking
towards the stadium behind him. His hands were in
his pockets and he was impatiently tapping his foot.
“It’s not cool,” I replied, shaking my head. “I didn’t
want him to kiss me.”
Jonah whipped his head towards me, his face blank
of emotion. “But you let him.”
“What was I supposed to do?” I snapped. “Push him
Jonah’s eyes bugged out of his head at my stupidity.
“That’s exactly what you were supposed to do!”
I glared at him, my arms crossed over my chest. “I
don’t see why you’re so angry. It’s not like we’re in a
Jonah’s glare was worse than mine; I can tell you
that. It seems like he’s had a lot of practice. “I know,
Before I could reply, he turned and walked away. I
was left standing there, staring at his retreating
figure, with a gaping hole in my heart.
I was sitting in front of the high school, watching
people get into their cars and drive away. Jonah’s car
was still there, though. I heard footsteps as I placed
my head on my knees, wrapping my arms around
them tightly. I felt something poke my shoulder and
I lifted my head up. I turned to see West standing
He let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God you’re not
crying,” he muttered. I furrowed my eyebrows as I
stared at him. “Do you want a ride home?”
I shook my head. “Jonah’s not going to be in the car,
besides; it’ll be just you and me. We can go get ice
cream,” he replied and I looked at him. “I’m not
taking no for an answer, you’ll be walking for hours
if you try and walk home.”
I stood up slowly, placing my hands in my pockets.
Weston stringed his arm through mine and walked
with me. He opened the passenger’s door. “M’lady.”
I nodded as I sat down in the car, buckling my
seatbelt and staring ahead. Weston whistled as he
got into the driver’s side. He smiled at me as he
started the car. “Can I ask you a question?” he asked.
I nodded as he continued. “Why was Jonah so
upset?” he inquired.
I stared ahead as I frowned. “I think it’s because I
It was quiet for a moment. “You kissed Francis?”
I nodded. “Well, it’s a long story but this time, he
kissed me,” I replied.
“’This time’, meaning that you kissed him before?”
West asked and I nodded. “Why?”
I explained the whole Christmas Eve gathering to
Weston and then I explained the closet situation. He
listened to me, nodding occasionally. “But you don’t
I shook my head. “Not at all; I actually despise him.”
“That’s good,” Weston replied before he glanced at
me. “Do you like Jonah?”