Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 91
“Am I that obvious?” I muttered loud enough for
Weston to hear.
Weston laughed. “Actually, no, you balance out your
flirting with a sense of hatred.”
“I hate crushes, especially mine; they’re usually one
sided and when they aren’t, it ends up being a joke,”
I told Weston.
“Let’s get to a happier subject,” He suggested. I
simply nodded. “Let’s talk about my failed
I furrowed my eyebrows. “Sabrina tells me that
they’re funny so hopefully, they’ll cheer you up. I
dated this girl named Diana in 10th grade and I went
to a party with her. She told me she was going to
the bathroom. After ten minutes, I decided to go
check on her. Turns out, she was in a room nearby
making out with a guy. It wasn’t the first time she
cheated on me, either. I cried for 6 days.”
I stared at Weston. “That’s not funny; that’s cruel.”
Weston laughed. “I’m over it now. Cheaters are
I pursed my lips. “I feel like a cheater.”
Weston gave me a confused look so I continued. “I
like Jonah but I kissed Francis, technically twice; and I
didn’t even tell him about the first one. And I
probably wouldn’t have told him about the second
one if I didn’t need to. I’m a terrible person.”
“You’re not a terrible person, Savannah. You were
just confused,” Weston replied. I truly hope that
Jonah believes that.
I walked into my house silently. “Did you get that ki-
Ew, what happened to your face?”
I ignored my brother and walked upstairs. He was
right, though. My eyeliner and mascara were in
streaks down my face from the breakdown I had in
Jonah’s car. Weston struggled and failed to comfort
me but its okay. At least he tried.
I feel terrible, like a cheater. I feel like Arthur. I decided
to call Mere to ask her how her night went; some
good news would be nice. “Hello?”
“Hey Mere, how was your date?” I asked her, trying
to keep my voice light.
She squealed loudly. “It went perfect! We kissed and
everything. Your brother is the best kisser! Speaking
of kisses, did you get yours?” she asked me.
I was quiet. “Not with Jonah, no, in fact, he’s angry at
me. I understand why though; I kissed Francis not
once, but twice, because I’m stupid,” I hung up the
phone quickly and ignored her next few texts and
The idea of school scared me. If Francis told
anybody, which he most likely had, about how we
kissed, then they’ll put two and two together; why
Jonah and I aren’t speaking and the kiss between me
and Francis. They’d think Jonah and I were dating,
and that I cheated on Jonah, and that’s why he
doesn’t want to talk to me. Waverly will be so happy;
I can already hear her squealing.
I got out of my car, my pace slow. When I saw
Waverly, I sped up. I entered the school and was
greeted by hundreds of eyes. They know. I ignored
the whispers and went straight to my locker, taking
out my text books and placing them in my bag. For
emphasis, I slammed my locker shut.
I felt the eyes leave me and I turned to see them
staring at Jonah, who just entered the building. His
eyes met mine and I felt a shiver race down my
spine, but it wasn’t from excitement. His usual warm
eyes were gone, replaced with cold, hurt ones. I
turned on my heel and began making my way to
my first class before the bell even rang.