Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 94
I sat up immediately. “Excuse me?”
“Jonah Davis will be your partner,” he repeated.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked him. “I mean, did
he even approve of this?”
“He nodded his head, that’s enough approval,” the
teacher replied casually. “Now, we have 5 minutes
left and you have a project to start, get to it.”
I watched as he walked away and I stood up, slowly
walking towards Jonah. I waited for Waverly to
tackle me down the nearest flights of stairs but she
didn’t. She only glared at me from her seat beside
Ainsley. I felt people’s eyes on me as I took a seat
next to Jonah.
“Hey,” I waved my hand as I glanced at him. He
nodded his head but looked the other way. “So who
do you want to do the project on?”
“Listen, I’ll choose the person and I’ll do the project,
but I’ll put your name on it. Okay? Great,” he
snapped. The bell rang and he quickly stood up,
exiting the classroom. I was trailing behind him as he
attempted to go to the parking lot; I quickly moved
and stood in front of him.
He tried to walk around me but I moved with him.
“No, I’m doing the project, too,” I replied and he
narrowed his eyes at me.
“Fine, you do the project,” he snapped and walked
around me. I grabbed his arm and he turned around
with an annoyed look on his face.
“We’re both going to do the project; your anger isn’t
going to stop me from getting a good grade,” I
hissed and he ripped his arm out of my hold.
“Fine,” he started storming off but I jumped in front
of him again. “What? What do you want?”
“Fine? What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means fine; we’ll do the project,” he told me,
impatiently tapping his foot.
“Why are you mad at me?” I asked and he turned to
look at me.
“Who said I was mad at you?” he asked with an
annoyed look on his face.
I gave him a flat look. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s
the way you’re acting towards me. You don’t even
have the decency to look at me when I’m talking to
He just glared at me. “Happy now?”
I rubbed the bridge of my nose. “Can you just tell
me why you’re so angry at me?”
“You tell me,” he demanded.
I stared at him. “That’s the thing! I don’t know why
you’re angry at me! Is it because of Francis?”
“Just forget about it okay?” his voice was calmer and
I narrowed my eyes.
“What if I don’t want to forget about it?” I snapped.
“I forgive you,” he ignored me.
“For what? What did I do that needs to be forgiven?”
I asked him, crossing my arms.
He just forced a smile. “Forget about it; it’s behind us
“Is it?” I asked him. He nodded his head. “Are you
“Positively,” he assured me.
“Okay. Then hug me,” I instructed him, holding out
my arms. He didn’t make a move to hug me. “If it’s
all okay, hug me.”
He slowly took a step forward and hugged me. It
was a quick hug and he barely even touched me. I
ground my teeth. “See? It’s not okay and it won’t be
unless you tell me why you’re angry at me.”