Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 95
“Not here,” he muttered. I looked around to see the
people watching us. I glared at him.
“Where then?” I asked and he tapped his foot.
“The library,” he responded.
I rubbed my forehead. “The library? Why would we
go to a place where it’s completely quiet when we’re
most likely going to be yelling?”
“Because the majority of them don’t even know this
town has a library,” he whispered and I pursed my
“Fine. When?” I asked and he lifted his arms up in the
air and ran his hands through his hair.
“Three hours, I need to bring the twins home; you
want to talk so badly, right?” he asked and I glared
before bypassing him and getting into my car.
The three hour wait at home was nerve-wracking
and I felt my blood boiling at the idea of him being
angry about me kissing Francis. He has no reason to
be angry. Francis kissed me that time; I didn’t even
want to kiss him! The first time I only did it to see if it
was Jonah who kissed me! I didn’t think about the
possiblity that maybe it was a stranger that kissed
me accidentally! I didn’t look around me! It could’ve
been a guy who thought I was his girlfriend and I
was delusional when I said that it was the best kiss I
I did every possible thing to occupy myself; I played
video games, cleaned my glasses, took a shower,
changed clothes, did my hair, undid my hair because
I felt too girly, picked up my room, made my bed,
and I even played two games of Uno with Jer. There
was even a point where I questioned whether Jonah
would show up to the library.
When the clock struck 5 o’clock, I got in my car and
drove to the library. I noticed Jonah’s car in the
parking lot along with a few other cars. When I
entered the building, I saw Jonah slumped over on a
table. I noticed that the table he was at was the table
where we sat when we first talked. I resisted the
urge to coo at that small thought and slammed my
bag down onto the table, causing him to flinch.
“Explain yourself,” I demanded as I sat down.
He looked at the table and began drawing circles
against the fake wood. “I guess I was just angry.”
“Yeah, I know that. We didn’t talk for four days
because you were angry. Why were you angry?” I
asked him and he gave me an annoyed look.
“I guess you can say I was slightly jealous,” he
admitted and I raised an eyebrow. “Not because I like
you or anything, though.” That totally wasn’t a stab
to the heart or anything. I’ll just try and ignore the
“Yeah, you made that pretty clear when you
snapped at me,” I replied casually. Another stab to
He winced. “Sorry about that,” he apologized and I
just shrugged. “Not that this is any of my business,
but do you…you know, like Francis?”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t. That time, he kissed
“So you kissed him before?” he asked and I nodded
my head. “When?”
“You remember that thing on Christmas Eve, right?
Well, someone kissed me when the lights went out
and when they came back on, Francis was right
there so I thought maybe it was him. So the other
day, I ended up kissing him in the janitor’s closet. I’m
guessing he found out it was me and that’s why he
kissed me in the parking lot,” I replied.