When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E09

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

“I left my books outside of the cafeteria!” Jonah let out

a frustrated groan.

“Not my problem,” I told him as I walked to class,

letting out a sigh of relief when I realized that neither

Jonah nor Shaw had this class with me. But Francis

did.

“Where’d you go during lunch?” he snorted the

moment I sat in my seat, which also happened to be

in the secluded part of the room. What can I say? I’m

a sucker for desolated areas. The room was near

empty, like Francis’s head.

“Your face,” I retorted, grabbing my text book out of

my bag. Francis glared at me before flipping me the

bird. I just snorted in reply, listening to the teacher

talk about tardiness as students filed in.

***

Still on edge, the walk to my jeep was nerve

wracking. The twist and turns of the parking lot were

a maze. I was waiting for Shaw to just pop out, rip

my head off of my shoulders, and use it as a football

for their next game.

“Nervous?” I nearly Superman jumped to Heaven

and back at the sound of a voice, no matter who it

belonged to.

“Not quite,” I snapped. Jonah was leaning against a

bright blue car.

I continued walking towards my jeep which was a

few cars down. “I think you’re stalking me,” I told

him.

“Me? Stalking you? Yeah, I’ll stalk you when Hamilton

moves out of that box,” he chuckled. I turned and

stared at him. Did he just-?

“Did you just refer to Maggie and the Ferocious

Beast?” I asked. My eyebrows rose.

“Did you just catch me referring to Maggie and the

Ferocious Beast?” he asked, his eyes darting from car

to car.

“Obviously or else I wouldn’t have said anything,” I

glared.

“Is that your car?” he changed the subject swiftly,

pointing to a red small buggy. I looked at the car and

shook my head, adding in a snicker.

“No,” I answered him. I continued walking and he

followed me, trailing behind. I arrived at my Jeep and

smiled at it, patting the front. I walked over and

unlocked the driver’s side door.

“This is your car?” he asked.

“Nope, I just have the keys to somebody else’s car,

you know?” I sarcastically replied.

“This car is expensive. I kind of expected you to have

a small car, like a buggy or a smart car,” he told me,

eyes widened as he ran his hand on the shiny black

exterior. I nodded.

“I worked two jobs for a year and a half managed to

save up $3,000. I was fired from one of them and

managed to make a bit more. I also dipped into my

savings account. In the end, I had $6,000 and my

parents paid for the rest,” I explained.

“This car is around $28,000 if you get it new,” he

told me and I laughed.

“This car is used and was a family friend’s,” I told

him and he furrowed his eyebrows as he examined

it.

“It still would go for a lot since it’s in nearly perfect

condition,” he responded.

“My dad’s friend sold it to him for $12,000. They

worked together for a while and he knew about my

car situation with my brother,” I sighed.

Jonah stared at me for a minute before going back to

admiring my car. I rolled my eyes but buckled

myself in and closed the door. My bag was sitting in

the passenger’s seat as I shoved the keys in the

ignition. The car roared to life and I smiled at the

familiar sound.

As I backed out of the lot, Jonah walked forward. He

was standing in front of the car, about 10 feet away,

and he was staring at me. I moved forward a foot

and he fell backwards from surprise, hitting the

pavement with his bottom. I snorted, pointing to

him while I laughed loudly with a grin on my face.

His face was red and he glared at me while I drove

out of the parking lot laughing. He’s such an idiot.