When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E18

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

“Maybe we should sit somewhere else,” Jonah

stated, causing me to jump. He laughed before

approaching me. “It’s snowing.”

“Thank you, Mr. Weatherman,” I retorted, biting into

my burger. The flurries were falling lightly onto the

table, melting before they could stick.

“Can we eat inside?” he involuntarily shivered. I

raised my eyebrows.

“You can. I’m going to eat out here,” I tipped my

head back as I swigged my chocolate drink.

Surprisingly, he sat down across from me and

started eating his lunch. I gave him an annoyed look

and he just smiled back. “I think something’s wrong

with you.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, eating his burger.

He drenched it in mustard.

“Well, first of all you keep sitting around me and

talking to me when I told you I don’t want to be your

friend and two, you like mustard,” I explained and he

just shrugged.

“Mustard’s good,” he didn’t acknowledge my first

statement so I just continued eating.

It’s Monday, his fourth day at this school. Since

Wednesday, he’s been talking to me and hanging

around me, ruining my image to the school. I was

going soft to them when in fact I’m not. “Did you

make any friends?” I inquired.

“Just one,” I glared at my plate but continued eating.

“I don’t know what’s so bad about me hanging

around you. You don’t hang out with anybody else

here, so,” he sighed.

“I’m not looking for your pity,” I snapped. “And I

don’t hang out with anybody else here because

they’re all idiots.”

He frowned, taking this as offense. “I’m not an idiot.”

“I’m pretty sure you are; you’re sticking to me like

glue,” I hissed, finishing the rest of my chocolate

drink.

“Maybe I just like your company,” he shrugged

again. I snorted, tipping my head back and letting out

a laugh.

“And Channing Tatum will be sitting at my door

tonight,” I sighed. Jonah wrinkled his nose.

“I thought you were more of a Gosling type of guy,”

he tilted his head sideways and I shook my head.

“No, are you?” I smirked and he just rolled his eyes.

Although they’ve been here since Thursday, I hadn’t

met his sisters yet. I’ve seen them in the hallways

but I didn’t approach them. “When am I going to

meet your sisters?” I asked, changing the subject.

Jonah furrowed his eyebrows before he smirked.

“Why? Do you want to meet them?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to,” I gave him

a flat look and he shrugged.

“That’s funny, they asked about you too,” he sipped

his Sprite. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“They know about me?” I questioned.

“They know about the girl that I talk to on the phone

sometimes and who I hang out with at school, yes,”

he nodded.

“You mean the girl you harass on the phone and in

person repeatedly?” I raised an eyebrow.

“The one and only,” I blinked at his response before

angling my head.

“Do you ever get angry?” I asked him and he glanced

at me over the bottle he was chugging.

“Doesn’t every human?” he replied once he placed

the bottle back onto the table.