When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E21

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

“When do you have off?” Jonah casually asked,

sticking his hands in his pockets.

“I work every day this week except for Sunday,” I

told him as we walked to my car. He was trailing

behind me like a lost puppy.

“That stinks,” he told me and I shrugged.

“I get paid so I don’t mind.” In all honesty, it’s kind of

a bummer. I do the homework I can in the 2 hour

gap between the end of my school day and the start

of work. I have no other time for anything. “Why do

you ask?”

“Well, you said you wanted to meet my sisters,” he

shrugged. “And I know you won’t meet them in

school because well, you don’t even want to meet

me in school.”

“Maybe next week,” I shrugged before getting into

my car. He waved at me while he backed up. I

smirked as my car roared to life. I don’t even know

what type of car he drives, if he drives.

***

“What’s up with the hottie that you’ve been talking to

lately, he ask you out yet?” Mere asked while flipping

through her magazine. I shook my head, a look of

disgust clear on my features.

“I’m barely the guy’s friend never mind love interest,

Mere. Besides, he’s quite annoying if you ask me,” I

scoffed and she furrowed her eyebrows.

“But he’s hot,” she countered. I shook my head with

a sigh. “As long as he’s hot he can be as annoying as

he wants.”

“Not everything’s about looks, Mere, personality is

important, too,” I informed her. “But his personality’s

saltines, too.”

“And why is that?” she spit her gum into the trash

bin.

“He can’t take an insult if it’s served to him on a silver

platter. He brushes them off like fuzz on a shirt,” I

leaned on the counter, my arms folded.

“How’s that bad?” Mere asked in confusion.

“He won’t stop bothering me! Even if I tell him to ‘lay

off,’ he keeps following me and sitting next to me,” I

placed my head on the counter.

“Maybe he just wants to be friends,” she suggested. I

looked up at her and scoffed, shaking my head.

“Why would he choose me to be friends with? Of all

people?” I hoisted myself onto the counter, sitting

beside Mere.

“You’re funny and pretty,” she smiled and I let out a

bark of laughter. My glasses fell down the tip of my

nose and I quickly adjusted them.

“You’re funny and a liar,” I countered.

“I’m being serious, Van,” she rolled her eyes, closing

her magazine and turning to me. “What happened to

the guy at the library? You never finished that story.”

“That’s him,” I told her.

“You mean the hottie is the library guy, too?” she

asked, her eyes widening slightly.

“Jonah is the library guy,” I clarified. She gave me a

flat look before letting out a frustrated groan.

“You have it so easy with guys!” I gaped at her.

“Easy? The last boyfriend I had dumped me after 2

months,” I told her and she rolled her eyes.

“You were 15; when somebody tells you they love

you, you’re going to believe it,” she sighed. I

furrowed my eyebrows.

“Did you just recite Taylor Swift lyrics?” I asked.

“That’s not the point, Van!” she cried out. “This guy is

destined to be yours. Trust me! I mean, don’t you

see the signs? You see him at the library where he

shamelessly flirts with you and then you-,” she was

cut off by my ringtone.