Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27
As I approached the table, I reached into my pocket
and pulled out a small packet of hot sauce. Jonah
furrowed his eyebrows. “Did you just pull hot sauce
out of your pocket?”
I nodded. “Yes, I can’t go without it,” I replied calmly,
devouring the taco in about 3 seconds. Okay, maybe
it took about 4 minutes.
Once I finished, Sabrina’s head darted up. “Let’s get
shopping!” she smiled widely and Sierra frowned,
pointing to her unfinished fries while Jonah scarfed
down the rest of his burger.
“No, no, and no,” Jonah glared at Sabrina who just
stepped out of the changing room with a low cut
top, high wedges and extremely short shorts. Sure
she had leggings under them but the outfit shouldn’t
be worn by a twenty year old, never mind a
fourteen year old.
“Why not? I have leggings on,” she whined, leaning
her weight on her left foot. Her hand was placed on
her hip and she was chewing her gum obnoxiously
“I don’t care if you have leggings on. If you bend
over, everything will be on view,” he snapped.
“So?” my jaw went slack at this comment and I
obviously wasn’t the only one. When Sierra saw my
expression, she glanced at me with an equally
surprised look, mouthing the words ‘I swear I’m not
like that.’ I almost laughed. Jonah was just as
shocked. He also had a hint of anger on his face.
“Go change,” he groaned in frustration. She went to
argue but he glared at her and she stomped back
into the fitting room. “Goodness, that girl is
“Just like you,” I smiled at him. He smiled and rolled
his eyes at me before glaring at the changing room
his sister was in. I don’t know why, maybe it was
the perfume in the air, but seeing him angry made
me a bit sad. He was usually a happy person but
now that he was angry, the aura of the room
changed. He was leaning against the wall and tapping
his foot with an annoyed look on his face.
He actually looked quite hot while doing so and that
was another thing I didn’t like. It caught me off guard
that he could look hot. Even though he’s already
good looking, it’s weird to just openly admit it.
Especially since the boy is as annoying as he is.
“It’s different, I don’t go around wearing short shorts
and low cut tops with wedges,” he replied, a small
smile hinting at his lips. I winced at the mental image.
“Jonah, I can imagine you leaning on your
motorcycle like the girls on the magazines. Oh my
God, the mental images. Ew, why Jonah?” Sierra was
holding her head between her hands. My ears perked
“Motorcycle?” I asked, turning to face Jonah who was
laughing at his sister’s expense.
“I have a motorcycle. And a car; I have a car and a
motorcycle.” How come I never heard of this?
“He had this whole bad boy thing going on in
California. That’s half of the reason why we moved;
he kept getting into trouble,” Sierra groaned, shaking
He just stayed silent for a moment. I thought he was
offended or maybe even annoyed at his sister’s lack
of filter. “I was a hot bad boy.” I don’t doubt it.
I let out a loud laugh, buckling over. I placed my
hands on my knees as I guffawed. Sierra was
laughing, too. “You? A bad boy? And a hot one at
that? Yeah, right.”
When I finally stopped laughing, Sabrina exited the
stall. “Is this okay?” she was wearing red super
skinny jeans, I was afraid they’d cut off her
circulation. She had a black crop top on without a
shirt underneath it and she had red flats on.