When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E31

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E31

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 31

I slowly peeked out from behind the tree. I was

hiding in my front yard, avoiding Jeremiah’s rage. It

was 9:26 PM and I’m waiting for him to bring out the

trash. When he does that, I’ll dart inside and all will

be well. Well, that’s if I make it to my room.

Jeremiah exited the house, whistling cheerfully. He

glanced around for my car; which I sneakily parked a

block away, which is out of sight from here. When

he reached the trashcan, I dived out from behind the

bush and raced inside. I heard my brother’s

footsteps behind me but I continued running.

When I reached the third flight of stairs, I was

already tired. Sneak attacks take a lot out of you. The

only thing I want to be attacking is my bed. “Come

back here, Savannah!”

I whimpered as I slipped out of his grip and raced

into my room, slamming my back against the door.

I heard the blood pounding in my ears and my

heavy breathing was the only other thing making

noise in the room. I quickly locked the door before

sliding my back down the wooden barrier.

I know one person scarier than Jeffrey Shaw when

he’s angry.

Jeremiah Harp.

***

I sat down at the lunch table, a fresh layer of snow

coating the floor lightly. I ignored it and continued

opening my juice. I heard the familiar squeaking of

the bench beneath someone, and that someone is

Jonah.

“Hey,” his cheerful voice annoyed me even more. I

barely got out of the house today because of him.

My brother is still harassing me about how he thinks

I have a crush on this idiot. I had to stay in my room

all of Sunday, which I don’t mind much but having

to have my mother squeeze a plate through the door

wasn’t so pleasant. Times like these, I’m glad I have a

connected bathroom.

“What?” my usual snappy retort had been long

gone, now I was just being vicious.

I glanced up at him. His nose is red and his hair is

blowing with the heavy winds. Snowflakes dropped

onto his hair before slowly melting away. His cheeks

are grazed with a light pink due to the cold. His light

pink lips were pursed and his eyebrows were slightly

furrowed. He’s so hot. I clenched my teeth.

Idiot, idiot, idiot. And I don’t know if I’m talking about

him or me.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked as he

unwrapped his burrito. I rolled my lips into my

mouth and tore my gaze from him.

“Yes,” I hissed, glaring at the table.

“What did I do this time?” he asked. I felt his eyes fix

on me but I ignored them as I moved my burger

around on my plate. I lost my appetite, which I spent

all day building up. My stomach had formed some

other filler the moment I looked at Jonah and I wasn’t

too happy about it.

“Well, firstly, you’re still hanging around me and it’s

the third week of school for you. Secondly, you talk

to my brother. And thirdly, he thinks I like you,” I

tightened my grip on the ketchup packet in my hand.

It threatened to pop so I loosened my grip on it, but

still kept it nestled in my hand.

Jonah was silent. “Isn’t it obvious that you don’t like

me?” he asked.

“Yes, but he thinks I like you,” I let out an annoyed

sigh.

“Liking as in a crush?” Jonah sounded amused. The

idiot sounded amused. Of all things, amusement

was not the right thing in this situation. My head

snapped up; another wrong thing to do in this

situation.

Jonah’s lips were pulled back into an open mouthed

smile, revealing his white teeth. How many times

does he brush them? He had a bottle of Sprite in his

right hand. His left hand was under his chin. His

playful eyes locked with my narrowed, angry ones;

he quirked an eyebrow before running his tongue

across his lips.