When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E32

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E32

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I shook my head before glancing back at my burger.

My stomach feels weird. I think I might be getting

sick. “We all know that’s not going to happen, right

Savannah? You totally don’t like me, right?”

I kicked Jonah in his shin at his implication. He thinks

I like him. “I’m going to tell you something right

now, Jonah, the reason why I’m always mean to

you is because I don’t like you. Would it really make

sense for me to be mean to you if I had a crush on

you? I insist that you find some friends because I’m

done talking to you. Stay away from me, okay?”

Instead of waiting for a reply, I opened the ketchup

packet and unleashed it in his dark, fluffy hair. Fluffy?

I then stormed off into the school building and to my

next class.

***

Jonah didn’t sit next to me in history. Instead, he sat

next to Waverly who was drooling in his presence.

Jonah’s hair was damp and it was obvious that he

got the ketchup out, but I bet his hair still smells like

it. I turned my glare from Waverly to my paper.

Why was I even glaring at Waverly? She didn’t do

anything wrong! I wasn’t the only one glaring at her,

though. Lindsay was tucked in the back of the room

with a sour look on her face.

Mr. G was a bit confused, too, like myself. He

thought that Jonah and I were ‘besties.’ I know what

I did was bad. I realized that five seconds after I did

it. But then again, he would’ve assumed I was crazy

if I dumped ketchup in his hair and then frantically

apologized before helping him get cleaned up. Right

now, I feel like slamming my head on a table. Why

did I do that?

Francis found the pained and annoyed loook on my

face amusing. He even looked happier than usual.

“What happened with you and lover-boy?”

I glared at the boy in front of me, my eyes

narrowed. “We were never ‘lovers’ and I told him to

get lost.”

“Waverly happily found him, don’t you think?”

Francis snorted as my gaze turned to Jonah and

Waverly. Waverly was giggling and curling her hair

around her finger. She was honestly a pretty girl,

maybe she wore a bit too much eye makeup but she

was pretty, nonetheless.

She had curly brown hair, unlike my frizzy, untamed

brown curls, and her blue eyes were way better than

my dark brown ones. Her eyes held curiosity and

kindness while mine held anger and danger. Why

are you comparing yourself to Waverly? She

laughed at something Jonah said. I can’t see Jonah,

just his back. I narrowed my eyes and glared at my

desk; she didn’t do anything wrong. I did this to

myself. I’m the one that wrecked Jonah’s fluffy hair

with ketchup. He could be sitting next to me right

now if I hadn’t done that.

“Do I sense jealousy?” Francis laughed. I turned to

him and glared at him.

“Why would I be jealous?” I asked, genuinely

curious.

“You’re no longer of his interest. He’s replaced you

with Waverly, who is, no doubt, hotter than you

are,” he looked at Waverly before looking back at

me.

“Whatever, good to know,” I rolled my eyes. Me?

Jealous of Waverly? For Jonah’s attention? No thank

you.

***

The looks I got in the hallway were different, too.

Instead of people ignoring me like they did when I

was with Jonah, they were now staring at me as if I

was the cover of a new Seventeen or ESPN

Magazine. I even heard a few remarks, ‘Jonah finally

came to his senses and ditched her.’ I also heard my

fair share of, ‘Jonah’s on the market? Great.’