When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E36

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E36

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 36

When I sat down, he pulled a chair out from beside

me and plopped into the seat like it was an everyday

thing. He continued talking to me and I tried my best

to hold back from saying any rude responses. I

managed well. We talked until the teacher started

teaching. I fought off a smile. It felt better like this.

***

When I got to lunch, I looked out the window while

standing in the lunch line and realized that it was

snowing really hard, too hard to eat out there,

without freezing to death, that is. The table that I ate

at was covered in 2 inches of snow already. We

were supposed to be getting a storm this weekend.

It wouldn’t be anything that a snowplow couldn’t fix

but it was going to be enough to have people

complaining about the walk to their mailbox.

I sighed when I looked around to see no empty

tables. “Deciding to be civilized today?” I turned

around to see Jonah holding his tray in one hand and

his other stuffed in his pocket. Is that really

necessary? Does he have to show off and hold the

tray with one hand? I had the sudden urge to bump

into him but knowing him; he’d probably contort and

grab the tray with his tongue while still managing to

look cool.

“I’d rather not be but it has come to this,” I frowned.

“My table is covered in snow.” I bit my lip.

“We could always sit with Waverly and her friends,”

he shrugged. We? “As far as I know, they don’t have

a problem with you.”

But I have a problem with her. I weighed my

options: go to the bathroom, pick a stall and hope

nobody left a little gift, or sit with Waverly’s group

and hope they’re as nice as Jonah says they are. “Are

you sure they’d be okay with it?” I asked him.

Jonah grinned. “Of course.”

***

“Hi!” Waverly was surprisingly okay with me sitting

with them. I sensed falseness to her large grin. It’s

like she was expecting it, almost. She probably

doesn’t see me as competition; I don’t even see me

as competition.

“Hello,” I plastered a smile on my face. I slowly sat

down beside Jonah. I was stuck between a guy I

didn’t know and Jonah. I expected the table to be full

of gossiping girls. That’s what I’d seen in the movies,

at least.

“I’m Waverly; this is Ainsley, Hailey, Jacob, Wyatt,

Greg, and of course you know Jonah,” Waverly

introduced.

Ainsley was a small blonde girl who was snuggled

up against Greg. I think she was the one who

Waverly was talking to in the hallway. And as far as

Greg goes, I recognize him from the student council;

he constantly gave speeches and such. His hair was

as black as the black beans on his plate. The couple

was seated beside Hailey, a taller Asian girl who had

a pixie cut, she was giggling at something Wyatt said

to her. Wyatt had chocolate colored skin and a

shaved head. He had a bright smile which he was

showing me. Jacob was the boy I was sitting next to.

Raising his head from his entwined arms on the

table, he looked up at me and flashed me a

breathtaking smile. It surprised me. He had brown

cropped hair and kind green eyes. How come I

hadn’t noticed him before?

“I’m Savannah,” I smiled at the group of people.

They all said their hellos before casually turning and

talking to the person they were sitting next to. I was

awkwardly excluded from conversation as Waverly

leaned over Jacob in order to talk to Jonah.

“Hey, J,” She called him J? How original.

He better not call her ‘Wave;’ that’s an action, Jonah,

not a nickname. “Hey, Waverly,” he smiled. Thank

goodness.