When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E38

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E38

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 38

“Go where?” I questioned as we approached the

corner where our cars are parked.

“Winter Wonderland,” he clarified. I snorted, shaking

my head. Just the name was enough to spark me

‘let’s sit at home in our pajamas and watch movies’

nerve.

“No…are you?” I asked as I dug my hands into my

jacket pockets.

“I don’t want to,” he shrugged. “I’m probably going

to make an excuse as to why I can’t go…or maybe I

won’t answer her calls.”

“Why?” I asked, an unexplained hopefulness rising in

my chest. “That’s rude, you know. She likes you,” I

told him.

“A whole three and a half hours listening to her go

on about how much her dress costs doesn’t seem

like much fun to me,” he shrugged. Was that a good

enough answer for me? Did that determine if he likes

her or not?

“She’ll probably ask you to dance,” What are you

trying to do? Get him to go with her? I thought you

don’t want them to go together! I don’t. Then what

are you doing? Shut up; this is how I get more

information.

“I don’t like to dance,” he gave me a flat look.

“Sorry, you just come off as a samba and salsa type

of guy,” I smiled. He rolled his eyes but I could see

the corners of his lips rising.

“I would go if, I don’t know, maybe somebody else

asked-,” he started to say but was cut off by

Sabrina’s high pitched shout. I internally cursed the

girl. What was he going to say? Don’t get your

hopes up. Aren’t you in charge of that, brain?

“Come on, Jonah! I’m freezing!” She shouted as she

hugged herself. The girl was wearing a thin pair of

jeans and a white long sleeved shirt, no sweater in

sight. Sierra, on the other hand, was lying on the

back of the car, making snow angels in the four

inches that gathered since 7 this morning.

“Get off of my car!” Jonah squealed as he yanked

Sierra off of his prized possession. “And it’s not my

fault you didn’t bring a jacket.”

“Fashion doesn’t involve a large, puffy jacket!”

Sabrina cried out as she yanked on the door handle.

He still didn’t unlock the car yet.

“But freezing to death does,” Sierra muttered under

her breath. Jonah unlocked the car and his sister got

in. He started wiping off the windows while Sierra

walked over to me.

“How are you?” I smiled.

She groaned. “I have to deal with Jonah, the neat

freak, and Sabrina, the whiner, every single day.”

I puckered out my lower lip. “My brother is like

Sabrina, a whiner, but he’s extremely messy.”

“I just can’t wait until I get home. I can go and

barricade myself in my room, away from Sabrina,”

she sighed.

“There has to be some good points about her,” I

smiled slightly.

“There are, I guess,” she frowned.

“Sierra?” a boy, who I’m assuming is a freshman,

spoke. Sierra turned and as if she was hit with a love

spell, she stuttered and nodded.

“Yeah, that’s me,” she nodded, brushing her hair out

of her face.

The boy smiled. How romantic. “Where’s Sabrina?”

As soon as the romance appeared, it left. Sierra

sighed and pointed to the car.

I found myself clenching my teeth at the boy. I

suddenly felt bad for Sierra. Although the two girls

were twins and looked exactly alike, guys always

went for girls that are…girlish instead of girls that are

‘one of the guys.’ I watched as Sabrina opened the

car door and looked at the boy. She didn’t even

bother to stand up.“Yes?” she asked as she raised an

eyebrow.