When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E43

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E43

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

My phone rang and I immediately reached for it,

pressing it to my ear as I answered the call.

“Savannah? I had a great time with Waverly.”

“Really?” I asked, slightly disappointed. I tried not to

show it. So what if he had a good time with her? It

doesn’t mean that they’re dating.

“Yeah, I asked her to be my girlfriend,” Jonah told

me. Who cares? Not me.

“You did?” I heard my voice quaver.

I heard him laugh. “Yes, I realized her beauty a while

ago, but I thought she was shallow. Turns out, she’s

smart, likes video games, and she speaks her mind.”

“That’s me! I like video games! I speak my mind! I’m

not very smart though, but Waverly isn’t smart!

She’s shallow!” I cried out.

My alarm shook me awake and I immediately sat up,

my eyes bugging out of my head. Did I just dream

about Jonah? And Waverly? Being together? And I

was jealous? I shook the thoughts out of my head

and stood up.

It’s Wednesday, the day where I could be spending

the hours after school talking to Jonah but instead I

have to report to work. Monday and Tuesday were

snow days and I either sat on my bed playing video

games, scrolling on the internet, or talking on the

phone with Jonah.

At first, our conversations were about how he was

going to get out of his date with Waverly. After that

topic passed, it was him asking me what the dance

was like. Seeing as I’ve been to the dance once with

my ex and it was last year, I wasn’t exactly sure. I

spent the whole night ogling my then boyfriend

instead of hanging out with the friends I did have.

***

When I got to school, it went by in a blur. I talked to

Jonah every now and then but I avoided him

whenever Waverly was by his side, which was

always. In all of the classes, the teachers went on

about their plans for the holidays which usually

included flying out to see family. When lunch came

around, I realized that my table was still buried under

at least a foot of snow and I had no place to sit

unless I sat with Waverly.

“Hey,” Jonah greeted me.

I turned to see Jonah, who was finally alone,

standing beside me in the lunch line. Waverly was

already at the table, her salad placed in front of her.

“Hey.”

“Are you still angry about the salad joke?” Jonah

winced at the memory.

Earlier today, Jonah was talking to me and Waverly

decided to hobble over (like a little witch) and I

ignored how she protectively latched onto Jonah like

he was her property. He asked what we were having

for lunch today and Waverly laughed and replied that

she was having a salad. She then proceeded to poke

my stomach and say ‘maybe you should have one,

too, Samantha.’ She even got my name wrong, for

crying out loud.

“No, I’m okay,” I shrugged carelessly. I wasn’t lying

but I wasn’t telling the truth; what she did

embarrassed me and that’s what she wanted to

happen. I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of

getting upset.

After we paid for our lunches, Jonah already

convinced me to sit at the table with him. I just

shrugged and sat down, trying to ignore Waverly’s

glare. 10 minutes into the conversation, I learned that

Waverly’s dress was a teal color and she had gray

pumps, she also had her dress in the locker room

because she knew her mother wouldn’t approve of

the dress. She explained how she was going to get

ready at school aside from going home to shower

and do her hair and makeup.

I couldn’t take the talk of her dress anymore and

Jonah’s matching tie so I abruptly stood up, giving

them the excuse that I had to use the bathroom and

walked away, in the direction of the exit. I tossed my

food in the trash can before I began aimlessly walked

around. We had twenty minutes left until lunch was

over.