When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E46

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E46

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“To the bathroom,” I quickly answered. He slowly

leaned back, eyes meeting mine as he pursed his lips

and tilted his head to the side. I slowly allowed my

back to straighten out as he examined my face.

“I don’t believe that,” he replied, clicking his tongue.

His eyes traveled down to my jeans. “What’s that

sticking out of your pocket?”

My mind began to race. I didn’t empty out my

pockets at home or in my car. “My underwear,” I

told him. Horrified by my ‘on the spot’ lie, my jaw

clenched at how stupid I sounded.

“Can I see them?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. He

went to reach his hand down to my pocket but I

slapped it away.

“No, you pervert,” I scoffed. I lifted my chin slightly

as I crossed my arms. Before I could even say

anything, he reached his hand down and swiped the

small square of teal cloth out of my pocket and held

it in front of my face.

In an attempt to get it back from it, I swiped my

hand and tried to grab it but he quickly turned

around. I jumped onto his back and reached my

hand over his shoulder in an attempt to get the cloth

back. “Give me back my underwear!”

“It’s not your underwear!” he replied, trying to

wriggle me off of him by moving. I latched onto him

like one of those monkeys you win at a fair.

“Give it back!” I replied, reaching over him a bit too

far. I started to fall over his shoulder and into a pile of

empty boxes. He tried to make a run for it but I

wrapped my hands around his leg.

“Let go of me,” he reached down and tried to pry

my hands off of him, dropping the cloth onto the

floor. I grabbed it with my mouth and dived away

from him, accidentally trapping myself in the corner.

“Give me the cloth.”

I started growling at him with the cloth in my

mouth. He took a step back and I took that time to

shove the cloth into my back pocket and sit back

down. “Give me the cloth, Savannah.”

“No,” I told him and he tried to yank my arms so I’d

stand up but I quickly laid down. He tried to grab my

hands but I put them under my back. He glared at

me and I stuck my tongue out at him. “Loser.”

In a second’s time, he was leaning over, tickling me

like a lunatic and I was laughing loudly. I cringed

away from him when the tickling became painful and

he was smirking down at me. “Stop!” I barked

through laughs.

“No, I don’t want to,” Jonah laughed evilly. “This is

fun.”

“G-get off of m-me,” I laughed loudly, pushing him

but he wasn’t moving.

Ms. Antoinette cleared her throat. “Employees only,

young man.”

Jonah slowly stood up and nodded while I sat up on

the floor, trying to catch my breath. A small smile

was playing on her lips. “Who are you?”

“I’m Jonah,” he quickly replied, standing up straight

and smiling at her. When I finally stood up, Jonah

stood beside me. “Well, I better get going. Have fun,

Savannah,” Jonah said mischievously. I furrowed

my eyebrows as I watched him pull the teal cloth out

of his pocket. My mouth was gaping open.

“Close your mouth dear, you’ll catch flies,” Ms.

Antoinette smiled.