When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E55

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E55

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 55

“I’m 16, too. I’m turning 17 in January,” he grinned.

“February,” I laughed.

“I’m older than you,” he teased and I pouted

playfully.

“What school do you go to?” I asked.

“Your school, NV; I’m in your English class. You

always have your head in a book though, probably

texting, but I’m not one to judge,” he smiled and I

closed my eyes for a moment.

“You’re Caleb Quinn! You sit in the back and

constantly tap your pencil,” I exclaimed and he

nodded.

“I play the drums for the band too,” he told me and I

smiled.

“You’ll have to play for me, some day,” I told him. I

hope I sound flirty and not desperate. “That’s if you

want to.”

He nodded. “Of course.” I nodded along with him.

“I’ll play the drums for you if you dance with me.

Sound fair?”

I just laughed before nodding. “Fair enough.”

~~~

After dancing with Caleb for a few songs, he

apologized for having to leave. We even exchanged

numbers! I internally screamed but managed to look

cool on the outside even though I’m 99.9% sure I

was smiling like an idiot.

I searched for Sierra and I found her giggling with

the boy named Blake. She introduced me to him.

“Blake, this is Savannah; Savannah, this is Blake.”

“Hello, Savannah,” Blake smiled at me.

“Hey, Blake,” I waved at him before turning to Sierra.

“I got this boy’s number.”

She giggled with me. “Really? What’s his name?” she

asked.

“Caleb!” I smiled and she nodded, giving me a high

five. I coolly nodded before turning back to Blake

who had an amused look on his face. “I’ll leave you

two to whatever it is you were doing before I

showed up…keep it PG,” I winked and Sierra blushed

before kicking me in the leg.

I stumbled away from them, groaning from the pain

in my leg. The DJ announced that in just 25 minutes,

we’re going to be doing the secret event. It was

already 11:30? What would happen if I really had to

go home by 12? I would be late! I walked over to

Percy who just put down the microphone.

“Have a song request, little cousin?” Percy asked as

he scrolled through the list of songs. I shook my

head but smiled hopefully. He sighed, blowing out a

breath of air. “What is it?”

“What is happening at midnight?” I asked him,

loitering around the DJ stand.

He watched as I innocently leaned against the table. “I

can’t tell you that,” he responded. I furrowed my

eyebrows.

“Why not?” I frowned.

“You’ll leave,” he casually said. I was slightly

shocked. Was it something bad? Was a drug trade

going down here? Would I be caught in gunfire? “It’s

not anything dangerous so stop imagining.”

I glared at him for a moment. “I wasn’t imagining

that. I was actually imagining Channing Tatum.”

“Good to know…are you having a good time? I mean

here, not imagining about Channing Tatum. That

would be a weird question,” my cousin asked as he

played a different song.

I nodded my head as I chuckled. “I even got

someone’s phone number.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is he a minor?” I nodded.