Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 81
“I meant you, genius.” I punched his arm and he
looked at me.
“We all know you don’t mean that,” he stared at me
while I nodded my head.
“Oh, but I do,” I told him and he narrowed his eyes.
“What can we do?” Sabrina interrupted our stare-off
with her whining.
“We can always play spin the bottle.” Weston
suggested.
“You guys are related!” I stared at him as he nodded
his head, frowning.
“Don’t blame me, Miss Kill-My-Ideas. I’m just trying
to help!” West frowned, causing Jonah to sigh.
“He lacks in brain cells,” Jonah whispered to me and I
laughed.
“But my body makes up for it,” Weston winked
while I rolled my eyes. “Speaking of my beautiful
body, JHS’s football team is playing against your
school’s football team when we go back to school.”
“We should all go!” Georgia grinned and I frowned.
Shaw is on the football team. I glanced at Jonah and
his face mirrored my own.
“We made an enemy, or two, or three who just so
happen to be on the football team,” Jonah laughed
awkwardly.
“Who?” Weston asked us and I bit my lip.
“Jeffrey Shaw and friends,” I informed him.
“I know him; the guys indestructible,” Weston
laughed.
“Didn’t he have a bruise on his face not too long ago?
Somebody can take him down,” Georgia retorted.
“Yeah, the girl to my right,” Jonah muttered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” West asked.
“She gave him the bruise; she punched the guy
straight in the face with no remorse,” Jonah told
West whose eyes were wide.
“Seriously? This pipsqueak punched him?” West
asked and I nodded.
“Then how did he become your enemy?” West
asked Jonah.
“She shouted at the guy that I said he takes steroids
and the next thing you know, we’re in a high speed
chase. We ended up in a closet and when he came
in, she punched him,” Jonah explained.
As if imagining the scene break out in their minds,
the four listeners laughed loudly. Georgia was
holding her stomach. I rolled my eyes. “Glad our
adventures amuse you.”
“I just wish we could witness some of your hilarity
first hand,” Weston chuckled. I smirked.
“I have an idea.”
~~~
“Hello?” Waverly’s voice entered the phone. I had her
on speaker and I was planning on pranking her.
“Is this Waverly?” I asked in a nasally voice.
“Yes,” she replied.
I made a loud coughing sound. “Where have you
been? Your appointment was at 6!” I snapped.
Hopefully, she didn’t catch onto the fact that it’s New
Year’s Eve and almost all stores and offices are
closed. “What appointment?”
“Your breast implants; it was today!” I explained and
Weston placed a fist in his mouth. Jonah was sitting
beside me, his arms wrapped around his legs and
his head buried in them, shaking with laughter.
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