When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E85

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E85

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 85

“You looked pretty,” I felt my stomach flip in

anxiousness. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be

him. “Pretty…pretty ugly.”

I shoved away from him, listening to his

condescending laughter. Despite the cruel insult, I felt

a sense of relief run through my body. Maybe even a

little hope.

~~~

I entered my job, sighing loudly. Mere glanced at me

and grinned. Her date with my brother is this Friday

and she can’t be happier. Lucky her. “How are you?”

I grinned at her. “Just peachy,” I replied in a sarcastic

voice. She sat on the counter with a grin on her face,

except this one was real.

“What am I going to wear?” she asked me and I

shrugged carelessly.

I placed my name tag on my shirt. “Well, seeing as

this person is my brother, you could wear a Barney

costume and win him over.” Her eyes sparkled and I

took a step forward, holding my hands out. “I’m not

saying that you should, though.”

She groaned. “Then what should I wear?”

I rolled my eyes. “Anything, wear anything,” I

retorted, grabbing the broom and casually sweeping.

Mere is on register duty today.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked me and I

shook my head.

“It’s nothing,” I sent her a warning glare and

thankfully, she didn’t press.

~~~

Once I got home, I took a shower. I always bring

my phone into the bathroom and today, I proved

that it’s a mistake. My phone was incessantly ringing

and I couldn’t answer it in fear of ruining the cellular

device.

Once I got dressed, I decided to call whoever

decided to spam my phone with calls. I didn’t bother

to glance at the number and just clicked around until

I heard the familiar ringing. Whatever it is, it better be

important. “Hello?”

“Savannah? I’ve been calling you nonstop!”

Waverly’s annoying voice caused me to face palm. I

internally debated whether I should just hang up and

not answer her calls again. I decided against it

because she must be calling for something

important. “I have to talk to you about Jonah.” And

there goes my theory out the window.

“What?” I snapped angrily. My eyes widened slightly.

Where had that come from?

Waverly didn’t take a second to reply. “Watch your

tone with me. As of right now, you’re in the clear

thanks to Jonah.”

“What are you talking about?” I retorted, staring at

myself in the mirror. My hair was up in a messy bun

and I was making funny faces.

She sighed exaggeratedly. “My dress! Of course you

heard about it! It was ruined, ripped, shredded!”

“Your dress?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. I felt a

smirk tugging at my lips. “You mean the one you

went on and on about?”

“Yes, that dress!” she snapped. “My first suspect was

you! But Jonah said you weren’t anywhere near my

dress.”

“And you believed Jonah?” I asked her slowly. She

made a sound of confirmation. Jonah had lied for

me. He had lied for me to Waverly.

“He wouldn’t lie to me,” she replied jauntily. I rolled

my eyes, pursing my lips.