When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E88

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E88

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 88

“I don’t know! He wasn’t kissing back! He was just

standing there like a brick wall!” I snapped.

She sighed. “It must be Jonah then.”

“It isn’t! He doesn’t like me! It had to be somebody

else,” I explained.

“Well, why don’t we find out?” she starting digging in

her pocket and fished out her cell phone. I wrestled it

away from her and shook my head.

“You aren’t calling him!” I snapped and she rolled her

eyes.

“Why not?” she asked.

“It’ll make things so awkward!” I replied and she

narrowed her eyes. “’Hey Jonah, I was just

wondering if you nearly made out with Savannah at

that thing we went to on Christmas Eve,’” I imitated

her.

“You’re scared that it’s Francis, aren’t you? You want

it to be Jonah,” she accused.

“What!? No!” I began to defend myself but she cut

me off.

“You like Jonah, don’t you, Savannah? As in like like.

You have a crush on him!” she squealed and I shook

my head vigorously.

“I don’t, Sabrina. I just rather it’d be him, someone I

could tolerate, rather than Francis, someone who’s a

complete jerk!” My theory was mostly to convince

myself and it just so happened to convince Sabrina.

She pursed her lips before she sighed. “Okay, fine.”

I stared at her. “Okay? Fine? What’s that supposed to

mean?”

“It means exactly what it is,” she replied, placing her

hands on her hips.

I furrowed my eyebrows. “You’re going tell Jonah

about this, aren’t you?”

She shrugged. “I am… unless, you do something for

me.”

I ran my hands down my face before I sighed.

“What do you want me to do?”

She grinned. “Wait right here.”

~~~

Where is she? Sabrina told me to ‘wait right here’

twenty minutes ago and I’m getting impatient. I

heard a mass amount of giggling and I watched as

Sabrina emerged from the large crowd of 6 girls

with large bags.

“What are you doing?” I hissed as she ran ahead of

them.

“Jonah’s car isn’t big enough to fit all of us and we

need to get to the mall,” she replied and I narrowed

my eyes.

“And you expect me to bring you there?” I asked her

and she nodded.

“Your car is huge!” she exclaimed, pointing to my

baby.

I shook my head. “No, I’m not doing it. Have fun

walking,” I replied, walking towards my car.

She pulled out her phone. I turned and watched as

she pressed ‘speaker.’ “Hey, Jonah?”

“Yes?” Jonah’s tired voice replied.

“I have something to tell you about Savannah,” she

said and I ripped the phone out of her hand.

“I’m bringing her to the mall, don’t worry; she’s in

safe hands,” I quickly ended the call and gave the

phone back to her. “Okay, I’ll do it but I have rules.”

“Girls,” I earned the girls attention by just saying that.

“I have some rules. There will be no eating in my car;

no putting on makeup in my car; no perfume in my

car; no gum in my car; no smoking in my car; no

drinking in my car; and absolutely no dirty shoes in

my car.”