When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E111

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E111

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 111

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“Savannah, your locker is ringing,” I tilted my head

back and let out a frustrated groan, earning the

attention of more customers. I looked at Mere and

she nodded, mentally agreeing to work the register

until I get back. I stomped to the employee lounge

and opened my locker, allowing the door of the

locker to crash into the one beside it.

I looked at the calls. They were a mixture Sabrina,

Waverly, and Jonah. I have no clue why Sabrina’s

calling but it might be her trying to tell me to answer

my phone for Jonah so he’d stop complaining.

I know exactly why Waverly’s calling; it might have

something to do with the fact that I almost ran her

over while backing out of the parking lot. It’s not my

fault she ran full speed at my car, demanding I

explain why the rumor that Jonah and I are dating

was floating around. It also wasn’t helping that Jonah

openly held my hand and walked me to my car. He

even went as far as to peck my cheek…again.

I sighed and called Jonah. The phone didn’t even ring;

Jonah’s voice was the first thing I heard: “Savannah.”

He sounded panicked and I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Jonah,” I mimicked.

“I-I don’t know what to do. It’s Sierra; she’s crying

and she doesn’t want anybody to go near her. She

locked Sabrina out of their room and she’s

threatening us if we try and go into the room. I don’t

know why she’s doing this!” Jonah explained and I

sat down in a chair beside the vending machine.

I thought for a moment. “Does it have something to

do with Blake?”

Jonah was quiet. “I’ll murder him.”

“Calm down and ask her, Jo-Bro,” I replied and I

heard a knock.

I heard a loud, muffled cry and I winced. “Does this

whole shenanigan have something to do with Blake?”

“Don’t say his name!” I exclaimed and Jonah

groaned.

“Does this have something to do with he who shall

not be named?” Jonah asked and I snorted.

“Since when is she in a relationship with Lord

Voldemort?” I asked.

“Lord Voldemort?” a quiet voice asked. I could tell

that it was Sierra.

“No…Blake,” Jonah replied and Sierra started sobbing

again. “Savannah,” he drawled tiredly.

“Yeah?” I asked and he groaned.

“What do I do?” he inquired.

I thought for a moment. “Can you try and get her on

the phone?”

“That requires her opening the door,” he told me.

“Can you try?” I asked. I tapped on the vending

machine rhythmically.

“Please?”

He sighed before knocking on the door. “Sierra…

Savannah wants to talk to you.”

I heard a door opening and slamming shut. I heard

shuffling as I patiently waited. “Hello?”

“Sierra?” I asked. She sounded tired, like she’d been

crying…a lot. I frowned.

“Yeah,” she confirmed and I frowned deeper.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her. I was greeted with the

response of silence. “Sierra.”

“Why are boys so stupid?” Sierra replied and I

sighed.

“I wish I knew; trust me,” I muttered.