When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E116

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E116

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 116

“I talked to Waverly in third period,” Jonah

announced as he swung our hands together. I

turned to look at him, a confused look on my face.

“Well, at first, she started yelling at me for cheating

on her.”

I snorted. “What’d you say?”

“I told her that I don’t like her and that there wasn’t

anything going on between me and her. She glared

at me before she decided to start ignoring me,” he

replied with a shrug.

“That’s it?” I asked him and he shook his head.

“A minute later, she turned and asked me why I’m

dating you to which I replied because I like you;

you’re smart, funny, and pretty,” he replied casually,

as if his words were nothing. I felt my face

reddening. He doesn’t mean it, Savannah. Stop

blushing like a lunatic, please, you’re embarrassing

me.

“And what happened next?” I asked him.

He looked at me, taking in my red face before he

smiled. “She walked out of the classroom.”

We walked around aimlessly until the bell rang. He

walked me to my car, while swinging our hands-

something I’ve become accustomed to. “My parents

are coming home this weekend. They want to meet

you.”

“They know who I am?” I asked and he nodded.

He looked at the ground sheepishly. “I may or may

not have told them that we’re dating.”

I felt a proud feeling form in my stomach. He told

them that we’re dating? “Why?”

He shrugged. “Technically, we are.”

I thought for a moment before nodding. “Okay.

Anything I should know?”

“The exact day that we started dating is January 17th

and you may or may not be questioned,” Jonah

stated innocently.

I sighed. “What else may or may not happen?” I

asked.

He thought for a moment. “I may or may not ask

you to go to the Valentine’s Day dance with me. Just

in case you were wondering, that was me asking

you to the Valentine’s Day dance.”

“No,” I stated and his face fell. “But we can hang out

that day. I’m not a dancer…and going to the dance

will mean I have to buy a dress…and I’m not a

shopper, either.”

His face lit up again. “Okay, let’s hang out on

Valentine’s Day, okay?”

I nodded my head. “That sounds good to me.”

“So… are you my valentine?” he asked me and I

chuckled.

“I guess I am,” I replied and he nodded excitedly. I

had the urge to smile and this time I didn’t fight it. I

also didn’t fight the blush that rushed to my face as

his lips pecked my cheek. I could get used to this.

Don’t.