Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 122
“What are you going to wear?” my mother asked
me. I shrugged as I rested my head in my hands.
“I don’t know,” I muttered.
“Where are you going to go?” my mother
I groaned, shaking my head. “I don’t know.”
“What are you guys going to do?” my mom
inquired and I sat up.
“I don’t know, mom,” I hastily muttered. She raised
an eyebrow at me. “I’m sorry; I just don’t know
what to do.”
“What do you mean, baby?” my mom asked me.
I ran a hand through my hair, my fingers escaping
through the damp, tangled curls. “I really like him.”
“I know,” she replied.
“No, you don’t. He doesn’t like me. Dad was your
high school sweetheart so you have no idea what it’s
like to truly like somebody and have them deny
you,” I snapped.
My mother shook her head. “You’re right, I don’t
know what it was like but I do know that he didn’t
“Not yet, mom, but I can tell that he’s going to
soon,” I muttered and my mother rolled her eyes.
She stood up. “I doubt he will.”
“You also assumed that Jer would pass the third
grade with straight A’s,” I muttered as my mom
glared at me.
“He was close!”
“Straight C’s is nowhere near close, mom!” I replied
as she exited my room.
“Where are we going?” I asked Jonah as he
continued driving in silence.
“Somewhere fun; don’t worry,” he stated as he
continued driving. I sighed as we drove in silence.
I was quiet for a few moments before I groaned
loudly. “Just tell me where we’re going.”
“I said don’t worry,” Jonah muttered in a sing-song
voice. I glared at him.
“You expect me not to worry?” I drawled as I rested
my head dramatically onto the headrest.
Jonah sighed before turning on the radio. I turned to
look at him as the station blasted Taylor Swift. You
see, I have nothing against Taylor Swift; in fact- I
enjoy her music. It’s quite catchy. The thing is,
Taylor Swift seemed to be Jonah’s favorite artist…but
I doubt he’d admit it. He fumbled to turn off the radio
but I swatted his hand away.
“Do you like this song?” I asked Jonah and he scoffed
He even tossed an eye roll in before his answer. “No,
this station was left on when the twins were in the
car,” he lied.
I gave him a flat look. “Oh really?”
“Yeah, really,” he fibbed as he looked at the radio
anxiously. A familiar tune came on the radio and I
“So, you don’t know every word to this song?” I
asked Jonah and he shook his head. I began
humming along to the beginning notes.
He was humming quietly and I decided to start
singing. “I was driving shotgun with my hair undone
in the front seat of his car; he had a one hand feel on
the steering wheel, the other on my heart!”
I turned to Jonah as he mumbled the next verse. I
nudged him and he sang louder. “He looked around,
turned the radio down and said ‘baby is something