When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E137

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E137

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 137

Jonah’s Perspective

“Jonah, Jonah, Jonah,” Weston grinned at me as I

stood in the doorway of my room with my hand on

the door. I raised an eyebrow as he smirked,

pushing past me. He walked over and closed my

book that was lying on my bed, not even bothering

to remember the page number.

“What?” I asked suspiciously. I picked the book back

up but he tossed it back down casually.

He grinned at me, eyes twinkling mischievously. I

feel a bit girly noticing these details. “Since you love

books so much, why don’t we make a run to the

library?”

“I have all the books I need for now, maybe some

other time,” I pointed towards my filled bookcase I’d

recently unpacked.

“Not enough! Besides, maybe there’s a nerdy girl

there for you to make friends with,” Weston winked

at me and as I went to reply, he cut me off. “Get

dressed, we’re leaving in twenty.”

He exited my room with a slam of the door. I glared

at the door. “Get ready we’re leaving in twenty,” I

mocked in a nasally voice.

The door opened and Weston poked his head in. “I

heard that,” he muttered. I tossed my book at the

door and he quickly closed it. Idiot.

~~~

“I’m Beverly, how may I help you?” the pretty

blonde at the counter asked. Her voice was a bit high

but I still smiled at her. Be friendly but not too

friendly; you don’t want to seem creepy. My eyes

grazed over the library as I took in the sight of a girl

reading, or studying, I’m not sure which one.

“I’m looking for a book,” Weston stated, leaning on

the counter flirtatiously. She grinned at him. “About

horses.” Her smile faltered and she typed, what I

assumed was the word ‘horses’ into the computer,

sighing lightly. While she was busy, West turned to

me.

“It looks like I was right. Go over there,” West

pushed me slightly towards the girl I was looking at

earlier. She had curly brown hair and glasses that

rested on her nose. I shook my head and twisted

around, away from his hands.

“No! She’ll think I’m weird!” I whispered and West

thought for a moment.

“Go flirt with her; be confident; smirk a little; you’ll get

her number,” West stated and I shook my head.

I stood my ground. “No, I’m not doing it.”

“Do it,” Weston pleaded. I frowned slightly as he

gave me doe eyes. I grumbled under my breath as I

walked over to the girl. I ruffled my hair slightly.

Hopefully that’s attractive.

I stopped at her table and yanked the noisy chair out

from under the table. I winced at the sound. I took

Weston’s advice and smirked. I noticed that she was

reading a book about Adolf Hitler. As she looked up,

her eyes met mine and I avoided raising my

eyebrows. She was pretty. Her hair, although its

messy curls were surrounding her face like a lion, it

suited her.

“What?” she snapped, causing me to raise my

eyebrows. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought she was

nerdy…the glasses gave off that nerdy vibe.

“Well, I’m here. What are your other two wishes?” I

asked her as I sat down. I racked my brain for more

pick-up lines. I shouldn’t have to use that many,

right? Soon enough, she’ll be blushing, right? Instead

of giggling and blushing like I expected, she

narrowed her eyes at me.

“For Channing Tatum, and then for you to go back to

where you came from,” she barked at me and I

didn’t miss a beat. That was expected.