Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 139
I grabbed Weston’s shoulder and yanked him out of
the library. “Did you get her number?”
I held up the paper and did a little happy dance. He
grabbed my shoulder and shook it lightly as a smile
spread on his face. “You player.”
I shook my head. “I’m not a player.”
He smirked. “You just got a nerd’s number,
congrats,” sis voice was sarcastic and I frowned
“She’s definitely not a nerd,” I snickered as we
walked over to his car.
“No!” I groaned as I slammed my XBOX control
down on my bed; he made me lose my game. I
turned and glared at Weston who was sitting in the
middle of my floor, whining. He’s urging me to call
the girl I met at the library today even though I don’t
want to. I annoyed her enough.
It’s not that she’s not pretty, she really is; it’s just that
she obviously didn’t want to talk to me at the library
so what makes him think she’d want to talk to me
while she’s at her house? Oh, I forgot, I didn’t tell
Weston about how I had to blackmail her to get her
“Call her,” Weston stated. I started rubbing the bridge
of my nose, feeling a headache coming on.
“If I call her, will you leave?” I snapped.
Weston nodded his head as he stared at me
excitedly. He quickly dived onto my bed and sat
beside me. I put the phone on speaker and dialed the
number that I read off of the piece of paper.
“Hello?” a male voice asked after a few rings. Weston
gave me a confused look.
“Hi,” I replied awkwardly. Where had my confidence
“May I ask why a guy that I don’t know is calling
me?” the person replied and I frowned. I don’t even
know the girl’s name!
I stuttered. “S-some girl at the library gave me this
“Girl at the library? Who do I know that goes to a li-
Savannah!” His shouting caused me to wince away
from the phone that sat on my bed. Imagine if that
was pressed against my ear.
“Uh, I don’t know her name,” I admitted.
“She has curly brown hair, crazy brown eyes?
Glasses? Super violent?” the boy questioned and I
made noises of affirmation as he asked. “Yeah, that’s
my sister. Speaking of her, why’d she give you my
I grit my teeth. “I flirted with her and she gave me,
what I assumed, was her number.”
The guy started laughing…he laughed for about 5
straight minutes. “Dude…my sister gave you the
“Why do you say it like that?” I frowned. He’s saying
it as if his sister isn’t a prize. I wouldn’t want some
random guys dating my sisters. I’d want a good guy
to treat my sister like a princess, even though I’d
never admit it to the little brats.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You say it like she’s…well, nothing. You say it like
she’s not special,” I stated and the boy thought for a
“I guess you’re right. There has to be a reason why
she didn’t give you the right number. Were you
creeping on her?” he asked casually. I thought for a
moment before I felt my face warm up. “That’s the
creeper silence. Do I have to call the police?”
“No, I wasn’t creeping on her, just…harmless
flirting,” I admitted shyly.
The guy s----d his teeth. “Harmless flirting? What’d
“I used a bunch of cheesy pick-up lines,” I admitted.
The guy let out a wild laugh and I heard Weston
scoff from beside me. I looked over at him and he
shook his head at me. “Didn’t you realize that pick-up
lines don’t work?”
“Well…yeah, today,” I muttered and the guy laughed.
“My name’s Jeremiah. Hey, you know what? I’ll put
her on the phone,” Jeremiah stated.
“No!” I hastily responded.
“What? Why not?” he asked.
I started stuttering again, something I do when I’m
nervous around someone I don’t know. “I just don’t
want to seem like a super creep. Odds are we’ll go to
the same school. North Valley?”
“Yeah, she goes to North Valley. I never caught your
name, by the way,” Jeremiah replied.
“That’s because I didn’t toss it,” I let out a corny
laugh and the guy on the other end let out a sarcastic
chuckle. “Davis, Jonah Davis.”
“Bond, James Bond,” Jeremiah muttered under his
breath. “Ah! I found you on Facebook. You have that
weird hat on in your profile picture?”
“Yes,” I responded. Remind me to change that. I
furrowed my eyebrows. Isn’t that technically
“I have to keep my little sister safe… from a surfer?”
I frowned. “Surfing is cool!”
“Yeah, in the eighties,” Jeremiah snorted and Weston
let out a laugh while I frowned. Surfing is cool…right?