“I don’t know! He wasn’t kissing back! He was just standing there like a brick wall!” I snapped.
She sighed. “It must be Jonah then.”
“It isn’t! He doesn’t like me! It had to be somebody else,” I explained.
“Well, why don’t we find out?” she starting digging in her pocket and fished out her cell phone. I wrestled it away from her and shook my head.
“You aren’t calling him!” I snapped and she rolled her eyes.
“Why not?” she asked.
“It’ll make things so awkward!” I replied and she narrowed her eyes. “’Hey Jonah, I was just wondering if you nearly made out with Savannah at that thing we went to on Christmas Eve,’” I imitated her.
“You’re scared that it’s Francis, aren’t you? You want it to be Jonah,” she accused.
“What!? No!” I began to defend myself but she cut me off.
“You like Jonah, don’t you, Savannah? As in like like. You have a crush on him!” she squealed and I shook my head vigorously.
“I don’t, Sabrina. I just rather it’d be him, someone I could tolerate, rather than Francis, someone who’s a complete jerk!” My theory was mostly to convince myself and it just so happened to convince Sabrina.
She pursed her lips before she sighed. “Okay, fine.”
I stared at her. “Okay? Fine? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly what it is," she replied, placing her hands on her hips.
I furrowed my eyebrows. “You’re going tell Jonah about this, aren’t you?”
She shrugged. “I am… unless, you do something for me.”
I ran my hands down my face before I sighed. “What do you want me to do?”
She grinned. “Wait right here.”
~~~
Where is she? Sabrina told me to ‘wait right here’ twenty minutes ago and I’m getting impatient. I heard a mass amount of giggling and I watched as Sabrina emerged from the large crowd of 6 girls with large bags.
“What are you doing?” I hissed as she ran ahead of them.
“Jonah’s car isn’t big enough to fit all of us and we need to get to the mall," she replied and I narrowed my eyes.
“And you expect me to bring you there?” I asked her and she nodded.
“Your car is huge!” she exclaimed, pointing to my baby.
I shook my head. “No, I’m not doing it. Have fun walking,” I replied, walking towards my car.
She pulled out her phone. I turned and watched as she pressed ‘speaker.’ “Hey, Jonah?”
“Yes?” Jonah’s tired voice replied.
“I have something to tell you about Savannah,” she said and I ripped the phone out of her hand.
“I’m bringing her to the mall, don’t worry; she’s in safe hands,” I quickly ended the call and gave the phone back to her. “Okay, I’ll do it but I have rules.”
“Girls,” I earned the girls attention by just saying that. “I have some rules. There will be no eating in my car; no putting on makeup in my car; no perfume in my car; no gum in my car; no smoking in my car; no drinking in my car; and absolutely no dirty shoes in my car.”
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When Trouble Meets Trouble
RomanceAfter an amusing banter at the library with a mysterious guy, Savannah hopes that it's the last she'll see of the bickering boy. Come to find out, he's a new student at her school who just so happens to be a junior, much like Savannah. He feels the...
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