When Trouble Meets Trouble

[ C h a p t e r - T w e n t y ]

I glared at him before rolling my eyes and walking to the bathroom.

~~~

When I sat back down, Jonah frowned at me. “I’m really sorry to tell you this.”

Now it was my turn to frown. “What?”

He sighed, looking down at his hands. “Savannah, Sierra drank all of your soda and ate your chocolate bar!”

Sierra gasped. “I didn’t, he did!”

I laughed but rolled my eyes. I turned to Jonah and frowned. I pronounced his name slowly. “Jonah.”

He looked at me with a guilty look on his face. “Yes?”

“Can you please go get me a soda and another chocolate bar? And this time, some Skittles?” I asked and he stared at me for a moment before he nodded and got up. I smirked, turning to look at Sierra and Sabrina. I winked at them, making a motion with my hands that meant ‘wrapped around my finger.’

“I saw that,” Jonah shouted to us and I grinned innocently at him.

The football players came barreling onto the field. Weston ran in our direction, with his helmet in his hands. He was grinning and making stupid faces as he ran towards us. He tripped slightly on the turf and he turned and glared at it before he reached the 3 foot barrier keeping us from being tackled by the towering players.

“Hi!” he grinned at us, his eyes looking at each one of us. He found Jonah’s empty spot and he frowned. “Couldn’t get him to come?”

As if on cue, Jonah came walking through the isles, apologizing quickly to people as he held his arms in front of them, filled with snacks and drinks. I raised both of my eyebrows. “I said to bring me a chocolate bar, a drink, and Skittles, not the entire vendors stand.”

“I know, they just restocked and I couldn’t help myself,” he replied before he saw Weston. He smiled at him. “Hello.”

“Can I have some?” Weston asked as Jonah sat down. Jonah smacked his hand away.

“You know you’re not allowed sweets before a game, or ever,” Jonah replied as he opened a candy bar. I took it out of his hands and began eating it. He glared at me before he opened another. Sierra took that one and this continued on until everybody in our small group of friends aside from Weston had candy.

Weston was currently frowning. “I want candy.”

Jonah slowly ate a Starburst. “Too bad.”

Weston snatched the entire pack of Starbursts from Jonah and continued to open the small squares, shoving them into his mouth as Jonah watched in shock. The coach blew the whistle and Weston ran over, still chewing the candy.

I turned to Jonah who was still staring at Weston. “What’s wrong?”

“He gets really hyper when he eats candy before a game. Last time, he was ramming into players and laughing like a maniac. Every time he made a touchdown, he’d roll on the floor giggling.”

I stared at Jonah before I looked at the field, ready for the hilarity that is a sugar high Weston to break out.

It turns out that Jonah was right. Weston is a nutcase on the field when he’s hyped up on sugary snacks. Currently, he’s rolling around on the floor because his team got a touchdown. People were laughing at him and he was oblivious.

Jonah sighed. “He’s going to regret this.”

I nodded my head, my eyes glued on the game. “Who do you think is going to win?”

Jonah turned to me. “The score is currently 21 to 0. Who do you think is going to win?” Our school’s football team is terrible.

I nodded. Francis was currently glaring at Weston, his fists curled into a ball. Shaw was also glaring at someone, but it wasn’t Weston. It was me and Jonah. I inconspicuously nudged Jonah. “Jo-bro.”

Jonah turned to me with a small smile on his lips. “Yes?”

“Shaw is glaring daggers at us,” I muttered as I stared at him. “Look slightly to your left, but don’t be obvious.”

Jonah nodded but despite my warning, he snapped his head to the left and made continuous eye contact with Shaw. Neither of them was looking away anytime soon but Shaw had to eventually because his team was calling him over to the field.

~~~

Weston and his teammates were cheering. The majority of the crowd was cheering, including Jonah, Sabrina, Sierra, Georgia, and me. Weston’s team had won. I turned my head slightly as my eyes met Francis’s. Every time I made eye contact with Francis, I felt a tinge of guilt spiraling through me, not for being a jerk to him but for kissing him and then coming here with Jonah. It’s not like we’re in a relationship, Jonah and I or Francis and I, it just feels wrong. Especially when I didn’t even tell Jonah about it, we’re friends so he should know. Right?

I shoved the thought to the back of my mind; it’s not my problem right now. He doesn’t know and I’m going to pretend I don’t. Instead, I attempted to make my way through the crowd to the trash can. I needed to fully clear my mind and being around Jonah and in Francis’s line of vision wasn’t helping.

I had to walk towards the parking lot to find a secluded trash can, but not too secluded; I don’t want something bad to happen to me. When I reached the trashcan, I dumped all of the empty water bottles, soda cans, chip wrappers, candy wrappers, and other items into it with a sigh of relief.

I turned around to see Francis only about a foot and a half away from me. I glanced over my shoulder to see the indoor stadium in the distance, people slowly exiting it. I could hear the excitement from all the way over here. Before I could even process what was happening, Francis filled the gap between us and was pressing his lips to mine in a persistent manner.

I was standing there in shock, like he was doing when I kissed him in the janitor’s closet. I gasped audibly and I felt him pause for a minute before he continued kissing me. Does he know? Did he realize it was me? When he finally pulled away, I was staring at him but he was looking over my shoulder. He leaned in slightly so that his mouth was near my ear. “You weren’t that bad of a kisser before.”

Before he walked away, he lightly pressed his lips to my cheek and walked towards the stadium which left me staring in the empty space where he just was. I heard footsteps behind me and I closed my eyes tightly. Please don’t tell me that’s who I think it is.

“So, you and Francis, huh?”

Jonah.