When Trouble Meets Trouble

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

“You don’t need prepping; you’re perfectly fine,” he explained as we stood in the doorway. I felt my face warm up but luckily, I could blame it on the cold air.

When he opened the door, Georgia, West, and the twins were all ready to leave. They had their coats on and were lingering by the door. West was smirking at me and I glared at him. I’m guessing he heard what Jonah had said just a moment ago. Georgia, on the other hand, was grinning and flung herself at me, wrapping me in a tight hug.

“Where are you guys going?” I asked as Georgia released me and she quickly replied.

She held up her pink sled. “We’re going sledding!”

The twins had a two person sled that was purple, most likely the only color the two could agree on and West had an orange sled. “Well, have fun.”

“We will. You guys have fun,” West replied as they all exited the house. West peeked his head back inside. “But not too much fun, remember- my mother and father are home.”

Speaking of the two, they walked into the living room with warm smiles on their faces. “So you’re Savannah?”

I smiled and nodded. “I am.”

“I’m Diane and this is my husband Gregory,” she introduced. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Glancing at Jonah, I shook her hand before shaking Gregory’s. I hope they heard good things about me. “I’ve heard a lot about you two, too.”

“Well, we’ll let you two get to work,” Diane replied.

Jonah awkwardly switched feet. “I was wondering if we could work in my room.”

I felt my face burn warmer and this time I couldn’t blame it on the cold air; we were inside. “Yes, but leave the door open.”

Jonah nodded. “Of course.”

“No funny business!” Gregory shouted with humor in his voice.

Jonah led me to his familiar room; I remember it when West gave me the tour of the house. As we entered the room, he followed his guardian’s orders and left his door open just a crack.

“I think they meant wide open,” I replied as he walked over to the place where I was standing.

“It’s not like we’re going to be doing anything," he shrugged before he looked at me with a smirk. “You’re a pervert.”

I felt my face burn and I shook my head vigorously. “I’m not! I was just saying!”

Jonah laughed. “Sure,” he drawled. I stared at his white fluffy carpet before my eyes searched his walls. I stared at the band posters, all of which were familiar to me. I noticed his game systems and I had the urge to sit down and play them but instead I turned to look at his bookshelf. My eyes drifted from his bookshelf to his canopy bed with different shades of blue blankets and sheets. “Why are you staring at my bed, you pervert?”

I glared at him as he smirked. “Anyway, let’s get started,” I explained, opening my bag and taking out the pile of books on Martin Luther King Jr. I spent about 28.99$ on the books. They were on the clearance rack and I quickly scooped them up.

“We don’t have to sit on the floor, you know? I have a couch,” he motioned towards the leather couch beside the television and gaming system.

I shook my head. “Too tempting.”

Jonah stared at me before he let out loud shrieks of laughter. I thought for a moment before I realized what he’d thought I meant. He thought that I was tempted by him. I felt my face warm up even more. Just when my blush calmed down! “No! I meant the video games were tempting!”