When Trouble Meets Trouble

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

I looked at the calls. They were a mixture Sabrina, Waverly, and Jonah. I have no clue why Sabrina’s calling but it might be her trying to tell me to answer my phone for Jonah so he’d stop complaining.

I know exactly why Waverly’s calling; it might have something to do with the fact that I almost ran her over while backing out of the parking lot. It’s not my fault she ran full speed at my car, demanding I explain why the rumor that Jonah and I are dating was floating around. It also wasn’t helping that Jonah openly held my hand and walked me to my car. He even went as far as to peck my cheek…again.

I sighed and called Jonah. The phone didn’t even ring; Jonah’s voice was the first thing I heard: “Savannah.”

He sounded panicked and I furrowed my eyebrows. “Jonah," I mimicked. 

“I-I don’t know what to do. It’s Sierra; she’s crying and she doesn’t want anybody to go near her. She locked Sabrina out of their room and she’s threatening us if we try and go into the room. I don’t know why she’s doing this!” Jonah explained and I sat down in a chair beside the vending machine.

I thought for a moment. “Does it have something to do with Blake?”

Jonah was quiet. “I’ll murder him.”

“Calm down and ask her, Jo-Bro,” I replied and I heard a knock.

I heard a loud, muffled cry and I winced. “Does this whole shenanigan have something to do with Blake?”

“Don’t say his name!” I exclaimed and Jonah groaned.

“Does this have something to do with he who shall not be named?” Jonah asked and I snorted.

“Since when is she in a relationship with Lord Voldemort?” I asked.

“Lord Voldemort?” a quiet voice asked. I could tell that it was Sierra.

“No…Blake,” Jonah replied and Sierra started sobbing again. “Savannah,” he drawled tiredly.

“Yeah?” I asked and he groaned.

“What do I do?” he inquired.

I thought for a moment. “Can you try and get her on the phone?”

"That requires her opening the door," he told me. 

“Can you try?” I asked. I tapped on the vending machine rhythmically. “Please?”

He sighed before knocking on the door. “Sierra…Savannah wants to talk to you.”

I heard a door opening and slamming shut. I heard shuffling as I patiently waited. “Hello?”

“Sierra?” I asked. She sounded tired, like she’d been crying…a lot. I frowned.

“Yeah," she confirmed and I frowned deeper.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her. I was greeted with the response of silence. “Sierra.”

“Why are boys so stupid?” Sierra replied and I sighed.

“I wish I knew; trust me,” I muttered.

“You have it easy; you like my brother and he likes you- you just don’t realize it. I have to put up with a sister who’s prettier than me and who constantly gets called the better looking twin when we’re identical! You’re not commonly mistaken for a guy because of the way you dress! You’re pretty! You don’t understand!” Sierra exclaimed.

“Sierra, what happened?” I asked her.

She sobbed. “Blake was talking to other girls.”

“Were you guys dating?” I asked her and she sobbed again.

“Yeah, he cheated on me with Ann the Man,” I heard the hatred in her voice as she talked about Annabel Manhattan, a sophomore who is nicknamed ‘Ann the Man’ because she’s always around guys.

“I was cheated on before,” I admitted. Sierra was silent.

“You were?” she questioned.

I made a sound of confirmation. “By a guy named Arthur; I thought he was the best person ever. He was athletic, smart, and hot.” She laughed halfheartedly at that. “It turns out that he wasn’t really into me; it was a prank. He didn’t like me. He never did. He cheated on me with my worst enemy and my ex-best friend.”

“But… you seem okay?” Sierra responded.

I made another sound of verification. “Yeah, I am. And you will be, too. And don’t listen to whoever says that Sabrina is prettier than you because you guys are identical; you just have different styles and personalities. You’re two different people who happen to look exactly alike,” I replied.

“We are, aren’t we?” she asked me.

“You are. Forget about Blake; he’s stupid," I responded.

She was quiet. “He really was; he was taking a seventh grade class because he failed it three years in a row.”

“And he’s a sophomore?” I asked.

“Yeah," she replied.

“You can do way better than that, Sierra. Just wait,” I told her.

“I will,” she replied. “Thanks.”

“For what?” I asked.

“For listening,” I smiled at the familiar words before hanging up the phone. Now to call Waverly because if I don't, she'll blow up my phone…okay, that can wait until later.