27. You Are Scary When You're Tired

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Jonah's P.O.V.
Friday
After school let out I went to Starbucks

I grabbed some coffee and getting ready to go home since I have to clean up a little because the boys are coming over later

I walked out of the little shop only to have someone smack my coffee out of my hand

I looked up to see a girl standing there

She had dark brown wavy hair with beautiful chocolate brown eyes

She looked around 5'6" or 5'7" with a very fit body

"Oh I would say sorry but I'm not" she said

"Wha- who are you" I asked

"The name is Amalia. What's yours big boy?"

"Jonah" I really don't like this girl. She's a bit rude

"Well Jonah, I think I'm gonna make your life a living hell." She opened the door to go into the shop. She looked back at me and smiled evilly."Enjoy the ride big boy"

Well...

That happened...I don't want coffee anymore. I'm gonna head home

~time skip~
after what feels like hours of cleaning, I finally got finished

Knock knock knock

And right on time too

I made my way to the door to see Jack, Daniel and some girl.

She had bright green hair that she obviously dyed with blue eyes. She looked a little tall for a girl, probably 5'6" or something. She was wearing black ripped jeans and a red flannel tied around her waist with a black shirt. She had white slip on vans that were pretty clean

"Um who's that?" I asked

Daniel walked through the door obviously pissed at Jack for bringing a girl. This is supposed to be guys night.

"Uh Jonah meet Morgan, Morgan meet Jonah" Jack said smiling innocently

"Jack when you texted asking if Morgan could come, I thought you meant Morgan was a boy"

"Come on Jonah, she isn't staying over all night. She's going home in an hour. Please???"

"Ughhhh. Is she your girlfriend or something?"

"Ew!!" They both said at the same time

"I would never date him. I'm his best friend. That is the only thing we are. Besides, he's not my type" Morgan said

"Yeah we would never da- hold up. Not your type?!? Excuse you. What is your type then?" Jack asked

"The opposite of you." Morgan laughed

"Okay you two can continue fighting inside" I pulled them both in

"What's the opposite of me?" Jack asked

"Tall. No ramen noodles for hair. Someone that doesn't sing everything they have to say. Smart. Funny. Cute-"

"Okay. I get it." Jack cut her off

There was another knock on the door. I opened it to reveal Corbyn.

"Hey man"

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