When troubled teen Jonah is forced to a new school, he encounters the headstrong Annie who seems fixated on making things right. Will her kind tenacity break through and put Jonah on the recovering path to friendship, love, and music?
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Jonah sat down to an assertive Annie who looked at him with a serious face. The directness of her tone and the vagueness of her question scared him a bit.
"I doubt you'll take no for an answer."
"Are the rumors about you true?"
Jonah blinked, thinking he should have expected this inquiry eventually. Still, it caught him off-guard. No one had asked him that since coming to this school, despite the all stories running rampant.
"That depends on what rumors you hear."
"..."
Annie obviously wanted a more specific answer. The rumors on the street varied degrees as wide as freezing to boiling point. Agreeing that perhaps some of the rumors were true was not very helpful. But she didn't know how to ask more specifically so she lacked a speedy reply. Jonah noticed her silence.
"Why, does that make you afraid of me?" he asked flatly. He stared at her unwaveringly, waiting for her answer.
"Not really." Annie replied softly, picking up a pencil to resume writing notes from the open textbook in front of her. Her demeanor turned back to quietly studying, seemingly feinting unconcern.
Jonah watched her as she scribbled, staring at the top of her head now that her eyes were averted. Annie's reaction did not sit well with him; it was too dismissive for someone who always dug her heels in with a million questions. He wiggled uncomfortably in his seat, and despite the fact that Annie's eyes were already concentrated elsewhere, Jonah glanced off to the side as he broke the short silence.
"Well, don't worry. I don't hurt girls. My mom taught me better than that." He fiddled with a book cover that sat within reach, repeatedly opening and closing the book by a few inches as he talked.
"I wasn't worried." Annie answered assuringly, still writing casually in her notebook.
"Lovely." Jonah huffed. "But still, don't push my buttons. I already don't like you very much."
