When Trouble Meets Trouble

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

Song to the side is about Savannah or... somewhat. Please read the authors note at the end. Thank you. 

Chapter 21

I slowly turned around, avoiding eye contact. “No.”

“No?” Jonah asked, eerily calm. I didn’t trust myself to look at him.

I shook my head. “No, he kissed me.”

Jonah was silent so I continued to speak: “I just came over here to throw away the food and…he followed me, I guess, and he kissed me.”

“Okay, cool,” I looked up and saw Jonah looking towards the stadium behind him. His hands were in his pockets and he was impatiently tapping his foot.

“It’s not cool,” I replied, shaking my head. “I didn’t want him to kiss me.”

Jonah whipped his head towards me, his face blank of emotion. “But you let him.”

“What was I supposed to do?” I snapped. “Push him away?”

Jonah’s eyes bugged out of his head at my stupidity. “That’s exactly what you were supposed to do!”

I glared at him, my arms crossed over my chest. “I don’t see why you’re so angry. It’s not like we’re in a relationship.”

Jonah’s glare was worse than mine; I can tell you that. It seems like he’s had a lot of practice. “I know, thankfully.”

Before I could reply, he turned and walked away. I was left standing there, staring at his retreating figure, with a gaping hole in my heart.

~~~

I was sitting in front of the high school, watching people get into their cars and drive away. Jonah’s car was still there, though. I heard footsteps as I placed my head on my knees, wrapping my arms around them tightly. I felt something poke my shoulder and I lifted my head up. I turned to see West standing their awkwardly.

He let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God you’re not crying,” he muttered. I furrowed my eyebrows as I stared at him. “Do you want a ride home?”

I shook my head. “Jonah’s not going to be in the car, besides; it’ll be just you and me. We can go get ice cream," he replied and I looked at him. “I’m not taking no for an answer, you’ll be walking for hours if you try and walk home.”

I stood up slowly, placing my hands in my pockets. Weston stringed his arm through mine and walked with me. He opened the passenger’s door. “M’lady.”

I nodded as I sat down in the car, buckling my seatbelt and staring ahead. Weston whistled as he got into the driver’s side. He smiled at me as he started the car. “Can I ask you a question?” he asked.

I nodded as he continued. “Why was Jonah so upset?” he inquired.

I stared ahead as I frowned. “I think it’s because I kissed Francis.”

It was quiet for a moment. “You kissed Francis?”

I nodded. “Well, it’s a long story but this time, he kissed me,” I replied.

“’This time’, meaning that you kissed him before?” West asked and I nodded. “Why?”

I explained the whole Christmas Eve gathering to Weston and then I explained the closet situation. He listened to me, nodding occasionally. “But you don’t like Francis?”

I shook my head. “Not at all; I actually despise him.”

“That’s good,” Weston replied before he glanced at me. “Do you like Jonah?”