A + J

Jonahs P.O.V

Jonah is my favorite POV ever. I feel like I write better that away.

This story is actually a year old and I've rewritten some parts (but not this one) so if this is inconsistent sorry in  advance.

xoxo annahirox

 Jonah POV:

The girl was absolutely stupid to think

I wouldn't follow behind her.

But she sure could walk fast as hell. Her unruly hair became a blur as she all but ran away from me and turned a corner. I strolled lazily behind her, I'd find her eventually I figured.

Who wanted to go to Economics anyway? It wasn't even 3rd period.

She really was something else though. And I liked a smart mouth on a girl, it kind of got me going.

It didn't seem like she was too social either, people avoided her like a pariah when she had thrown up. If she had had any friends someone would have gone to help her. But no, I did.

Admittedly she had a bit of an attitude but that was normal in teen-aged girls these days. I wasn't worried about it.

I had been walking thinking to myself about Aine when I'd heard a familiar voice cry out.

"NO!"

I had paused immediately my hand buried deep in my pockets and I searched the empty hallways for the source. The voice sounded desperate, obviously a girl was in trouble. My eyes landed on the door marked 'Women' and I shrugged. If someone was in trouble I couldn't possibly get in trouble for entering the ladies restroom.

I pushed through the door and squinted my eyes against the harsh light and noticed how it was considerably darker in the hallways.

Someone was obviously in here, only one of the stalls was closed. I walked over and banged on it thinking I was going to give whoever was in there a heart attack.

"No..no..no." She whispered. "Go away."

That voice was so fucking familiar. Wait...it was her?

"Aine?"

I heard scuffling in the stall before a golden eye peaked out.

"Jonah?"

What the hell was she doing on the bathroom floor in the first place?

"Aine...open the door." I said hesitantly. I wasn't sure what she was doing in here by herself...on the floor.

The metal door swung open and I'm sure she saw me cringe.

Aine was on the floor of the black and white tiled floors, never mind how gross that is, but her brown hair was sticking up wildly on top of her head like she had gotten into a fight with her comb.

Her recently bright eyes were dull and her makeup was all over her grief stricken face. She stared up at me blankly like she wasn't all there. I quirked a brow and waved a hand in front of her face.

"Aine...you there?" Her nose scrunched up cutely in response and she wrapped her hand around my hand.

"Stop that." She snapped and let me go. Aine looked around herself in the stall in confusion like she hadn't realized where she was and I just watched as she came to her senses.

She leaned forward and slowly grabbed her messenger back that was sprawled in front of her and carefully slung it over her torso. She looked up at me with the most innocent expression on her startled face and I always smiled.

"You look so shocked. Here." I offered my hand to her and she narrowed her eyes at it before taking it so I could pull her to her feet her boots squeaking against the bathroom floor.

We stood there for a moment, her looking like she was trying to solve a puzzle and me observing her. She looked up at me hesitantly.

"Thank you." She murmured. She looked back down in shame and I offered her a smile.

"No problem. You're a little nicer this time around." She snorted and rolled her eyes, lips twitching up before she frowned again.

"So...you aren't going to ask?" I shook my head. Hell no, I wasn't going to ask.

"Not my business, Aine." I said, backing out of the stall finally. "Besides, I'd rather not hear about your dead cat or passing grandmother. I'm not good with the sympathy shit."

Her shoulders sagged immediately in relief and her eyes looked a little brighter. We both exited the bathroom and I let my eyes roam over her face before offering advice.

"If I was you, I'd go wash my face. You look like roadkill."

She huffed in annoyance and stomped back into the Ladies Room just as the bell rang and students spilled out of the classrooms.

She owed me one.

Actually, she owed me two.