When Trouble Meets Trouble

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

Chapter 10

My phone rang and I immediately reached for it, pressing it to my ear as I answered the call. “Savannah? I had a great time with Waverly.”

“Really?” I asked, slightly disappointed. I tried not to show it. So what if he had a good time with her? It doesn’t mean that they’re dating.

“Yeah, I asked her to be my girlfriend,” Jonah told me. Who cares? Not me.

“You did?” I heard my voice quaver.

I heard him laugh. “Yes, I realized her beauty a while ago, but I thought she was shallow. Turns out, she’s smart, likes video games, and she speaks her mind.”

“That’s me! I like video games! I speak my mind! I’m not very smart though, but Waverly isn’t smart! She’s shallow!” I cried out.

My alarm shook me awake and I immediately sat up, my eyes bugging out of my head. Did I just dream about Jonah? And Waverly? Being together? And I was jealous? I shook the thoughts out of my head and stood up.

It’s Wednesday, the day where I could be spending the hours after school talking to Jonah but instead I have to report to work. Monday and Tuesday were snow days and I either sat on my bed playing video games, scrolling on the internet, or talking on the phone with Jonah.

At first, our conversations were about how he was going to get out of his date with Waverly. After that topic passed, it was him asking me what the dance was like. Seeing as I’ve been to the dance once with my ex and it was last year, I wasn’t exactly sure. I spent the whole night ogling my then boyfriend instead of hanging out with the friends I did have.

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When I got to school, it went by in a blur. I talked to Jonah every now and then but I avoided him whenever Waverly was by his side, which was always. In all of the classes, the teachers went on about their plans for the holidays which usually included flying out to see family. When lunch came around, I realized that my table was still buried under at least a foot of snow and I had no place to sit unless I sat with Waverly.

“Hey," Jonah greeted me. 

I turned to see Jonah, who was finally alone, standing beside me in the lunch line. Waverly was already at the table, her salad placed in front of her. “Hey.”

“Are you still angry about the salad joke?” Jonah winced at the memory.

Earlier today, Jonah was talking to me and Waverly decided to hobble over (like a little witch) and I ignored how she protectively latched onto Jonah like he was her property. He asked what we were having for lunch today and Waverly laughed and replied that she was having a salad. She then proceeded to poke my stomach and say ‘maybe you should have one, too, Samantha.’ She even got my name wrong, for crying out loud.

“No, I’m okay,” I shrugged carelessly. I wasn’t lying but I wasn’t telling the truth; what she did embarrassed me and that’s what she wanted to happen. I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of getting upset. 

After we paid for our lunches, Jonah already convinced me to sit at the table with him. I just shrugged and sat down, trying to ignore Waverly’s glare. 10 minutes into the conversation, I learned that Waverly’s dress was a teal color and she had gray pumps, she also had her dress in the locker room because she knew her mother wouldn’t approve of the dress. She explained how she was going to get ready at school aside from going home to shower and do her hair and makeup.

I couldn’t take the talk of her dress anymore and Jonah’s matching tie so I abruptly stood up, giving them the excuse that I had to use the bathroom and walked away, in the direction of the exit. I tossed my food in the trash can before I began aimlessly walked around. We had twenty minutes left until lunch was over.