When Trouble Meets Trouble

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Chapter 28

“What are you going to wear?” my mother asked me. I shrugged as I rested my head in my hands.

“I don’t know,” I muttered.

“Where are you going to go?” my mother questioned.

I groaned, shaking my head. “I don’t know.”

“What are you guys going to do?” my mom inquired and I sat up.

“I don’t know, mom,” I hastily muttered. She raised an eyebrow at me. “I’m sorry; I just don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean, baby?” my mom asked me.

I ran a hand through my hair, my fingers escaping through the damp, tangled curls. “I really like him.”

“I know," she replied.

“No, you don’t. He doesn’t like me. Dad was your high school sweetheart so you have no idea what it’s like to truly like somebody and have them deny you,” I snapped.

My mother shook her head. “You’re right, I don’t know what it was like but I do know that he didn’t deny you.”

“Not yet, mom, but I can tell that he’s going to soon,” I muttered and my mother rolled her eyes.

She stood up. “I doubt he will.”

“You also assumed that Jer would pass the third grade with straight A’s,” I muttered as my mom glared at me.

“He was close!”

“Straight C’s is nowhere near close, mom!” I replied as she exited my room.

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“Where are we going?” I asked Jonah as he continued driving in silence.

“Somewhere fun; don’t worry,” he stated as he continued driving. I sighed as we drove in silence.

I was quiet for a few moments before I groaned loudly. “Just tell me where we’re going.”

“I said don’t worry,” Jonah muttered in a sing-song voice. I glared at him.

“You expect me not to worry?” I drawled as I rested my head dramatically onto the headrest.

Jonah sighed before turning on the radio. I turned to look at him as the station blasted Taylor Swift. You see, I have nothing against Taylor Swift; in fact- I enjoy her music. It’s quite catchy. The thing is, Taylor Swift seemed to be Jonah’s favorite artist…but I doubt he’d admit it. He fumbled to turn off the radio but I swatted his hand away.

“Do you like this song?” I asked Jonah and he scoffed overdramatically.

He even tossed an eye roll in before his answer. “No, this station was left on when the twins were in the car," he lied. 

I gave him a flat look. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, really,” he fibbed as he looked at the radio anxiously. A familiar tune came on the radio and I smirked.

“So, you don’t know every word to this song?” I asked Jonah and he shook his head.  I began humming along to the beginning notes.

He was humming quietly and I decided to start singing. “I was driving shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car; he had a one hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart!”

I turned to Jonah as he mumbled the next verse. I nudged him and he sang louder. “He looked around, turned the radio down and said ‘baby is something wrong?’”