When Trouble Meets Trouble

[ C h a p t e r - F o u r ]

Chapter 4

"Maybe we should sit somewhere else," Jonah stated, causing me to jump. He laughed before approaching me. "It's snowing."

"Thank you, Mr. Weatherman," I retorted, biting into my burger. The flurries were falling lightly onto the table, melting before they could stick.

"Can we eat inside?" he involuntarily shivered. I raised my eyebrows.

"You can. I'm going to eat out here," I tipped my head back as I swigged my chocolate drink. Surprisingly, he sat down across from me and started eating his lunch. I gave him an annoyed look and he just smiled back. "I think something's wrong with you."

"What do you mean?" he asked, eating his burger. He drenched it in mustard.

"Well, first of all you keep sitting around me and talking to me when I told you I don't want to be your friend and two, you like mustard," I explained and he just shrugged.

"Mustard's good," he didn't acknowledge my first statement so I just continued eating.

It's Monday, his fourth day at this school. Since Wednesday, he's been talking to me and hanging around me, ruining my image to the school. I was going soft to them when in fact I'm not. "Did you make any friends?" I inquired.

"Just one," I glared at my plate but continued eating. "I don't know what's so bad about me hanging around you. You don't hang out with anybody else here, so," he sighed.

"I'm not looking for your pity," I snapped. "And I don't hang out with anybody else here because they're all idiots."

He frowned, taking this as offense. "I'm not an idiot."

"I'm pretty sure you are; you're sticking to me like glue," I hissed, finishing the rest of my chocolate drink.

"Maybe I just like your company," he shrugged again. I snorted, tipping my head back and letting out a laugh.

"And Channing Tatum will be sitting at my door tonight," I sighed. Jonah wrinkled his nose.

"I thought you were more of a Gosling type of guy," he tilted his head sideways and I shook my head.

"No, are you?" I smirked and he just rolled his eyes.

Although they've been here since Thursday, I hadn't met his sisters yet. I've seen them in the hallways but I didn't approach them. "When am I going to meet your sisters?" I asked, changing the subject.

Jonah furrowed his eyebrows before he smirked. "Why? Do you want to meet them?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to," I gave him a flat look and he shrugged.

"That's funny, they asked about you too," he sipped his Sprite. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"They know about me?" I questioned.

"They know about the girl that I talk to on the phone sometimes and who I hang out with at school, yes," he nodded.

"You mean the girl you harass on the phone and in person repeatedly?" I raised an eyebrow.

"The one and only," I blinked at his response before angling my head.

"Do you ever get angry?" I asked him and he glanced at me over the bottle he was chugging.

"Doesn't every human?" he replied once he placed the bottle back onto the table.

"I'm not quite sure if you're human," I countered.

"Why? Am I too hot to be human?" he turned his head slightly and ran his hand through his hair while biting his lip. Somebody say model?

"No, you're a bit creepy, though," I informed him, eating a Pringle.