[ C h a p t e r - 1: J o n a h ' s - P e r s p e c t i v e ]

Dedicated to my real life best friend, coolxkitty. C: Finally had the guts to tell her about my writing.

Chapter 1: Jonah's Perspective

“Jonah, Jonah, Jonah," Weston grinned at me as I stood in the doorway of my room with my hand on the door. I raised an eyebrow as he smirked, pushing past me. He walked over and closed my book that was lying on my bed, not even bothering to remember the page number.

“What?” I asked suspiciously. I picked the book back up but he tossed it back down casually.

He grinned at me, eyes twinkling mischievously. I feel a bit girly noticing these details. “Since you love books so much, why don’t we make a run to the library?”

“I have all the books I need for now, maybe some other time,” I pointed towards my filled bookcase I’d recently unpacked.

“Not enough! Besides, maybe there’s a nerdy girl there for you to make friends with,” Weston winked at me and as I went to reply, he cut me off. “Get dressed, we’re leaving in twenty.”

He exited my room with a slam of the door. I glared at the door. “Get ready we’re leaving in twenty,” I mocked in a nasally voice.

The door opened and Weston poked his head in. “I heard that,” he muttered. I tossed my book at the door and he quickly closed it. Idiot.

~~~

“I’m Beverly, how may I help you?” the pretty blonde at the counter asked. Her voice was a bit high but I still smiled at her. Be friendly but not too friendly; you don’t want to seem creepy. My eyes grazed over the library as I took in the sight of a girl reading, or studying, I'm not sure which one.

“I’m looking for a book,” Weston stated, leaning on the counter flirtatiously. She grinned at him. “About horses.” Her smile faltered and she typed, what I assumed was the word ‘horses’ into the computer, sighing lightly. While she was busy, West turned to me.

“It looks like I was right. Go over there,” West pushed me slightly towards the girl I was looking at earlier. She had curly brown hair and glasses that rested on her nose. I shook my head and twisted around, away from his hands.

“No! She’ll think I’m weird!” I whispered and West thought for a moment.

“Go flirt with her; be confident; smirk a little; you’ll get her number,” West stated and I shook my head.

I stood my ground. “No, I’m not doing it.”

“Do it,” Weston pleaded. I frowned slightly as he gave me doe eyes. I grumbled under my breath as I walked over to the girl. I ruffled my hair slightly. Hopefully that’s attractive.

I stopped at her table and yanked the noisy chair out from under the table. I winced at the sound. I took Weston’s advice and smirked. I noticed that she was reading a book about Adolf Hitler. As she looked up, her eyes met mine and I avoided raising my eyebrows. She was pretty. Her hair, although its messy curls were surrounding her face like a lion, it suited her.

“What?” she snapped, causing me to raise my eyebrows. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought she was nerdy…the glasses gave off that nerdy vibe.

“Well, I’m here. What are your other two wishes?” I asked her as I sat down. I racked my brain for more pick-up lines. I shouldn’t have to use that many, right? Soon enough, she’ll be blushing, right? Instead of giggling and blushing like I expected, she narrowed her eyes at me.

“For Channing Tatum, and then for you to go back to where you came from," she barked at me and I didn’t miss a beat. That was expected.

“Your eyes are like the ocean, and I think I’m lost at sea,” I stated before I realized that her eyes are chocolate brown. I also noticed that her eyelashes were long; they brushed against her cheeks when she blinked.

“My eyes are brown, moron," she retorted.

“Can I take a picture of you? I want to show Santa Claus exactly what I want for Christmas,” I leaned in slightly. Why isn’t this working?

“Can I take a picture of you? I want to show the police exactly who I’m filing a restraining order against,” she was obviously annoyed. I noticed how one of her eyes closed a bit when she was annoyed. Normally, it’d give off a psycho look but she pulled it off…just like her wild hair.

“How was Heaven when you left it?” I continued.

“When I left, I didn’t have any proof that God had a sense of humor, now I’ve found it," she easily replied. How does she know these pick-up lines and comebacks?

“Don’t you need a license to be that hot?” I maintained eye contact as one of her eyes twitched. I was scared she was going to hop out of her chair and drop kick me.

“Don’t you need a license to be that ugly?” she spat. I raised my eyebrows. Right to the ego.

“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?” I replied, ignoring her insult.

“No, but it hurt when I crawled up from Hell,” she snapped viciously.

“Do you have a Band-Aid? I just scraped my knee falling for you," I smiled at her.

“No, but I have some salt," she snorted. I wanted to wince. That would hurt.

“Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious,”  I winked at her and she held back a laugh. I saw the way her lips quirked slightly. Okay, I’m getting somewhere.

“No, I had a bowl of nails… without any milk.” Did she just quote Spongebob?

“What would you say if I asked you to marry me?” I leaned forward.

“Nothing, I can’t laugh and talk at the same time,” she raised her eyebrows.

“Do you think it was fate that brought us together?” I replied, blinking slowly as I stared into her eyes. Instead of swooning, like Weston prepared me for, she cut me off mid-pick-up line.

“Nope, it was just plain bad luck," she casually replied.

“If I was a stop light, I’d turn red every time you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer,” I was running out of things to say! I ran my hand through my hair worriedly.

“Red lights are the only things I run," she leaned forward slightly. She smelled like vanilla. I wanted to bury my face in her hair and just inhale; I love the smell of vanilla. I noticed her eyes wander to her phone and she pursed her lips. She was late for something.

“If you give me your number, I’ll leave,” I piped. She narrowed her eyes at me.

“Fine," she replied, ripping a sheet of paper out of her notebook. She scribbled her phone number onto it.

“I’ll call you,” I replied, standing up and walking over to Weston who was leaning casually against the wall opposite to the counter, talking to Beverly with a smirk on his face.

“Don’t count on me answering," she called from behind me.

I grabbed Weston’s shoulder and yanked him out of the library. “Did you get her number?”

I held up the paper and did a little happy dance. He grabbed my shoulder and shook it lightly as a smile spread on his face. “You player.”

I shook my head. “I’m not a player.”

He smirked. “You just got a nerd’s number, congrats," sis voice was sarcastic and I frowned deeper.

“She’s definitely not a nerd,” I snickered as we walked over to his car.

~~~

“Call her.”

“No.”

“Call her.”

“No!”

“Call her.”

“No!” I groaned as I slammed my XBOX control down on my bed; he made me lose my game. I turned and glared at Weston who was sitting in the middle of my floor, whining. He’s urging me to call the girl I met at the library today even though I don’t want to. I annoyed her enough.

It’s not that she’s not pretty, she really is; it’s just that she obviously didn’t want to talk to me at the library so what makes him think she’d want to talk to me while she’s at her house? Oh, I forgot, I didn’t tell Weston about how I had to blackmail her to get her number.

“Call her,” Weston stated. I started rubbing the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on.

“If I call her, will you leave?” I snapped.

Weston nodded his head as he stared at me excitedly. He quickly dived onto my bed and sat beside me. I put the phone on speaker and dialed the number that I read off of the piece of paper.

“Hello?” a male voice asked after a few rings. Weston gave me a confused look.

“Hi," I replied awkwardly. Where had my confidence gone?

“May I ask why a guy that I don’t know is calling me?” the person replied and I frowned. I don’t even know the girl’s name!

I stuttered. “S-some girl at the library gave me this number.”

“Girl at the library? Who do I know that goes to a li- Savannah!” His shouting caused me to wince away from the phone that sat on my bed. Imagine if that was pressed against my ear.

“Uh, I don’t know her name,” I admitted.

“She has curly brown hair, crazy brown eyes? Glasses? Super violent?” the boy questioned and I made noises of affirmation as he asked. “Yeah, that’s my sister. Speaking of her, why’d she give you my number?”

I grit my teeth. “I flirted with her and she gave me, what I assumed, was her number.”

The guy started laughing…he laughed for about 5 straight minutes. “Dude…my sister gave you the wrong number?”

“Why do you say it like that?” I frowned. He’s saying it as if his sister isn’t a prize. I wouldn’t want some random guys dating my sisters. I’d want a good guy to treat my sister like a princess, even though I’d never admit it to the little brats.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“You say it like she’s…well, nothing. You say it like she’s not special,” I stated and the boy thought for a moment.

“I guess you’re right. There has to be a reason why she didn’t give you the right number. Were you creeping on her?” he asked casually. I thought for a moment before I felt my face warm up. “That’s the creeper silence. Do I have to call the police?”

“No, I wasn’t creeping on her, just…harmless flirting," I admitted shyly.

The guy sucked his teeth. “Harmless flirting? What’d you do?”

“I used a bunch of cheesy pick-up lines,” I admitted.

The guy let out a wild laugh and I heard Weston scoff from beside me. I looked over at him and he shook his head at me. “Didn’t you realize that pick-up lines don’t work?”

“Well…yeah, today,” I muttered and the guy laughed.

“My name’s Jeremiah. Hey, you know what? I’ll put her on the phone,” Jeremiah stated.

“No!” I hastily responded.

“What? Why not?” he asked.

I started stuttering again, something I do when I’m nervous around someone I don’t know. “I just don’t want to seem like a super creep. Odds are we’ll go to the same school. North Valley?”

“Yeah, she goes to North Valley. I never caught your name, by the way,” Jeremiah replied.

“That’s because I didn’t toss it,” I let out a corny laugh and the guy on the other end let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Davis, Jonah Davis.”

“Bond, James Bond," Jeremiah muttered under his breath. “Ah! I found you on Facebook. You have that weird hat on in your profile picture?”

"Yes," I responded. Remind me to change that. I furrowed my eyebrows. Isn’t that technically stalking?

“I have to keep my little sister safe… from a surfer?” he snorted.

I frowned. “Surfing is cool!”

“Yeah, in the eighties,” Jeremiah snorted and Weston let out a laugh while I frowned. Surfing is cool…right?