Midnight Blue- Chapt 4

Emma Valerè, why didnt you just tell me you had history with Jonah and you were EXTREAMLY hung over him?Wouldve made it easier..
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I shook the odd feeling that Emma was angry off of me.
"So," Jonah said, taking a bite out of an apple. "Whatcha wanna do?"
I chuckled. "What do I wanna do or what do YOU wanna do?"
He looked a little bit like a dog who was trying to get a treat. "Sorry. Just seeing if that trick works."
"Maybe it does!"
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Hey, its me, live from the dead! I bet you can tell I was very happy go lucky most of the time. I will tell you it wasnt suicide.
To those who thought so:
Shame on you. I obviously didnt hate life.
You know... At the time.
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Ten minutes later, we were cuddling, and I thought wow, maybe this year could be amazing. The best days of my life.
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WRONG.
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"Hey, can I ask you something?" I ask Jonah. His gaze shifts to my eyes and he nods. "Do you have any history with Emma Valerè?"
He tensed up."Uhmmm.... Why?"
"She looked jealous."
He sighed. "Yeah, kind of."
I arched an eyebrow. "Kind of?"
"Well.... She was sort of my girlfriend.."
"Sort of?" Really, he needed to explain things.
"She was, like, OBSESSED with me. She was one of those girls who basically treat you like a boyfriend but you REALLY dont like her." I laughed, but I also wondered why Em never told me. "Anyways," he continued. "She got super super clingy, and then she tried to force me to makeout with her. It was mentally scarring." He shuddered.
I laughed."But you dont like her?" he shook his head. "Good."
A bell rung from the distance. I swung from the lowest branch. "Wanna come over?"
"Sure," he said following me down.
We walked down to my car, a silver prius, because Jonah doesnt have a car yet. Mines a hand me down from my aunt.
"Leia..."Jonah said worried. He pointed behind me.
I turned around and what I saw made me feel like screaming.
On the huge sign in front of the school read:
Slutty Little Leia Nolan slept with Jonah Wynd by the sycamore tree!
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One more reason to never ever fall in love by that dreaded sycamore tree.