BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 45
In a room full of sniffles and tears, an unexpected chuckle broke through the somber atmosphere. Jonah turned his head ever so slightly, a smile
teasing his lips, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
It was strange. His laughter was infectious, pulling me out of my embarrassment and into a fit of giggles. I glanced down at my toes, trying to keep it
together, but my shoulders shook with laughter.
Laughter is contagious, after all. Before long, the classmates nearby caught the bug, their tears turning into laughter. Their noses even started to
bubble with snot. The scene was so absurd it only made the rest of the room join in.
The sentimental moment had turned into a comedy, and our teacher, the one supposed to keep order, just stood there with a bewildered look on his
face. He gave Jonah and me a pleading glance, “Why don’t you two step outside for a bit?”
And that’s how, for the first time, a student and a family member got kicked out of a parent-teacher meeting. Jonah and I strolled around the empty
campus, the night air cool against my flushed cheeks.
I just rolled my eyes.
Time flew by, and before I knew it, senior year was upon me. The school switched from giving us breaks every two weeks to just once a month, so I
saw even less of them.
On the bright side, Marie was almost free of her depression, according to the doctor. She no longer sat by the door lost in thought, claiming the wind
was too harsh and the sun too blinding. She rarely woke up at night to hang wind chimes or dance under the tree, saying she’d forgotten the steps.
Instead, she began following the doctor’s advice, venturing out more often, sometimes dancing or going on shopping sprees. Every time I came
home, she’d have a new outfit waiting for me.
As for Jonah, I fretted over the possibility of him falling for someone else, or someone falling for him. The daily mix of anticipation and worry became
my new addiction.
That evening, home for the break, I sat next to Jonah like always, nose buried in my books while he tattooed a client. The twist this time was that his
client was a striking woman with short hair.
She rocked a black camisole, her shoulder adorned with watercolor irises, her toned waist hinting at a six-pack, radiating confidence and allure. She
seemed pretty chummy with Jonah, too, her words dripping with familiarity.
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I pretended to be engrossed in my homework, but my ears were practically on high alert. Jonah asked her what design she wanted. She casually
pulled out her phone, swiped a few times, and pointed at a male celebrity on the screen.
“Anything handsome will do.”
“Are you sure?” Jonah asked.
Her lips curled into a playful smile, “Or you could tattoo yourself. I think you’re way more handsome.”
Instinctively, I looked up. Jonah’s face was unreadable, giving nothing away. I tightened my grip on my pen.
“So, silence means yes?” she teased.
She suddenly turned to me, “Hey, would you mind snapping a picture of us. If I’m getting a tattoo, might as well make it a big one—with both of us.”
Startled, my pen slipped from my fingers, clattering to the floor. Jonah set aside his tattoo sketch, leaning back with a relaxed air, “You’d better be
serious about that.”
Her eyes glimmered with mischief as she laughed, “What’s there to be scared of? It’s you who seems worried—afraid your girlfriend might get the
wrong idea?”
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