Revenge: Episode 87 [A Jonas Story] Video

Revenge: Episode 87

Warning: This chapter's boring. x] It's just filler. Annndd, it's mostly dialogue, besides the beginning.

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Joe picked me up and brought me home within a few minutes. I could tell, indefinitely, that he was still furious with me, but he was also concerned.
I was broken. Irreversibly broken. Stacey's words, her simple words had hurt me so deeply. Even I couldn't understand it....
When I got home I went straight to sleep, without even speaking a single word to Joe. I had school the next day, and I was going. I needed to do something productive that would guide my mind away from my pregnancy.... And Stacey.... And the peeled open emotional wounds.... Everything....

The morning came much, much too quickly. I went to school late that day, at ten AM rather than eight. Fortunately, today was our "relief" day. Each year, once a month, we had a day when we simply did no work. We were allowed to listen to music in class and socialize. Actually, we didn't go to class at all. The whole school was crammed together in the auditorium for a few hours, watching movies and munching on snacks, until one o'clock, when we all retreated to outside the school for the faculty football game.
Usually, I skipped relief days. We did absolutely nothing, and, quite truthfully, it grew boring. The last two relief days Nick had made interesting, if interesting meant harassing and tormenting me for seven hours.
Joe arrived at school before me, so when I entered the auditorium, he was already there, seated in the twelfth grade section.
I didn't glance at him. I was afraid he was still angry with me, so I instinctively sat down with the other ninth graders.
I was in the way back, in a completely separate row from the rest of my peers. Some of my friends cast me funny looks, but they didn't remark.
Nick was at the front of the group, while Stacey was in the middle, stuck between a pack of other student's.
It hurt me inside just to peek at the two of them.
I sat alone for quite a while, with my chin leaned up against the chair in front of me, which was absent of any student.
Suddenly, someone seated themselves beside. I jumped, stupidly assuming it was Nick, although he was still at the very peak of the group.
Turns out, it was Joe. He had a huge smile plastered on his face when I looked at him. It didn't seem like he was angry with me anymore, and, if he was, he was sure decent at disguising it.
"Hi, Toricake," he sang, performing that stupid "stretch-and-then-put-his-arm-around-my-shoulder" move.
I smiled bleakly.
"Hello..." I tried to think of a decent pet name, but failed.
"What's the matter, honey bear?" Joe remarked, lifting his legs up and resting them on the empty chair in front of him. "You seem sad."
"You know what happened," I murmured. "I told you on the way home last night...."
He made a face.
"Toribear," Joe began, rubbing my shoulder soothingly, "don't let Stacey make you upset. Please. I don't want to see you upset."
I sighed deeply.
"Okay..." I was lying, of course, but I didn't want to irritate Joe. "What's with all the pet names, by the way?" I added, with extremely weak cheeriness.
"I'm trying to figure out what to call you. I've overused "sweetheart"...and "honey"...and..."baby". God, I've used baby wayyyy too much," he explained, smirking.
"Yes, well...Toricakes...Toribear...and honey bear aren't really working for me...."
Joe chuckled.
"Come on. You love my nick names. They're so adorable."
I smiled slyly.
"Can I call you Joe the hoe? Then Ill give you permission to call me...Toricakes."
Joe matched my smile.
"That's wonderful, strawberry pop tart! Of course you can!"
I blinked.
"NEVER use that name again. Ever." I stared around, slightly worried about whether or not someone had heard that ridiculous nick name.
Joe laughed out loud, and I glared at him.
"Aw, baby cakes, stop complaining. I could use worse names than that. Want me to call you...little bumblebee, or something?"
I actually giggled, sincerely, too, as a light pink tint colored my cheeks.
"No thank you, Joe."
"Mmkay, Toricakes." He paused. "That one's growing on me."
My glare deepened, although I was smiling.
"You're an ass."
Joe smirked.
"You're short...compared to me."
I sighed, thinking of a suitable reply.
"You have a small dick. Ha."
Joe's mouth was gaping.
"Do I have to give you the measurements!? It's not small!"
I stared at him incredulously.
"You MEASURE...it?"
He thrust his lower lip into a quivering pout.
"Doesn't every guy?"
I couldn't think of a decent come back for that, so I hesitated for a moment.
But suddenly, someone's voice chimed across the auditorium, like a loud, clear bell.
The person wasn't even speaking to me, but about me.
"TORI SMITH IS PREGNANT!?"

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