One Way Or Another || Jonathan & Ruby
Ever since Jonathan had received the anonymous letter inciting some sort of action against the reporters who had been plaguing most of the senior class, from the day of the shooting onwards, he had wanted to do something. If not to actually gain a substantial result, then to prove that he wasnât sitting around letting them take advantage of him and what had happened. He hated what Liam had done and he hated the press for the publicity surrounding it, but most of all, he hated that the letter had suggested that he wasnât trying to move on. That he was still a tragic kid of Midland. Hadnât he spent the last couple of weeks trying to convince people that he was fine? Hadnât he spent the last couple of months going through physical therapy just so that he could walk again? Surely that counted as moving on.
But according to this anonymous author, someone who was too afraid to sign their own name on a piece of paper, they werenât doing enough. Apparently it was time to âfightâ, whatever that was supposed to mean. How were a bunch of âkidsâ supposed to stop every single reporter who was making a living from their story? It seemed pretty far-fetched. What exactly could they do?
Even so, it appeared that everyone was trying something. From trying to dig up dirt on the reporters, with the hope that they would uncover something big enough to get rid of them all, to threatening them, people were doing and planning things. So, Jonathan needed to. He was sick of having to explain that he was fine every time he saw someone he knew, with them just assuming that, because of his knee, he wasnât. Maybe if he and Ruby could pull something off, theyâd stop asking him and just know that he was fine. And he could prove that he wasnât about to let reporters walk all over him, too. At least not anymore. That would be great.
It would also require a big plan, something which would make the reporters back off, once and for all. But he and Ruby hadnât quite figured that part out yet; they only had ideas, many of which probably wouldnât work, so they had decided to forego planning. Things would undoubtedly go wrong at some point, anyway, and Jonathan wasnât the worst at ad-libbing so maybe it was for the best. They wouldnât waste any more time with it - he had already spent a few days too many concerning himself with how he would go about getting rid of the reporters without bringing danger to himself - and maybe it would prevent their expectations from becoming too big; if they didnât know what to expect, anything that did eventually happen would be better than nothing. So, Jonathan had texted his best friend to meet her at their starting point, Alyssa Strohmâs street, where there would most likely be a multitude of reporters just waiting to be stopped. He didnât know if it would work, or that there would even be that many reporters - all he was going from was something Alyssa had said about her trash - and he wasnât sure he knew where she lived either, but he hoped that just seeing a few of them would give him some ideas.
With this in mind, he left his house while his mother was too preoccupied with something else to notice and started walking. Soon - but frustratingly slower than Jonathan had expected - he found the street. It had some reporters hanging around, more than he had seen around the rest of Midland, which was a hint that he was in the right place, but it was also familiar to him. As soon as he saw the Strohmâs house, he realised why it was; Savannah was Alyssaâs sister, so she lived there too, and even if he hadnât been to Alyssaâs house he was pretty sure he had been there before. Maybe for a party, or something. It didnât really matter. All that mattered was that he had found the right place and that Ruby would be there soon, so he sat down on the sidewalk and waited.
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