♥Chapter 14: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴏᴏᴍ♥

✿Kennedy✿

"Anyways," Toothy turns towards me after watching Corey and Jake run out the door, "Those two will be back in a while. Wanna do something until then?"

I nod.

I force my mouth to stay shut about what I found out about Toothy.

I made a promise to Jake, and I intend to keep it.

I just hope my dang mouth will co-operate with me.

Toothy walks into the living room, looking around at the toys before seating herself on the couch. She plays with her hair, zoning off silently for a moment. She looks really pretty in a crop top and denim skirt paired with white sneakers.

"You're really pretty," I say.

She looks up at me, startled, "What?"

"I said you're really pretty." I smile and plop down beside her on the couch.

She clears her throat and straightens up on the couch, "Thank you."

"I like your hair," I say.

She looks away from me, biting her lip, "Yeah, um, you've said that before."

She looks really uncomfortable now. Her eyes dart to the front door as if she's waiting for Corey and Jake to come back.

"Are you okay?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows in worry.

A small gulp goes down her throat.

She nods, "Yeah I'm fine."

"Wanna talk about something?" I ask.

She nods then abruptly shakes her head as if she's battling with something.

She puts her hands on her face and takes a long deep breath while my face contorts in worry.

"Do I have something on my face that's scaring you?" I ask.

She shakes her head before, lifting her head from her hands and leaning back on the couch, getting comfortable.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," She says, "I just..." She shakes her head dismissing the topic, "Nothing. Let's talk about something."  

I want to ask her what happened but give one last worried look instead before opening my mouth.

"I'm from California," I say.

She nods, "Yeah, you've said that."

What didn't I say?

Before I can open my mouth again, Corey and Jake trudge in through the front door; both covered in mud and dirt.

"Fucker chased me down until we fell into a pile of wet mud," Corey grumbles, walking straight into the kitchen to take a rag and wipe his face.

Jake shoots a glare in Corey's direction, "You're the one who tried pushing me in first."

"And you were supposed to fall." Corey narrows his eyes, "Not grab my shirt and pull me in with you!"

"Suits you." Jake gives one last glare before walking up the stairs. The door of his room slams shut.

"I get that went pretty well," Toothy says, looking at Corey.

"He's just mad that I'm right," Corey rolls his eyes wiping his face and hands clean.

He looks at me and his eyes narrow. He points a finger at me, "I know you both kissed."

My cheeks flush bright.

"We did more," I say and mentally curse my mouth.

"I knew it!" Corey makes a fist and pumps it in the air.

"She's joking." Toothy states, giving Corey a flat look.

"They still kissed." Corey points making my face turn pink again.

Toothy looks at me for a moment. Her lips quirk up from the corners into the tiniest sly smile before she looks away and picks up the TV remote.

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I don't get why guys purposefully want to remain bald.

Like doesn't their head get cold in winters? What if a big block of ice falls on their head and it gives them a brain freeze and brain damage?

The Rock played in so many jungle, adventure-type movies. Maybe because he's bald, he acts less in movies with snow.

Turns out, Corey and Toothy come at any time of the day to Jake's house and stay as long as they want.

Right after they leave, I waltz up to Jake's room and knock on his door.

It's 7 in the night and I'm kinda like the rebel type so I don't do bedtimes no matter what the person tells me.

I don't hear a reply from the other side of the door so I knock again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

"What the fuck do you want?" Jake yells from the other side of the door.

"Corey and Toothy left so I'm kinda bored," I answer.

Two seconds later, the door opens and I hold in my breath at the sight of Jake's tall and giant figure looming over me.

"'Thought it was Corey bothering me again," He says.

I grin, "Nope, just me."

He nods and opens the door wider, and I walk in.

I didn't get the chance to look at his room before when I had walked in to annoy him.

Now I look at his plain bedroom. It looks more like a college dorm room. That kinda makes sense since he goes to college. Thick textbooks stacks on his desk which make me dizzy just by looking at them. His walls are plain and cream, his bedsheets are a dark grey colour.

"Why didn't you decorate your room?" I ask, seating myself on the rolly chair near his desk. I know it's called a swivel chair but a rolly chair sounds much easier.

He shrugs in response.

"I can't go anywhere without decorating or styling something. My hands itch when I don't." I say.

He stares at me from where he sits on the bed.

I stare back.

"That's me indirectly asking you to let me decorate your room," I say finally.

He raises an eyebrow, "Now?"

I shrug, "If you want."

Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.

He shrugs again and I immediately take that as a big 'Of course you can Kennedy!'

I light up with excitement before jumping down from the rolly chair and running into my room.

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I pick up a pretty dark brown photo frame with designs on the borders.

"Isn't this pretty?" I ask as I hold up the frame for Jake to see.

He looks at the frame.

He shrugs.

I'm point two seconds away from attacking him and banging his head onto the wall.

There was nothing in my room so after constant persuading and begging, Jake took me to this store somewhere.

And guess what? You'll have a better conversation with a rock than him.

So far I've shown him all sort of decorative pieces, frames, stickers and the only reaction he gives is a freaking shrug.

Like what am I supposed to make out from that shrug? Nah? Good? Amazing? Totally disgusting?

"I swear to God Jake if you don't give me any other reaction I'm gonna start crying here." I scowl.

He looks at me from his momentary zoning off into sleepiness.

He looks at the frame I'm still holding.

"It's nice." He mumbles.

Finally!

"Thank you." I smile.

I put the frame in the cart and move to the next aisle.

"Ooo whatcha think about putting these in your room?" I ask picking up a pack of pink bunny hooks that stick on your walls.

He goes to give another shrug. I give a warning look and his eyebrows raise instead.

"Nice...?" He says.

I nod and smile, "Good." I fling the pack into the cart.

"Can we fucking leave now?" He grumbles running a hand through his hair.

"We've been here only for fifteen minutes," I say.

"I'm bored out of my fucking mind." He complains and a lady who passes by us gives him a disapproving look at his cursing.

I look at the cart that's filled with only five-six items and give a slow shrug, "I guess we could come back later-"

"Yes." Jake cuts me off and grabs my hand and the cart and pulls me to the cashier.

I silently glare at him. Impatient man.

We load the things to the cashier. I look up to see the cashier guy staring at me. More like my chest. I decide to ignore it at first. He looks about Jake's age.

Right when Jake was about to pay for the items, I spot a pretty pack of stickers that would definitely match Jake's wall. 

I gasp. "Jake, we need to get those!"

"What?" He asks.

"Those stickers." I point at them across the store.

Jake sighs but goes to get them anyways. 

"So what's your name?" The cashier asks me, making me turn my head back to look at him.

I realize it's me alone with the cashier. 

Out of pure habit, I grin. "Kennedy Kinsey. How ya doin'?"

"You're really cute." He says.

"Oh, um, thank you." For some reason, I don't like his eyes on me. I wait for Jake to come back so we can leave.

"You go to high school?" He asks and I nod. "Which one?"

"I don't remember the name," I reply. 

"New?" He asks and I nod again. A grin appears on his face. "Want me to give you a tour sometime?"

"No thanks. She has me." A third voice snaps and I look behind me to see an angry-looking Jake stepping up to me until his chest touches my back. "Keep your fucking eyes to yourself unless you want to lose them for good."

The cashier narrows his eyes at him before silently checking our items. Jake throws the money at him before grabbing our stuff in one hand and my hand in the other. 

"Where are we going next?" I ask, wiggling in my seat in excitement, once we're in the car.

He furrows his eyebrows at me, "You still want to go somewhere?"

"We've barely been out for thirty minutes," I say.

"But I wanna go home." He whines like a sleepy child.

"I wanna go somewhere else though. I mean I only go from school then home. School then home. School-home. Rarely, I go to the police station with you. And that's it of my boring life." I give a sigh of despair at the end.

He glares at me for the longest moment.

I hold his stare.

"Fine." He grumbles looking away. "Dramatic ass."

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❆Jake❆

I cut off the engine letting silence envelop us.

I turn my head to look at Ken snoring loudly with her head leaning against the window.

I roll my eyes.

Not even five fucking minutes I drove, she went out like a lightbulb.

I tried waking her up but her ass wouldn't even move.

She's a big fucking heavy sleeper.

I don't even bother trying to wake her up now and directly get out of the car and walk over to her side. 

I pull open the door and jerk into action when Kennedy's body falls out. I catch her by the shoulders just in time.

Fuck, I forgot she was leaning against the door.

Cursing under my breath, I lift her up into my arms and shut the car door with my foot.

I carry her into the house all the while she fucking drools on my hoodie.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I pause for a moment.

Would Kennedy attack me if I take her to my room?

Probably...

I stand there like a fucking idiot for two whole minutes before deciding against it and taking her into her room.

Lowering her down on her bed, I pull the covers up to her chin before remembering she always carries her inhaler in her pocket.

Should I take it out? Would it break if she sleeps with it in her pocket?

I pull the covers down before reaching into the front pockets of her shorts and take out her inhaler. Might as well be careful with this shit. She can't survive without it plus I bought it just a few days ago.

Placing her inhaler on her desk, I move to walk out the door.

Before I can walk out, her voice stops me.

I turn around with raised eyebrows.

Expecting to meet her bright green eyes, I'm met with her open mouth and shut eyelids instead.

I stare at her in confusion. 

She starts talking again with her eyes still close. 

Sleep talking. I nod to myself. Of course, she'd fucking talk in her sleep too.

She murmurs further in her sleep.

I turn around to walk out but stop when she yells.

I spin around and dash towards her bed.

Why the fuck is she yelling in her sleep?

Did something happen? 

I realize it's not the terror-filled 'I'm having a bad dream' type of yell. It's more like an 'I'm a crazy mad-woman with a psychotic mind' kind of yell.

I sigh and grab her moving hands, holding them down before running my finger from her forehead to the middle of her eyebrows.

When I repeat it for a few seconds, she calms down and goes back to silently sleeping.

I look at her face.

My thumb rubs circles on her wrist.

Her hair looks wild with the colour of autumn leaves flowing down in messy long curls.

She looks so small, naïve and so fucking—I need to leave.

I leave her hands and walk out of the room before my mind makes me wanna do something she'd murder me for.

For now, I do not want to be on her 'to murder' list. 

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Who all are your book boyfriends?

Words: 2,200

Date of posting: 24th March