♥Chapter 42: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ♥

✿Kennedy✿

Holidays are over.

School starts.

Jake starts being a pain in the butt every morning.

He wakes me up early for school with intense coaxing and naming tempting things and sometimes when I still don't wake up, he'd drag me to the bathroom while I flail my arms and legs.

Such a dad.

I'd make him sit beside me at the breakfast table and have breakfast too while I speak to Alex.

Jake never speaks but he keeps glancing at Alex from time to time.

Jake takes it upon himself to drop me off at school and to also pick me up, relieving Alex of me.

It's been weeks since school started. I've been improving on my studies with Jake helping me every night on the kitchen counter.

He still seemed furious when he remembers what happened at school with Mark.

Mr. Mark started getting a little too friendly for my liking and started casually placing his hand on my shoulder or staring at me for too long.

God knows what courage crept into me that I called out to him after class and told him to stop before I got more uncomfortable and give a complaint against him. I even told him that I lived with a police officer and if he wants to get got then he's more than welcome.

Not that I couldn't have handled him myself. Just saying.

Mr. Mark's face had dropped when I flatly warned him and since then he's stopped all that he was trying to do and mostly ignored me.

Jake was proud of me when I told him what happened on the way back home.

Now his mouth's all over my body.

I still don't get how and what he does that gets me so hot and flushed.

Our shirts are off, his hands on my waist, my hands in his hair, his mouth placing kisses all over my skin.

His hand wanders down to my hip, the pads of his fingers gently tracing my skin.

The warm bed beneath me does nothing to cool down my body's temperature that seems to be rising and rising.

Very slowly, Jake slips his hand into my shorts and cups between my legs.

I bite my bottom lip to hold in a moan.

His fingers start playing with my underwear and I close my eyes briefly.

"You like that?" Jake breathes, his mouth hovering over the skin right above my breast.

I nod, not having it in me to open my mouth.

"You like my fingers or my mouth?"

Um both?

"I like popsicles." I agree, nodding my head.

"That's not what I asked." He smirks then slips a finger into me. I hold in a gasp.

"Jake." I squeeze my eyes shut, holding in the weird sets of noises coming from my mouth.

He puts another finger inside.

My eyes fly open.

Holy.

Crap.

He pulls out his fingers and I thought it was all over. But then he pushes his fingers back in making another gasp erupt from my mouth.

He covers my mouth with his, while his fingers continue to torture me down there.

"I want to fuck you." His mouth breathes against mine.

"I want a popsicle, yes." I agree, nodding.

His mouth kisses me hard and long and I think I'm going to pass out.

Something pools in my stomach and I know I'm going to come.

Jake had to pause and take fifteen minutes last time to explain what 'going to come' means.

For some reason, I hold it in with great difficulty.

A few minutes pass and Jake groans against my mouth, "Why aren't you coming?"

"Maybe you need to try harder?"

If he can abuse my pride then so am I.

"Try harder my ass." He grumbles. "You're doing it on purpose."

"Who says?"

Jake glares at me before an evil look slowly spreads on his face, "Fine. You want me to try harder?"

My face drops at his evil look and I know whatever he's going to do is probably going to make me faint.

I regret my words now.

He pulls down my shorts and I suck in a breath. He lowers his body until his head's positioned between my legs. Before I knew what was happening, his tongue dives into me. I gasp. I move to squirm but his hands press my hips firmly down to the bed.

My hands fly to my mouth to muffle in a series of loud moans.

Right then someone knocks on the door.

But he doesn't stop.

"Jake." I hiss. "Someone's knocking."

He turns deaf to my words.

"Kennedy?" Alex's voice comes from the other side of the door.

"Jake! It's your motherloving dad!" I whisper-yell and try to remove his hands that are now at my bra.

Jake shrugs my hands away, "Answer him or else he'll come in." 

My eyes widen, "Exactly! He'll come in! You gotta stop!"

"No."

"Jake!"

"Kennedy? You in there? Can I come in?"

My eyes widen.

"Uh-no! I'm changing!" I yell.

Jake's mouth pulls into a grin before he bites the skin of my inner thigh. I almost yelp before biting down on my lip to suppress it.

"Oh okay. There's someone here to meet you downstairs. Come when you're done."

"That's right, baby," Jake breathes against my skin, his hands pressing me down on the bed, "Come when you're done being a stubborn tease. Why aren't you coming, Kennedy?"

I muffle another moan when his hands hold my breasts.

"Kennedy? You heard me?" Alex asks.

"Hmm...who?" I can barely think straight, "Oh! Right! Yes, I heard you!"

Alex's retreating footsteps could be heard.

My fingers find Jake's shoulder and I pinch him really hard until I'm sure his skin would have torn off.

"Fuck!" He jerks away from me.

I scowl at him, "No shame at all! That was your freaking dad!" 

He smirks at me while rubbing his shoulder where I pinched him.

I quickly put on my t-shirt and pull up my shorts before making myself look like a normal human being.

I leave Jake lying on my bed before skipping down the stairs while taking a few puffs from my inhaler.

My movements halt when I spot someone standing in the doorway of the house.

Eve.

I raise my eyebrows, "Eve?"

Her eyes move from staring at my Yoda to me.

"Hey." A nervous look comes on her face as she smiles, "Can we talk?"

I hesitate but nod and step towards her.

She moves back and stands out on the porch, and I stand in front of her.

Since the things Eve said about me at school, we've never talked and barely look at each other while passing in the hallways at school.

Eve runs a hand through her short hair nervously while I wait for her to speak.

"I don't know how to apologize to you." She starts, gripping the straps of her shoulder bag, "I'm so sorry, Kennedy. I shouldn't have said those things to you."

I keep staring at her.

"What made you realize that?" I ask.

She bites her bottom lip before speaking, "I realized how horrible I sounded and couldn't stop myself from coming here and apologizing to you. I can't give excuses on why I acted like that but please know that I'm really sorry."  

I shrug.

I really don't know what to say.

If Toothy was here, she would have narrowed her eyes skeptically until the other person felt uncomfortable enough to just evaporate themselves.

Corey would have brushed it off and said everything was well and good.

For Jake, people would rather get hit by a truck than meet his narrowed eyes.

"It's fine," I say finally.

"We don't have to go back to being friends or to even start talking again," Eve says, "I just want you to know that I'm sorry and for us to be on good terms."

I nod assuringly, "We're on good terms."

She gives a little smile, "Thanks."

I nod once again.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

"Want to come in and have a cookie?"

Dang it!

She smiles and shakes her head, "I'll get going," She waves at me, "Oh wait." She pauses, "Are you coming to the party tonight?"

"What party?" I ask in confusion.

"There's a high school party. Everyone's going. Want to come?" Eve says and pulls out her phone, before scrolling through it.

"Here's the address," She shows me the screen with an address written on it.

"That's Corey's and Toothy's house," I state.

"Oh," Eve blinks, sliding her phone away, "I didn't know..."

"So you are coming then," Eve says.

I give a little smile as a response because I don't really know.

I've never been to a party.

"I'll see you there then." She says, "If you want to that is."

I wave at her, and she waves back before I walk back into the house, and she walks down the porch stairs.

I shut the door behind me.

"JAAAKE!" I scream.

A second later, Jake is half-running, half-stumbling out of my room and flying down the stairs looking as if he's ready to shoot something.

"What? What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I need your help," I say.

"What?"

"We're going to Corey's party tonight."

Jake takes a long pause.

Blinks.

Blinks again.

Stares at me.

Blinks a couple more times.

And he's still staring at me.

"I'm sorry," Jake frowns, "Did you yell my name that fucking loud just to tell me this?"

I raise an eyebrow, "Yeah, and?"

"You sure someone didn't shoot you or something?" Jake questions.

"Jake, do you see any bullet wounds on me?" I let him take a good look at me as I twirl around to show him.

Jake sighs placing his hands on his face, "I thought something happened to you."

"As you can see, I'm all well and good. Can I voice out my main concern here now?" I ask.

He gestures for me to go on with his hand.

"Corey's having a party tonight at his house. We're going."

"Yup," He says and takes my hand. "We're going to bed."

I snatch my hand back, "We're going to Corey's party."

"Who said?" He glares at me.

"I did." I glare back.

"Ken, it's just one of his stupid parties. He keeps like three every fucking month."

"Can't we at least go to one then?" 

"You would rather go to a party than spend time with me?" A sulky expression appears on his face.

"Stop being a baby, I'm taking you with me. We are spending time together."

"But I don't want to go." He almost whines.

"You don't have to talk to anyone. Just stay with me as I have my first experience at a high school party."

He furrows his eyebrows, "You've never been to a high school party before?"

"Sometimes I wonder if you know me at all," I voice out, "Yes! Jake! I've never been to a high school party!"

"Lucky you. Those parties are the shitiest."

"People who tagged Corey on Instagram don't say that."

"Is that what you do at night on your phone?" He raises his eyebrows, "Stalk Corey's Instagram account?"

Well, there's also playing Flappy Bird, texting Gary and Toothy, watching cat videos, and editing a million of Jake's photos into cartoon-looking creatures and sending them to Corey while he also does the same and sends it to me.

Good thing Jake doesn't know my phone's password.

"I'll never tell." I jut out my chin, looking away.

"So can we go?" I ask after a while.

Jake narrows his eyes, "No."

"Why the heck not?" I throw my hands up, "Except for the obvious reason that you're a Grinch-y introvert."

"I hate parties, I hate Corey, I hate Corey's parties, I hate people, I hate the people at Corey's parties."

"You sure that's your final decision?" I cross my arms against my chest.

"Yes." He says confidently.

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A permanent glare etches Jake's face as he fastens the laces of his sneakers. I proper the collar of his leather jacket and run my hand a few times through his soft brown hair.

"You look good." I smile at him.

He glares at me.

I had been going through my closet for the past hour, with Toothy on my phone's screen suggesting me what to wear and bossing me around to show her this and that outfit.

I barely had any clothes in my overflowing closet!

Finally, we settled in on the little black dress we bought a few days ago.

Jake couldn't stop looking at me once I was all dressed.

But then his expression changed into his signature glare.

He helps me into my heels before standing up. I stand up and a flat look comes on my face when I realize that even in heels, I barely come up to his chin.

"I need higher heels," I tell him.

He doesn't respond.

I shrug.

Let him sulk all he wants.

I won this fight.

I turn around to walk to the front door but almost yelp when Jake grabs the back of my dress, halting me.

I whirl around ready to give Jake one big lecture about how his last-minute conviction about not going to the party won't work, but I stop when I notice him feeling the fabric of my dress with a frown on his face.

"What?" I ask.

"It's very thin."

I look down at my dress, "I think it's pretty."

"It's cold outside."

"You're the kind of person who checks temperatures now?" I ask.

Jake stares at my dress for a long time.

Then he shrugs off his jacket and holds it out for me.

I look at the jacket.

"I'm sorry, Barbie, but that jacket is not my size," I say.

"You don't wanna get cold with asthma, trust me."

I shrug before slipping my arms into the jacket.

Mmm it smells like him; soap, cologne, a little bit of leather and a whole lot of rudeness.

Jake fixes the jacket around me, folding up the sleeves and pulling out my hair from underneath.

His face holds a scrutinizing look as he looks at me, his eyes trailing up and down my body.

Looking hot, aren't I?

"Your legs will get cold." He says, looking at my bare legs.

I shrug it off, "It's fine. I don't mind a little cold."

Jake shakes his head as if he's not having it.

"Do you have any pants to wear with the dress?" He asks.

I shake my head. "Nothing that will look good."

He then pulls out his phone and dials someone's number before pressing the phone to his ear.

"Who're you calling?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Toothy," He answers.

"Toothy," Jake says once Toothy answers the phone, "I need that thing you girls wear on your legs."

He gives a flat look, "Oh really? I really never knew that girls wore fucking pants on their legs."

"Yeah, something like pants. It like sticks to your legs," Jake says, "No, leggings are more cloth-y type. Fuck, I can't get that word. It's like almost transparent but not transparent enough." He describes. "It also has socks stitched to it - yes! Tights! Exactly! I want one of those—No! Not for me, dumbass! For Kennedy!"

Jake's face morphs into an incredulous look, "What the fuck? Colour and pattern? How the fuck am I supposed to know what colour and pattern?"

"I don't know? The normal tights?" He continues on the phone, "What...? Fishnets? Why would Kennedy wear fucking fishnets on her legs? She's not a mermaid."

I open my mouth to explain it to Jake, but he scoffs.

"Guys are dumb?" He asks, "It's you girls who are so fucking confusing."

"Jake." I start.

He holds up a hand for me to wait, "Oh now I'm the one who doesn't understand you? You've heard the way you talk? Any person would lose half their brain cells listening to you talk."

Am I supposed to step away from this sudden fight or...?

"Goddamn Toothy, can't you just be a helpful person without being a brat first?" Jake narrows his eyes before widening them, "Fine! Fine! I'm sorry, now stop crying!"

He rolls his eyes, mouthing the words 'Drama Queen' to me.

"Fine, Kennedy and I are on the way. Keep those tights ready."

Jake hangs up with a huff.

"Done?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

He glares at me, "Don't look at me like that."

"You know leggings would have been fine too and I have those upstairs right now."

Jake gives me another look and I shake my head.

Finally, we're both done and ready to leave.

My body wiggles slightly in the car seat in excitement while Jake drives to Corey's house.

"So what's a party like?" I ask Jake.

"I don't really know, but I do know that it's like a party." He explains.

"Oh."

Huh, who would've thought?

"Oh, right I just remembered." Jake starts. "There are some rules you need to follow."

I snort. "Me following what now?"

He shoots me a glare. My smile drops.

"I'm listening." I nod, obediently.

"Rule number one," He holds up one finger.

Oh boy.

"Do not accept anything from any stranger." He says, "No matter how friendly they seem or how kind."

"Not even donuts?"

"Unless it's from Corey, Toothy, me or anyone else you truly know." He says.

Meaning I can just grab a stranger, know him and then take the donuts from him.

"It doesn't work like that." Jake face-palms.

My eyes widen in surprise. "Did I speak out loud?"

"No, but the face you're making tells me enough about what you're thinking."

"What face did I make?" I place my hands on my cheeks.

"Rule number two," He ignores my question. "Always have me and Corey around or in your sight. If something happens, you'll be able to call out to us."

"What if I don't call out to you? What if I can take down the big guy myself?" I ask.

He sighs, "Fine, then just call us so we can take care of the guy after you're done with him."

"Okay." I grin.

Jake goes on talking about a million more rules.

I try keeping up with him but my mind can't stop thinking about the guy who broke his table. Poor him. Why did he even have a glass table in the first place? Like it was obvious if something that heavy fell on it, the glass table would shatter.

Also, he was standing so close to it, that he might've gotten hurt. What if any glass piece stuck to his skin?

"Rule number twenty-seven. Don't you even dare think about—Kennedy...? Are you listening to me? Kennedy!"

"Our table." I gape in horror, looking at Jake with wide eyes, "It's broken."

"What table? What are you talking about? Kennedy, were you listening to me? Were you thinking about murder again?"

"I'm so glad our table is made of wood," I tell him.

He stares at me, "Er...okay." He brings back his glare. "Were you listening to me!?" He snaps.

"No."

"Little shit."

A yawn comes out of my mouth. "Now you made me sleepy."

He narrows his eyes at me. "Rule number twenty-eight."

"Oh mama." I groan out.

"If you can then please refrain from dancing." He tells me.

I furrow my eyebrows, "Why?"

"You don't want to be the reason for someone's death."

"Excuse me?" I raise my eyebrows in offence.

"Or of your own for the matter of fact."

"I'll make sure to dance right where you're standing." I glare at him. 

"That's against rule number-twenty eight." He states.

I narrow my eyes at him.

I'll rub it in his face in a while that I haven't been listening to a thing he said and already forgot what all he did.

We finally reach Toothy and Corey's house.

Loud music pours out of the house which could have brought on a mini earthquake. My heart already starts beating louder cos of the music as we near the front door.

I start bouncing and Jake holds my hand, so I don't completely go crazy.

We enter the house, and my eyes widen.

This isn't the house that I came to on Thanksgiving. It's a completely different world.

"Woah," I tell Jake, my eyes still wide.

He tightens his hold on my hand, silently delivering me the message 'I told you I hate effing people and now I'm effing angry at you for effing bringing me here'.

I squeeze his hand back, silently giving him the message 'stop being a baby'.

I venture into the house, looking around at everyone and the colourful flashy lights. A strange kind of smell lingers in the air, making my nose wrinkle.

"What's that smell?" I ask Jake, more like yell, because the music's so flipping loud.

"Alcohol." He answers.

"I wanna try."

"No."

I scowl. "Why not?"

"It's against rule number eighteen. Also, you'll regret it."

"How do you know?"

"I know you, so I know you'll regret it."

I narrow my eyes at him but let it slide.

The smell tells me I'm not going to like it anyway.

"Can we fucking leave? You've seen the party now." Jake grumbles.

"In a minute," I tell him off.

He sulks again.

I walk all around the house, making sure to soak up everything I see. Jake holds my hand the entire time, following me like an angry sad little puppy.

Or a giant mountain bear since he can't really be compared to a puppy with the size of him.

The air is kinda stuffy in here though.

"I need a breather," I tell Jake and we move to a corner, a little away from everyone.

I take my time breathing in enough air and use my inhaler.

Oh mama, I'd die in here between all these people.

My hands get busy with the inhaler, and it takes me seconds to notice a girl wearing a pretty tight red dress standing in front of Jake.

Jake looks over her as if she's not standing right in front of him with his face all blank.

"Hey." The girl smiles with her red-coated lips.

She's really pretty.

Jake ignores her, not even glancing down at her.

"I'm Maia." She introduces.

Jake ignores her again.

"Jake." I elbow him. "She's talking to you."

He shoots me a look, "But I don't want to talk to her."

I almost face-palm, "You can't just say that you don't wanna talk to people right in front of people."

I shoot an apology smile to Maia, "I'm sorry. He's always like that."

Maia's eyes fall on me and her face suddenly changes into a scrutinizing look with an expression of disgust on her face as she looks me up and down.

She ignores me pointedly and looks back at Jake, "Wanna get out of here?"

Ex-FLIPPING-cuse me?

A glare comes on my face that I couldn't help at all.

Jake ignores her again. He leans back against the wall putting his hands in his pockets with his ankles crossed and his head tilting back to rest on the wall behind. He closes his eyes.

He's bored.

"I have a nice place if you want to come," Maia suggests.

"I wanna come!" I jump in between with a glare, "Take me?"

Maia gives me another judge-y look with her lips pulling into an expression showing annoyance.

"I'm not talking to you." She says.

"No, but you're talking to my boyfriend and if you don't want his girlfriend to go all psycho on you then I suggest you have some respect and walk away from here."

Jake purses his lips to hide an amused smile that's trying to appear on his lips.

But I see it alright.

Maia rolls her eyes. "You can't expect me to believe that."

"Don't worry I don't expect anything from people like you," I say, honestly.

She stares at me again, her eyes gazing me up and down before a scoff comes out of her mouth and she walks away.

"Hey! I wasn't done yet!" I call after her.

I scoff, crossing my arms, "How on earth can people make a move on other guys while their girlfriend is standing literally right next to them?"

"Jealous?" Jake smirks, looking down at me.

I make a funny face at him, "No."

"You went off on her." An amused look comes on his face.

"She was being rude." I point out.

"Last time I checked even I was rude. In fact, you called me the rudest person alive that would make even Satan cry for his mama." He recalls my exact words.

"You're different. You weren't rude like her. You're more—Corey!" I cut off as I spot Corey from the corner of my eye.

A grin spreads on my face while Jake's face drops into an expression of annoyance.

I dash ahead to where I had spotted Corey and found him later talking to a girl with his usual charming smile.

"Corey!" I call out to him.

His eyes meet mine and he stops mid-sentence. A grin lights up his face and he engulfs me in a hug, lifting me off my feet, "Kennedy! I didn't know you were coming! Jakey here too?"

He puts me down and I nod.

"Autumn, this is Kennedy," Corey introduces me to the girl he was talking to.

Autumn gives me a smile and a little wave.

"You two girls get along while I got bother that bastard Jake," Corey says.

He goes to take a step away but then pauses with a look of uncertainty on his face.

"Uh, Kennedy?" He turns around and calls me.

"Yeah?"

He motions with his fingers for me to come closer to him.

I step towards him.

"I know you're all ready for murder and all and I'd honestly love to join in your crazy schemes, but...can you please leave Autumn out of that?" He asks with a pleading look. "Please, don't kill her or even try to? I kinda like her...like a bit too much."

I furrow my eyebrows at him, "I wasn't even going to...but yeah, okay. Anything for my friend, I guess."

He gives me a grateful nod. "Thank you. Also, make sure to be safe. I know Jake's already told you the bad side about going to a party."

"Don't even get me started."

He grins and nods before turning around to walk away.

I turn around to face Autumn. She has short brown hair and gray eyes. She has the whole nerdy librarian look. She's so cute.

We speak for a while and she's really nice.

A few minutes later, we say bye and I turn around to find Jake.

My eyes scan over the mass of dancing and loitering people but I can't find him.

My stomach grumbles all of a sudden and I'm craving something sweet.

Something like maybe cakes, brownies, pastries, chips—wait, no, that's salty.

With that thought, I walk towards the kitchen and open the doors to the pantry and shelves, trying to find something good and sweet to eat.

These shelves used to be filled on Thanksgiving for the little bratty cousins of Jake's. I hope they left something for me.

At the corner of one shelve, I find a bowl of mini cookies.

Aha!

Without another thought, I grab it, "You're mine now." I stare at the delicious-looking mini chocolate chip cookies that are literally begging for me to eat them.

Putting one in my mouth, I moan. The chocolate melts in my mouth and the cookies are so soft and warm.

These are so good.

Someone bumps into me from behind and I turn around to see a really tall guy with the whole emo-punk look.

"Woah, sorry." He apologizes and the smell that I've been wrinkling my nose to the whole time since I came here, wafts much stronger from this guy in front of me.

"It's okay," I reply, popping another cookie into my mouth.

His eyes rake me up and down and a smile lines his lips, "You're pretty."

I go ahead to grin but then refrain from it. There might be chocolate stains on my teeth.

Instead, I smile. "Thank you."

"Wanna go somewhere?"

My smile drops, "Uh...no."

"Don't worry," He smirks, "I don't bite."

"I do." Someone else snaps and I look to the side to see Jake.

He marches towards the emo guy and stands in front of him, shielding me.

The emo guy holds up his hands in defence, widening his eyes at Jake's glare. "I didn't know she was taken. My bad, man."

Jake continues glaring at him until the emo guy shuffles out of the kitchen.

"Who's getting all worked up now?" I put a cookie in my mouth.

Jake only glares at me, "Can we fucking leave now?"

I wave him off, "Relax, here have some cookies. They're really good."

Jake's eyes suspiciously narrow on the cookies, "Where'd you get them?"

"Somewhere from the shelves," I answer.

"Are you sure these weren't out in the open?" He asks. "That's against rule number fifteen."

We discussed rules...? When?

I shake my head, "They were safely hidden in the shelves until I found them."

Jake scrutinizes the cookies for a long time before he shrugs and puts one in his mouth.

He must've found these cookies really good too because, in fifteen minutes, we finish the whole bowl.

A few minutes later, Corey swaggers into the kitchen, interrupting the conversation Jake and I were having.

He spots us and grins, "What are my favourite people doing?"

"Nothing much." I reply, "Where's Toothy?"

"She's upstairs in her room. She doesn't like these parties."

I nod.

Corey opens his mouth to say something—but his eyes stop on the empty cookie bowl in my hands. His head snaps up towards me as fast as lightning.

He looks back at the bowl and his eyes widen as big as the moon.

"Uh...Kennedy?" He asks.

"Yeah?"

"What are you holding in your hand?"

I hold up the empty bowl, "There were cookies in there. I got hungry."

Maybe I ate Corey's secret stash of snacks.

"Sorry if these were yours. I'll bake you cookies if you like." I apologize.

"Cookies you say?" Corey gives out a nervous laugh as if he was in severe disbelief.

"Um yeah," I respond and Jake furrows his eyebrows.

"Did-did..." He stutters. "Is there a possibility that you two have not eaten the whole bowl?"

"We did." Jake frowns. "Why the fuck are you acting like that?"

Corey plays with his fingers, nervously laughing.

"Ha, ha. Nice joke both of you. Tell me you trashed all the cookies and didn't eat them."

"But we did," I state.

"Please don't kill me!" He's on his knees, pleading, grabbing the front of Jake's t-shirt.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jake asks, trying to yank his shirt back.

Corey laughs again but this time it looks like he's going to cry.

"Those...those were pot cookies."

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This chapter was long.

Favorite season?

There's gonna be a lot of Toothy, Corey, Kennedy and Jake scenes in the following chapters.

I hope I'm making you people laugh instead of embarrassing myself :)

I got only five more days before my summer break starts ToT

Words: 5,200

Date of publishing: 5th June 2022