♥Chapter 8: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴀɴᴅᴡɪᴄʜ♥

✿Kennedy✿

I lick the ice cream from my cone. Gary always told me to lick them when I eat one of these "teeth murderers" as he calls them.

Apparently biting into your ice creams can cause problems in your chest by the chest freezing up or something. I don't know.

My eyes dart to Jake across me in the booth and my cheeks turn pink when I see his eyes already eyeing my mouth licking the ice cream.

Maybe he wants some. He isn't even eating his own.

He isn't saying anything so I wouldn't really know.

Should I call the creep cop? I should feel creeped out if a guy stares at me. But I don't. Because it's Jake. I don't know how that's a reason, but it is what it is.

Corey sits beside me and Toothy beside Jake.

Corey wanted to take me to get milkshakes as he promised but changed his mind in between and decided to get ice cream instead.

"So you're paying right, Jake?" Corey asks over the three scopes of his ice cream, a teasing smile hiding behind it.

Jake turns his eyes away from me and glares at Corey. "Not the one who slapped Ken."

My stomach does weird flips the way he calls me 'Ken'. Are we on nickname basis now?

I'm gonna call him Barbie.

Ken and her Barbie.

I look at Jake and inwardly sigh. He would make a gorgeous Barbie character.

Corey gives a smirk before looking in my direction and gives me another apologetic smile.

The ice cream parlour door opens and four girls step in taking my attention with their loud chatter and pretty bright outfits. They look around my age.

"Oh shit." Toothy mumbles, her eyes on the girls as her shoulders sag slightly. That makes Jake and Corey turn their heads towards the girls.

I stare in confusion as the girls notice us and walk towards us making Toothy curse under her breath and Corey's smile disappears. Jake only has a blank look.

"Look who's here?" The girl at the front speaks with a kind of smugness in her eyes.

Do I like her? An immediate no.

They all are staring at Toothy with smug and nasty faces.

The front girl's eyes land on me, and her smile grows, before looking back at Toothy. "Are you inviting her to your rape party?"

Toothy gives a hard glare.

"You know that's offensive right?" Corey scoffs while Jake glares at them.

The girl winks at them.

Her eyes land on me again. "Your new right?"

I resist the urge to unleash my criminal moves on her smug face.

"Your boobs look fake," I say instead.

The girl narrows her eyes at me while Toothy smirks along with Corey. Jake gazes at me.

"You know there are consequences of hanging out with the rival right?" The girl turns towards Corey. "You can lose your Quarterback position if you hang out with the redhead." She picks at her nails, gazing at them. "Just saying to save you from future consequences."

"They would rather kick out the whole team than lose me." He leans back against his seat, looking up at her. "You should know that since you're always ogling at me from the sidelines."

"The redhead's name is Kennedy by the way," I say, beaming brightly at the girl who gives an unsure look at my smile. "I love warm hugs but I feel like yours will be the coldest."

She ignores me, moving her eyes from me and back to Toothy, a nasty smile on her face. "Don't let your disease spread to the redhead."

"Try me, Regina." I glare at the girl.

Some people don't deserve my smile.

She shoots a look in my direction. "My name's Cara."

Why would someone waste such a pretty name on someone with such a bad personality?

"Should have named you Pumba." I shrug. "Wait no. Pumba is really sweet and doesn't deserve to be placed on someone like you. How about Regina itself?"

Cara glares at me before rolling her eyes and walking away.

"She's scared of me," I smirk proudly.

Toothy looks at me Corey's expression breaks out into a smile while the corner of Jake's mouth twitches up.

I almost gasped. Did he almost smile?

I mentally sigh. He'd look so beautiful smiling. Instead, he has to glare at everyone. Not that I'm complaining, his glare looks attractive too.

Imagine how many more people I can scare and make them beg for my mercy when I finally take over the world.

"She sure is." Corey nods.

"I've fought Thor in a wrestling match," I say which is obviously a lie, but they didn't need to know that. I only dreamed about that. "No one can take me down with their fake goodies," I says.

I notice Toothy staring at me and offer her a smile. She blinks and hesitantly smiles back.

Is she scared of smiling at people?

Wait, is she scared of me too? I don't want to scare her. I just wanted to brag about my non-existent burly biceps.

"I didn't actually fight Thor," I mumble to her. "It was only a dream."

She gives a shrug, "I dream about fighting paparazzi all the time."

I perk up. "Really? What's it like?"

She blinks at me again, unsure, as if not expecting me to actually ask her further about the topic.

"You...really want to know?" She asks.

I give a nod. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

She opens her mouth, a small smile lifting her face as she looks around at Jake and Corey before looking back at me.

She sets into a story of how she wants to be a model one day and how she loves trying new trends and new fashion stuff. Toothy would fit perfectly for a model. She's so beautiful with her long brown hair and blue eyes.

I listen to her every word with interest and nod when I need to and also add my own comments. It feels nice talking to an actual real-life girl instead of my imaginary friends or Gary.

Soon after a while, Corey let out a huge groan. "Stop. Stop. Stop. Girls always have the power to leave the guys feeling left out."

"Shut up." Toothy brushes him off before continuing to talk to me.

Corey gives an offended frown.

I feel really good with Toothy talking to me even if meant to snap at her brother. Is Toothy my friend now? I'm getting giddy. I want to dance on top of this table.

Jake would look dazzling while dancing.

Almost instantly as that thought comes to my mind, I look over at Jake. He has his head on his hand, looking zoned out.

Right when I'm about to look away, his eyes flick to mine. I had to hold in my scream. Holy Moly why was that so scary?

I silently look back at Toothy.

❆Jake❆

I listen to every single fucking thing these girls talk about.

Why do girls talk so fucking much? I swear they have the ability to change topics within a second and not even feel as if they've talked enough.

Corey gives me a wide-eyed 'wow that's some tea' look when Toothy says something to Kennedy.

The main reason I'm even listening to their fucking conversation is to make sure that Kennedy doesn't ask about what that fucking bitch said to Toothy.

What was her name again? Regina?

Toothy gets really sensitive about that topic that the bitch keeps bringing up since she fucking got to know.

Watching Toothy slowly open up to Kennedy warms my fucking heart and it makes me kind of expand with proudness.

Toothy deserves friends who aren't assholes and Kennedy seems...good.

More than good actually.

Since she's stepped in the house, I have to keep a train on my thoughts to not suddenly ravage her. Especially when she opens her big mouth and I wanna shut it close with mine...

I suck in a breath, forcing myself to think about something else.

Dean says he's near to finding that son of a bitch who raped Toothy and fled.

I can't fucking wait until I get my hands on that motherfucker and make him fucking pay for what he's done.

That's one of the reasons for my many secret trips to the police station.

My eyes find Kennedy's face again and I can't stop my bitch of a heart from doing crazy fluttering shit.

She's so fucking oblivious to everything around her. It drives me fucking mad. I don't even know why.

Corey bumps his foot with mine and I look up at him. He gives me another one of the 'that's some good gossip' looks and I nod in agreement.

Kennedy starts speaking about her kindergarten bullies and how they kept pulling her hair or splashed water at her or sometimes stole her things and poked her with pencils.

My hand itches to hit them suddenly.

Hold up. Hit them?

They're kindergarten kids.

Toothy continues with the conversation and I'm glad they change the topic for the twelfth fucking time.

I swear I'm caught up with all the worldwide news listening to these girls.

During the ride home, it's all chatter once again and Corey gets a little annoyed and grumpy because he's not allowed to speak in between "girl's conversations" as per Toothy.

I smirk at him in response.

Once we reach home, I walk to my room leaving Toothy, Corey and Kennedy downstairs. I completely ignore the fact that Kennedy's fucking Yoda doesn't scare the shit out of me every time I step into the house.

My eyes gaze at the stack of medical books on my desk, and I sigh while shutting the door to my room.

I'm already pretty much caught up on everything going on in college, so I slide into my bed and close my eyes.

Around seven hours later, my eyes open and I groan, cursing. I wanted to sleep for only an hour. Rolling to the side of my bed, I check the time to see the numbers 1:37 am displayed on the clock.

Cursing once more, I slid off the bed and strut downstairs into the kitchen.

Silence fills the entire house with darkness enveloping every room. I walk into the kitchen and flick on a light, deciding to make a sandwich for myself.

My heart almost jumps out of my chest when two pairs of glassy black eyes stare at me from the kitchen counter.

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. Fuck Kennedy and her fucking toys with scary fucking eyes.

I knock the toy off the counter and out of sight and lay out my sandwich ingredients.

Not even a minute later, soft footsteps thud down the stairs and I mentally curse already knowing who it is.

Alex is at his night duty, which only leaves only one person.

"Oh mama." A deep breath leaves her lips as if she's climbed down a mountain. She places a hand on her chest, taking in steady breaths.

My jaw ticks at the way my eyes glaze over her dishevelled self and stops at her bare legs. She's barely wearing anything inappropriate in her sleep shorts and t-shirt, still, I can't control my eyes from taking her in.

Green eyes find mine and my body stiffens at that.

A shy smile graces her lips as she tucks her wild hair behind her ear. "I didn't know you were awake."

I snort. Sure she didn't. It's not like she doesn't spy out my room every single fucking time. And it's not like I can see her fucking shadow through the space below the door and floor.

Yeah, sure she didn't.

The first time I caught her spying, I saw something drop out of her pocket when she ran away. Her inhaler. I know what an inhaler is. I wouldn't have thrown it away if I knew she has asthma.

"What are you making?" She asks, playing with her fingers.

I want to touch those fingers.

"Sandwich," I reply.

"Sandwich's good." She nods. "Sandwich's nice, sandwich's great actually." She says.

I hold in a smile that threatens to fall on my lips.

I don't want her to come near me. I don't want her to get close to me.

But she's so small, so cute, so fucking—I need to stop.

I can't be with her. Even if I want to, I can't. I need to get my shit straight before trying to walk into another girl's life.

And right now, my shit is far from straight.

Kennedy makes her way into the kitchen, and I have to fist my hands when her hair brushes my arm making fucking tingles run down my spine. Why am I like this?

She inspects the sandwich ingredients as if they are the most interesting things in the world.

Just having her in the kitchen is making me feel as if I'm suddenly holding a delicate glass bottle. One step wrong and I might shatter that bottle.

She makes it so fucking hard for me when she gives that beautiful smile or opens her mouth and says something that makes my lips want to quirk up.

Fuck, I sound like I'm back in high school.

"So." she starts and my body tenses, preparing for what's gonna come out of her mouth this time.

Why is she even awake right now?

"Never mind I forgot." She shakes her head making me release a breath.

Why does she make me fucking nervous?

"Can I make the sandwich for you?" She smiles up at me. Fuck.

Wasn't she affected by my rudeness even the slightest?

I want her to stay away from me. Her brightness burns me. Burns me in a good way. I don't like it. 

Without saying a word, I only nod, averting my eyes from her.

"I just need something." She says and I look at her.

"A knife." She flashes a grin.

I furrow my eyebrows, not understanding her obsession with knives and guns. Maybe she's interested in Action?

"You don't need a knife to make a sandwich," I reply, raising an eyebrow.

"I need to cut the lettuce."

"You can just pluck them with your hands."

She scowls, "Fine, don't say anything if my germs get into your sandwich."

With that, she got working. I watch her quietly as she picks up the slices of bread and places them neatly on a plate. Her small hands work mesmerizingly, and I think of slapping myself.

I'm getting mesmerized by watching a girl make a fucking sandwich.

After she was done, she grins proudly, holding up the plate to me.

My fingers brush hers when I take the plate from her and I almost groan. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Why are you up?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

She gets shy and damn if that doesn't turn me on slightly.

"Once I wake up in the middle of the night it's hard going back to sleep." She plays with the hem of her t-shirt.

I can't help it. I want to touch her.

My hand raises to gently brush away the strands of hair falling on her face. Her cheeks turn pink at that.

Her green eyes lift up to mine and damn if those weren't some beautiful eyes.

"I have double fart syndrome." She blurts breaking the silence. "If I fart once I have to fart twice."

I observe her. I know she has asthma. Her lungs collapsed and she survived a fatal car accident. I think there's some problem with her nerve or brain cells too. Obviously, I'm not saying it in a bad way. I'm just saying it might be a possibility.

"I lied." She speaks again.

A smile threatens to break onto my face.

"I know," I reply.

"I don't have a fart syndrome."

"That doesn't even exist," I speak and she grins.

"You have a pretty voice." She says. Fuck.

I squeeze my eyes shut. Why does she have to fucking compliment me?

She's making this so hard.

I want to stay away from her. I don't really want to.

A small thud makes my eyes open as I see her rubbing the side of her head, glaring at the door of the open cabinet shelve.

I roll my eyes and take her hand in mine, forcing myself to calm my fucking heart at the feel of her soft skin before inspecting the side of her head. The skin's red but that's it.

"Why aren't you fucking careful?" I grumble.

"Why can't objects move when I'm passing by? Like do they have to hit me every single time?" she glares. "Never mind, don't answer that." She changes her mind, "Oh mama, are my legs getting tired or what?" She scoots herself up and on the counter, seating herself.

She's been standing for only seven minutes.

My eyes notice the ride of her shorts and I clench my jaw.

She's of course oblivious to the thoughts running in my mind right now as I stare at her face to keep my eyes away from her legs.

A slice of tomato shoves into my mouth. I blink in surprise.

"You looked hungry," Kennedy says obliviously, looking down.

I chew the tomato in my mouth while keeping my eyes on her.

That day on the couch, I so wanted to kiss the fuck out of her. She might have been the only person who wanted to start a conversation with me in the middle of the night instead of doing a billion other fucking things.

A yawn comes out of Kennedy's mouth, and I have to hold it in me to cover her mouth with my hand.

"I'm getting sleepy now," she says. "I'm going back to sleep."

But you just got here. My bitch of a mouth almost spews.

She jumps down the counter and I immediately shut the shelve door before she bangs her head on it again.

"Be fucking careful." I snap and she looks up at me with a kind of look that says, 'I'm hurt by your rudeness' and 'try me, bitch'.

Giving that same look, she climbs up the stairs leaving me all alone in the kitchen with her lingering scent. 

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Words: 3,000

Date of posting: 21st March