♥Chapter 9: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴜʏꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ♥

✿Kennedy✿

I didn't even want to make that sandwich for Jake.

Who am I kidding? I'd make that sandwich for him over and over again no matter how much bread I'll be wasting. He probably won't even eat half of it.

I'm supposed to stay mad at him and stay alone.

But that all went merrily down the street. 

I straighten my hair for today, getting dressed in a white t-shirt and shorts.

I had texted Mr. Mark and he agreed to meet up in this café by 2 on a Saturday morning.

The only problem? I don't freaking know how to get there.

Now I could ask Alex but then he'd have to leave his job and come drive me. I don't want Alex getting fired or something.

Or I could ask Jake who's hiding in his room.

He loves his room a lot. He must do a lot of secret stuff by how his door is always shut.

Does he roam around naked in his room?

I want to roam around naked too. Not really.

Finally sucking it in, I march over to his room and knock thrice on the door.

Footsteps thud towards the door making my palms sweaty before the door swings open revealing Jake's huge form.

I go speechless for a second as my eyes take in his large form and lean muscles.

"Um." I play with my hair, trying not to stutter. "I need to go somewhere, and Alex isn't at home."

He waits for a while before raising a perfect eyebrow, "And?"

I almost break into a scowl. Do I have to explain everything?

"Will you drop me there?" I ask, watching his eyes roam down my small frame and the heated jealously sparks in his eyes once more as he gazes at my legs.

I expect him to walk back inside his room and slam the door back on my face but instead, he walks out of his room, giving a silent nod.

My smile widens, "Thank you."

He doesn't reply back and brushes past me and down the stairs.

I remind myself that he still hates my guts and finds me annoying and that I need to be alone for a little longer before trying to make friends. I need to feel alone and feel the pain of losing my parents for a little longer.

I follow Jake until we're out and in the car.

❆Jake❆

She fidgets the entire time.

Sometimes it's her hands, sometimes it's her leg, sometimes it's her lips.

I only got to know today she has ADHD.

I restrain myself from putting my hand on her thigh to calm her bouncing leg. Not that she looks like she needs to calm down.

From the corner of my eye, I watch her eyebrows furrow and knew damn well something was about to spew from that pretty mouth of hers.

"You're a med student, right?"

I give a nod.

"So you know what a brain tastes like?"

"The fuck is that question?" I furrow my eyebrows.

She shrugs. "Just trying to figure out what's so tasty about our brains to zombies."

She goes back to gazing out the window before turning towards me once again. She opens her mouth but changes her mind and closes it, turning away.

I find myself frowning at how I want to hear what she wanted to say.

I park the car and step out along with Kennedy.

She blinks at me. "You're coming with me?"

I walk ahead as an answer, and she falls in step beside me.

I don't know why I want to go with her, but something makes me wanna keep her in my fucking sight at all times. Especially if she's gonna be with fucking Mark.

We enter the café and my eyes zero on Mark on a table for two, sitting alone while sipping a coffee.

Last time I checked, he's a grumpy old fucking asshole who hates teaching and loathes his job. Why the fuck is he suddenly having an interest in tutoring Kennedy?

This was the reason I wanted to come with her; to keep a fucking eye on him.

We walk over to him and Kennedy smiles. "Hey, Mr. Mark."

He looks up and I notice the sudden gleam in his eyes as he rakes Kennedy. This motherfucker.

His smile falters a bit when he notices me standing behind her.

"Jake's here too?" He tries not to glare.

She nods, "Yeah, maybe he's weak in English too." She says and turns towards me. "That's why you wanted to come? You need tutoring from Mr. Mark too?"

I shoot her a glare which makes her slightly glare back and look away, grumbling something under her breath.

I pull up a chair and sit directly beside her so I can keep my eye on Mark who's sitting across me.

Mark clears his throat and starts taking out papers from his folder, giving them to Kennedy and asking her to answer those first.

The first five minutes goes by Kennedy flawlessly answering the questions. She's doing great. Why the fuck does she need tutoring then?

Mark keeps glancing at me with distaste in his eyes and I hold myself back from giving him the finger.

My phone starts ringing and I shift a bit to get the phone out of my back pocket. My arm brushes Kennedy's and I grit my teeth to stop from shivering.

I pull out the phone and see the name 'Dean' on the caller ID.

My body tenses a bit before I stand and leave the café to answer the phone somewhere private.

"Hello," I say.

"Jake," Dean greets in his throaty old voice, "I've got news."

"It better be good." My fist clenches.

"Oh, it is." Papers rustle from the other side of the phone. "We've found a possible location."

My hands tighten on the phone, "Where?"

"Delaware." Dean answers.

Fucker ran off to Delaware?

"When are you searching there?" I ask, trying to force calmness in my voice.

"I and my guys are going to fly there tomorrow. We've already spoken to the PD there and they've already started a search."

My hands flex with my facial features tightening. Soon. Very soon. That fucking rapist will be in my hands. 

"Good," I say and cut the call.

Forcing in a deep breath, I try calming myself down by running my hand numerous times through my hair.

Pocketing my phone, I walk back towards Kennedy to see her sitting all alone with two steaming cups of coffee beside the stack of papers she was answering.

"Where's the bugger?" I ask as I sit beside her.

Her eyes flit to mine, confused, "Who?"

"Mark."

"Oh," she says. "He went to the washroom."

She looks back at her paper and continues working while I sit there, gazing at her working hands.

Her eyes flick to me before she clears her throat and pushes one of the steaming cups towards me.

"That's for you." She says, shyly playing with her hair.

"What's this?" I ask, looking at the cup.

"Spanish latte," she answers.

"I don't drink this shit."

She looks as if I've slapped her.

"Why not?" she asks.

I shrug. I've never been the one to bother with tasting or drinking a variety of foods and drinks.

"But it's so good." She says, picking up my cup and taking a long sniff of it, giving a dreamy look. "Oh mama, you have no idea what you're missing." She places the cup in front of me.

I look at her then back at the cup.

Taking in a sigh, I pick up the cup and take a small sip.

I swallow and try my best not to close my eyes while the smooth tasty liquid goes down my throat. Kennedy senses it anyway.

She grins, "You like it, don't you?"

I take another sip, looking away from her eyes, "It's good." I say simply.

She takes a sip from her cup too.

"Aren't you not supposed to drink coffee?" I ask.

It's not like I'm gonna stop her from whatever she wants to drink. But caffeine might be bad for her current health. Also, she has already too much energy pent up in her. I can only imagine what caffeine would do to her.

"It's chocolate." She replies.

I give an 'oh' look before going back to gazing somewhere else.

A group of family members with two kids and parents pass by us and I don't miss the way Kennedy's eyes lit up as she watches them. A sad look washes over her face before she silently slumps in her chair, drinking her hot chocolate.

I know her parents died a year ago and that she was in the hospital unconscious for three months.

I remember the way I used to cope when my mom died.

As soon as the memories hit, I push them away looking around for something to distract myself with.

I guess Mark's disgusting face is good distraction cos all the memories faded away as his face comes sauntering towards the table. 

"How much have you completed, Ken?" He asks as he sits, and I clench my fist under the table at the way he calls her Ken.

"Almost," Kennedy replies, her leg bouncing.

Without another thought, my hand comes on her thigh, feeling her soft skin where my fingers brush below the hem of her shorts.

A squeak leaves her lips with the pen almost slipping from her fingers. Her face turns red, and she glances at me from the corner of her eye.

I pretend I'm not looking at her and instead turn to glare at Mark who was eyeing something else. 

She goes back to doing her work after a moment of speechlessness.

Soon she hands in those papers and Mark tells her that he'll check those and pinpoint what exactly she needs help with.

In the car, she fidgets again but doesn't open her mouth like I want her to. I know she's bubbling inside to say something but keeps quiet.

It's getting me frustrated as fuck.

Why isn't she talking like she used to?

Why am I getting all bothered by it?

Sure I told her multiple times to shut the fuck up, but I didn't really mean it.

Okay, I meant it a little bit.

Is this why she's quiet? Is she quiet because she didn't want me snapping at her?

Fuck, I should apologize.

I'm not very good with that though.

I even called her an attention seeker when I knew she wasn't anything like that. I just wanted to keep her away until I know how to take care of women and get good with that sort of stuff.

But she makes it impossible to keep my fucking hands to myself when she smiles, talks or even appears in the same fucking room as me.

At night I lay awake in my bed thinking of Kennedy in the room next door. I hate making girls feel bad but this one's just bothering me more than I fucking thought it would.

Finally getting annoyed with my train of thoughts, I get off the bed and walk out of my room. I stand out Kennedy's door.

Now what?

Should I knock?

Check if she's sleeping?

Go back to bed and fucking slap myself?

I think of going back and trying to sleep. I'm not good with this apology shit anyway. I mean what am I even supposed to say if I did knock on her door?

I turn around to walk away but a sound from the other side of the door halts me in my place.

I turn back around and strain my ears to make sure I was hearing correctly or not.

Is she...?

Shit, is she crying?

Without another thought, I knock on her door.

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Date of posting: 21st March