He never thought he'd get this interested in a girl who just moved into his house.
Kennedy Kinsey, a bubbly and talkative girl, moves to New York to live with her dad's best friend after her parent's death.
She never thought she would be this attrac...
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♥Chapter 6: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ♥
✿Kennedy✿
I dress into a floral cream spring dress that comes above my knees and clings to my waist.
I really like this dress despite the fact that it shows too much skin on the arms and shoulders with the shoulder straps being super thin. I pair it with my sandals.
After getting ready, I call Alex's name and he comes into my room within seconds.
Since I hurt my knee, Alex's been carrying me around the house.
Do I feel bad for that?
Heck no.
You see his muscles? Someone's gotta take advantage of that.
Jake walks down the stairs while I and Alex have breakfast.
Alex's body tenses a bit as Jake walks by without greeting us or even giving us a glance.
As soon as Jake's out the front door, Alex lets himself relax.
I sense family drama.
"Is everything alright?" I ask Alex.
"Huh?" He looks at me before coming out of whatever thoughts he was in before giving me a smile. "Uh yeah, everything's fine."
I want to say that I'm a super criminal and I know when people lie, but I let it slide.
Alex drops me off at school and tells me to be careful with my knee.
I can walk of course. Some people might call it 'limping' though.
Anyways, I limp towards the school not before looking at the school across mine to see if I could catch a glimpse of Corey or Toothy.
They don't go to the school I go to. They go to the school across mine. They were at my school only to meet up with my school's football team to discuss when to hold the next match.
A disappointing feeling settles in my chest when I don't see them before I turn back around and move inside my school.
My knee hurts like a motherlover with each step I take but I keep going knowing I can't fall to the ground and cry like a baby about it.
I can actually.
On my way to class, my foot catches onto something and I almost go tumbling down to the ground if it hadn't been for a hand that catches my arm, pulling me up straight.
I look up to see a man with light stubble and crinkly brown eyes. He looks around thirty.
