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 18: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʜᴏʀʀɪʙʟᴇ♥
✿Kennedy✿
"You found the correct direction to the mall yet?" I ask when Toothy walks back.
Jake shoots me a flat look, walking behind Toothy.
"I don't know." Toothy answers. "My GPS seems to be broken."
"We're going to be lost forever, aren't we?" I question with a sad look.
Corey who's sitting beside me, chuckles. His arms around my shoulders.
A guy from the group catches our attention when he speaks in a loud excited tone.
"Cheers for this night where our legendary football team reunites." He holds up a hotdog instead of a drink.
Other guys hold up their hotdogs too.
The drinks are quite preoccupied staining the ground right now so the hotdogs have to do.
A hotdog passes to Corey, Jake, Toothy and me.
We raise our hotdogs in the air and take a bite all at once.
After a while, the guys pass around a pack of cigarettes.
I almost take one, but Jake shoots his hand out and grabs my wrist, placing it back on my lap.
I look at him and he gives me an 'are you serious' look.
"I wasn't actually going to smoke," I say, "I just wanted to touch it. I never held a cigarette before. What does it feel like?"
"Like a cigarette." He snorts.
I fake a surprised look, "Wait, really?"
He gives me a blank look.
I glare, "You were supposed to play along and nod your head looking overly enthusiastic."
The guys pass around a lighter next, lighting up their cigarettes.
Toothy and Corey don't take one. Neither does Jake. Such good children.
I know I would have definitely smoked twenty times a day if I didn't have asthma.
Hold up.
Asthma.
Cigarettes.
Smoke.
I quickly jump up, holding a hand to my mouth as the guys let puffs of smoke out of their mouths.
I should have asked them to smoke after I walk a good distance away.
It's not like I can ask them to put all the smoke back in their mouths now, can I?
Jake's head snaps towards me. He notices and without another word, stands and takes my wrist, pulling me away.
"This was one of the reasons I didn't want you to come here." He grumbles as he pulls me far away until we slowed to a normal walk on the field. "They have cigarettes, alcohol-"
