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 19: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇꜱʜᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱʜɪᴍᴡᴀɪᴛ♥
✿Kennedy✿
I chew on the back of my pencil.
The pencil doesn't have an eraser on the back so I'm glad about that.
The math problems lay in front of me and I almost question if I'm studying the right topics or not. These questions look like for ones who are expert mathematicians or something.
And obviously, I'm not an expert mathematician. I'm a criminal.
I look at the kitchen clock and sigh. My gaze flickers to the blue baby bird sticker on the shelf door and a smile makes itself on my face. I stare at it making all kinds of scenarios in my head before realizing I'm getting distracted.
I turn my attention back to the book in front of me with a scowl.
Why won't I just do this?!
A little while after, footsteps thud down the stairs and my ears perk up knowing exactly who's walking down the stairs.
Nope. Don't look at him. Focus.
His footsteps get louder and I find myself lifting my eyes to look.
He comes into view and my eyes do a double-take of his large and tall frame before scowling at myself for getting distracted again.
I look away from him and bring my face close to the book so that my eyes see nothing around me.
I feel Jake walk into the kitchen. A heavy silence falls in the kitchen, and I frown in confusion.
Why is it so silent?
I look up and gasp as Jake hovers over me, watching me.
He has his eyebrows furrowed as he gazes at me.
I open my mouth to speak then realize if I open my mouth I'll never shut it back soon enough and that'll waste more of my time. So I close my mouth and look back at my book.
A few moments pass and Jake is still standing beside me. I can feel his eyes staring at my face and I nervously bite my bottom lip.
Don't look at him or else you'll get distracted.
Don't look at him or else you'll get distracted.
Don't look at him or else you'll get distrac—
"Are you mad at me?" His tone sounds confused.
My eyes shoot up towards him.
"Huh?" I ask.
"Are you mad at me?" He asks again.
He wears a white t-shirt today instead of his normal hoodies and black sweatpants. I mentally swoon in my head.
