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 43: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇꜱʜᴇʜᴀᴛᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴄᴀʀɴɪᴠᴀʟ♥
✿Kennedy✿
Corey dials a number, muttering 'pick up, pick up, pick up' under his breath over and over again.
"Toothy!" He exclaims into his phone.
He scratches the back of his neck nervously while trying to keep his expression cool, "I need your help." He states. "I swear on my gorgeous hair it's nothing related to the toilet this time."
"Okay so, uh, remember how you told me not to make the weed cookies? And how you told me that even if I did make them, I should label them and make sure people know it's weed before eating?" Corey asks.
"Yeah um funny thing." He says. "I made the weed cookies and what's even funnier is that I forgot to label them. And the funniest part that you are dying to ask?"
He gulps. "Jake and Kennedy ate all of those."
A loud voice screeches from the other side of the phone. Corey had to hold the phone away from his ear, wincing.
"I know! I know!" He exclaims bringing the phone back to his ear, "What should I do now? Jake's gonna kill me!"
Corey paces around the room and pauses to glance at Jake and me.
"I've tied them up for now."
"You did what?!" Toothy's exclaim could be heard from this far.
Corey winces again before replying, "What else was I supposed to do? They're both high and out of their minds! Both were acting crazy!"
I can imagine Toothy face-palming on the other side of the phone.
"Please tell me what to do." Corey pleads.
"Fine, I'm coming." He hurries to hang up, putting his phone in his pocket.
He starts to walk towards the door and pauses, looking back at Jake and me, tied to the chairs with jumping ropes.
Jake and I narrow our eyes at him in a glare.
"You both stay here and don't try to get out, okay?" Corey asks, gulping nervously, before slipping out of the room and locking us in.
The party still goes on downstairs with faint music reaching up.
Jake and I look at each other.
We're locked in together in the same room.
A smirk comes on our faces.
I burst into giggles, "He's horrible at tying ropes."
Jake grins, wriggling his wrists out the ropes easily, "So fucking stupid."
