To Hell and Back - Kenny x Reader

It's Official

I decided to ditch the usual carpool for Monday morning and pick Kenny up, so that we could get to school together and confirm the rumors that I knew would be swirling around the school hallways. I knew all eyes would be on us, so I picked out a pretty outfit the night before and set aside extra time in the morning to do my hair and makeup just right. Kenny, on the other hand, not so much.

He told me he was going to Stan's to watch the Broncos game that Sunday night, and I woke up to my phone buzzing at 11pm with a string of drunk texts.

K: ur sop pr4tety

K: pre6y

K: lprrety

K: fucj

K: i wanns kiss u

K: cn i comover

Me: put the phone down kenneth

Me: im picking u up at 8am u better be ready

K: thts so fa4r away i wnat u niw

Me: go 2 the bathroom

Me: 1 attachment

I decided to placate him with a photo of myself in bed, pulling my shirt up by my teeth. Janice kept the house at 63 degrees at night, and my bare nipples reacted immediately to the cold. I snapped the picture, sent it to Kenny, and curled back up under the warm covers. I didn't get a reply, and it made me blush to imagine what he was doing with my photo. 5 minutes later, my phone went off again.

K: u hv no idae what thjat jusst did ot m e

Me: send 1 back

Me: jk lol

K: 1 attachment

I didn't expect him to actually do it, and clasped my hand over my mouth when I saw the notification that he sent me a photo. I immediately opened it.

Kenny sent a mirror selfie from Stan's bathroom, pants still unzipped, and copying me by pulling his shirt up with his teeth. His naked torso was covered in scars, and I couldn't take my eyes off his happy trail.

Me: new lockscreen thx

K: NOOO

Me: gn ken

Me: be good <3

I rolled over in bed and fell asleep staring at his photo, imagining what could've happened at the cult house if things went differently.

In the morning, I wished death upon my alarm clock. I set it early intentionally, but that didn't make getting up any easier.

I begrudgingly rolled out of bed and began my morning routine, hogging the bathroom as much as I could to blow dry my hair before Clyde woke up. I danced back to my room, enjoying the warmth of my hair in the chilly hallway, and started on my makeup. I obsessively curled my eyelashes and applied mascara, ensuring that not a lash was out of place. It was one thing to look pretty for me every day, another thing to look pretty to get the attention of a boy I liked, and an entirely new and imposing third thing to look pretty for the boy I was dating. I was now Kenny's, and I felt an obligation to do him proud and make all the other guys envious.

Clyde knocked on my door as I applied my lip gloss. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah!"

Clyde awkwardly stepped through my door and shut it behind him. "Hey, uh, I heard from Bebe that Wendy told her that Stan said you and Kenny are boyfriend and girlfriend now."