Kenny x reader

°~•The best test day.

(Not my art found it on Pinterest)

Y/N walked into the school building with a heavy sigh, the weight of her backpack seeming to mirror the weight of her thoughts. Today was test day-an event she dreaded more than anything else in her academic life. It wasn't just about whether she knew the material. It was the monotony of it all, the hours spent staring at questions, the silent ticking of the clock, and the oppressive feeling of the classroom.

She pulled out her notes and flipped through them one last time. The formulas and historical dates blurred together, and she felt a pang of doubt. "Fuck, did I study enough?"

Her first class of the day was English, and though she usually loved literature, today's discussion about symbolism in poetry couldn't hold her attention. As Y/N sat through her English class, her pen hovered idly over her notebook, but her mind was elsewhere. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the teacher's lecture about the rules of the test, her thoughts kept drifting back to the night before.

Kenny.

Her cheeks flushed at the memory, and she quickly glanced around, hoping no one noticed her sudden distraction. It was hard not to think about it-the way he'd leaned in close, his voice low and teasing, making her heart race. And then...well, everything else. She could still feel the lingering warmth of his touch, the way his hands had held her steady, the rush of sensation that left her breathless.

Her stomach flipped at the thought. It wasn't just what happened-it was how it made her feel, how it lingered in her mind like a song she couldn't stop humming. It was distracting, to say the least, especially when she was supposed to be focusing on something as important - like a test.

"Pull it together, Y/N," she told herself, shaking her head slightly and forcing her eyes back to the teacher. But even as she tried to pay attention, her mind betrayed her, replaying the scene in vivid detail, and she bit her lip to suppress a grin.

"Alright, you have 50 minutes. Begin," the teacher announced.

Y/n sighed and opened her test book.

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Somehow, Y/N managed to make it through the test. When the teacher called time, she set her pencil down with a shaky hand, unsure whether she felt relief or despair. She wasn't confident about her answers, but at least it was over. As she walked out of the classroom, she tried to shake off the lingering tension.

The rest of the day passed in a haze of boredom. Even lunch, usually a reprieve, felt dull. She picked at her sandwich while listening to the sounds of students complaining. Y/n was keeping a look out for one specific student, but she couldn't find him anywhere. In fact, she couldn't find anyone she knew.

By the time the final bell rang, Y/N felt completely drained. She shuffled out of the building, her head down, her thoughts consumed by the mediocrity of the day. That's when she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

"Y/n, wait up!"

She turned to see Wendy, jogging toward her with a bright smile.

"You look like you just survived a war," Wendy teased, slinging an arm around Y/N's shoulders.

"It felt like one," Y/N admitted with a weak laugh. "That math test was brutal, and the rest of the day wasn't much better."

"Sounds like you need a pick-me-up," Wendy said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "How about we go out for dinner? My treat."

Y/N hesitated for a moment. She was tired and just wanted to crawl into bed, but the thought of spending time with Wendy was tempting.

"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin your evening with my grumpiness."