Kennedy Duncan

She grinned when he flipped their position, the only time Adella would ever let anyone have the control. “Then you’re lucky I made time for you,” She teased, smirking up at him and threading her fingers through his curls, pulling him closer. Their relationship had never been as easy going and fun as this was, just hooking up suited them both so much better. They’d tried, to disastrous results, and just agreed that the sex part still worked, they just did not work as a couple in any way. She got too annoyed with his personality, while he found her type-A tendencies to be grating. But when they were just screwing around, it worked, as evidenced by her flushed skin and mussed hair after they were done with round two. Laying beside him and tugging the sheets up over her naked form, Adella propped her head up on her palm and looked over at him, chuckling under her breath. “I fucked up your hair,” She noted proudly.

adella couldn’t exactly be mad at the situation- she couldn’t imagine how hard it must be to have a kid and not get to be around her all the time. but selfishly, adella had only knocked on kennedy’s door because she was horny, and if sex wasn’t happening, she didn’t see why she had to sit around waiting for him to finish talking- not to mention, she just sort of awkwardly sat at the end of his bed. two year olds were observant, and no one wanted to answer the question of ‘why is there a girl in daddy’s bed’. “oh, it’s fine, you’re welcome from refraining from making any daddy jokes,” she smirked, hitting him with a pillow before sitting up and tying her hair up into a ponytail, weighing the options given to her. “continue, then order food, then continue some more?” adella suggested with a wiggle of dark eyebrows, straddling his hips and tossing his phone towards the bottom of the bed before kissing him firmly.

It wasn’t the first, second, or even third time his ex had interrupted them ( not intentionally of course) to facetime with bella while we was away at school, and not that he didn’t appreciate it. But she just always seemed to have the worst timing, especially when it came to trying to spend quality time with adella.  .”Sorry-” Kennedy huffed and leaned onto the bed , rolling on his back beside the girl. His phone was pulled out into his hand still, “ do you wanna continue or --- food?” he questioned raising an eye brow.

She picked up a french fry form his tray boldly, popping it in between lips that she had smeared with red lipstick earlier. Sadie was surprised by his hand on her knee, her breath hitching as she gave him another smirk. “I’m definitely not your cavewoman. I think I’d have to leave my dignity at your bedroom door for that,” she told him, fingers covered in chipped nail polish ruffling his hair as she did so. She was fond of teasing him like this, poking and prodding as he did to her, almost wearing away at the facade she kept of being repulsed by him. She patted his hand, leaning in and kissing his cheek lightly just to leave her lipstick there. “Hm. Doesn’t look so bad on you. Wonder where else my lipstick would look good,” she teased, eyes wandering to look him over.

“You never even apologized for it! Do you have any idea how hurtful that was?” Kaylee demanded indignantly, gritting her teeth as she stared up at him, rolling his eyes and clearly not caring anymore than he had when it all had happened. He’d never realize the trust issues he’d left her with, or how she second guessed everyone who paid her a bit of attention because of him. What must it be like, to go through life not thinking about anyone but himself? She had no idea, because she cared, far too deeply than was good for her, and he didn’t care enough. They had been a terrible match, that was for sure, but it didn’t make the breakup hurt any less. “Please jump in front of a bus,” She growled when he told her that he wasn’t going anywhere, his presence annoying and painful- even more so than the searing pain in her ankle. When she fell, she simply sat there, tears of frustration slipping down her cheeks as she fought the urge to stomp her feet childishly, brown eyes glancing up when he scooped her up in his arms again. “You don’t get it, being around you hurts more than my ankle. You fucked me over, and the worst part is, you don’t care at all,” Her voice cracked as she felt her lower lip wobble, avoiding his gaze as he began carrying her again, in too much pain to stubbornly try and walk anymore.

No doubt all the cheerleaders were murmuring about Kennedy and Kaylee, although the idea that anything could ever happen between them was laughable. Ken had been her first real heartbreak, him dumping her had caught her by surprise and sent her reeling for weeks. She’d been excited for the summer because that meant three months without seeing him, and truthfully, she’d hoped he’d get expelled from school or enroll somewhere else, but she wasn’t that lucky. "Go to hell, Kennedy, you dumped me because I wouldn’t fuck you, you’re such a pig,” She snapped, his callous attitude towards the entire ordeal the most frustrating thing of all. “I’d rather limp my way there than spend ten more seconds around you,” Kaylee retorted honestly, squeaking slightly from the pain when he set her on her feet like she wanted. Gritting her teeth, the tiny brunette took small, shuffling steps, babying her sore ankle as her face scrunched in pain, determined not to need Kennedy’s assistance any further. She made it a few feet away before her ankle buckled and she crumpled on the floor with a muffled noise of protest, her dark eyes stinging with tears of frustration.

“Wow. That sounds so interesting.”

‘I mean, yeah if you find math interesting...” kennedy mumbled looking to his assigned partner. “Come on, we just need to get this done.

“I get stuff that’s cooked,” she defended, grabbing her chopsticks and beginning to eat. “They just opened an In n’ Out down the block, go there.”

Finley: Nah I got it from Kinse last night Finley: I was taking my brother to camp Finley: sure thing my brother

a squeal echoed throughout the auditorium as lucy found herself being swept off her feet, right over kennedy’s shoulder. she smacked him lightly, but gave up pretty quick – she knew the routine by now. there was no point in fighting it, it was happening and that was that. “ fuck off, ken! ” she yelled, feet kicking, cheer skirt riding up. “ you know, for someone who hates the paps you sure are giving them something to look at. ” she mumbled, words not even slurred – she had perfected the art of functioning while drunk. when he put her down, she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted at the boy, attempting to get out of it. but, alas, she knew there was no way out other than this, and found herself stepping into the shower, arms still crossed tightly over her chest as she glared at him. “ is this really necessary? ” she asked, one last attempt at getting out of this dry.

“Fuck off , Ken!” He mocked before smacking her ass playfully as she kicked her feet. “You’re the one giving the paps a show by kicking your feet and yelling.”The boy would be lying if he didn’t say he missed the girl over summer. He missed her little crazy drunken moods. He missed everything about her. Kennedy’s lips formed into a smile as he set her down, “What? No hey ken? Good to see you finally? I missed you while you were gone over summer. Why are you late to school? Missed you?  None of that? Shit. I feel loved,” he dragged on complaining as he walked towards the shower drawing the curtain back and looking at her. “I just want to know when you’re going to realize you’re better than all these drunken adventures you go on and in the long run if you don’t stop you’ll end up like Amelia in a rehab facility instead of returning this year before of alcohol poisoning. You want that? Hm?” His head tilted as his arms crossed giving the girl a glare. “In.”

No one was surprised when Kaylee fell wrong and let out a cry of pain at the way her ankle crumpled beneath her weight, a few girls didn’t even look her way, so used to the many injuries Kaylee aquired constantly that it didn’t even phase them. She was just going to ask if someone could help her limp her way to the nurse’s office when a familiar member of the football team nudged his way through the circle of cheerleaders and she had to groan, her jaw flexing when he lifted her up into his arms like it was nothing. “Because it worked out so well for me last time?” She shot back, her dark eyes stormy and avoiding his gaze at all costs. God, she hated seeing him around school, during football games, at parties. It all just reminded her of how she’d gotten her tender heart broken by him, which hadn’t seemed to bother him one bit. She was naive, and had foolishly placed her trust in Kennedy, something he’d taken advantage of for far too long. “Put me down, I’d rather swallow glass than have you touch me,” The petite brunette wiggled, her stomach aching in a rather unpleasant manner feeling his hands on her, while her ankle still sent shooting pains up her leg.

The male turned to looked at the other, his face scrunched up slightly as he looked up at him, a small smile forming on his face as he heard the words. “I mean, unless you have a new engine for this heap of junk, not really man.” He sighed as he stood up dusting off his jeans. “Thanks for that though I mean, with those idiots, you’d think they’d never seen anyone try and fix something before. I bet the second their cars break mommy and daddy just buy them a damn new one.” 

“This is why I’m the smart one,” Catalina smirked at him, opening her lunch. “I got sushi from the good place downtown–I can never remember the name for the life of me.” She chuckled. “No, Ken, I never have.”

“Ugh Sushi is so weird- It’s like under noncooked fish? Who wants to eat that?” Kennedy made a sickened face before looking back down to his lunch lady food. “Maybe i’ll just go to like five guys after practice or something.”

“God damn heap of junk.” Henry grumbled as he climbed out from under the hood of his jeep, giving the front wheel a rather large kick with his boot before he moved to sit on the floor. His car was hold and just about held together by the string of his teeth. There were kids here driving brand new cars that were worth more than his parents would earn in a year and he couldn’t afford the type of things that they did. Hearing a noise besides him the male turned to look at them with a scowl on his face. “What…I don’t have the same money as everyone else here alright? Laugh all you want but I’ll make it work eventually so you can stop with the judgey looks.” 

Rather than sitting in the seat across from him, Sadie sat on top of the table, curly brown locks falling over her shoulders as blue eyes looked at him expressionless. “Wow. Caveman speak,” she said in a monotone voice, shoulder of her shirt falling of as she talked. “Just curious, do people find your brand of comedy like, knee slapping funny? Because I just don’t see it. It’s just not realistic,” she tutted, teasing him as she tried not to smile at her own joke. “Cafeteria ladies fucking. Your mind is a fascinating thing, Kennedy. Pornhub should contact you for content ideas.” 

Cat looked up when she heard Kennedy call for her and made her way over, sitting down and listening to him. “I normally order food, to be honest. I hate the lunch food here,” she shrugged, looking at the sad food. “Did you just–oh my god, Kennedy. Stop it.”

Kennedy threw his head back releasing a loud groan, “Why have i never thought about ordering food? I totally could’ve been doing that all these years,” he looked down at his food as he messed with it with a fork. “Did you order any today?” he asked hopefully with a small laugh, “come on, don’t act like you’ve never wondered.”