Kendall Jenner Imagines

The Less I Know The Better Pt. 2

“Paris?” Bella asks, not believing what she’s seeing and hoping that whatever she’s assuming isn’t true.

“Bells, hey, what are you guys doing here?” Paris asks as she lets the women into the house, closing the door behind them.

“We came to see Y/N. She’s been radio silent for a month and we were worried.” Kendall says, walking past Paris so she can find Y/N.

“Oh, well Y/N’s in the kitchen.” Paris says nervously before leading the rest of the women to the kitchen.

“Kenny? What are you guys doing here?” Y/N asks, looking confused as she looks at the visitors in her kitchen.

“We came to see if you’re alive asshole. You can’t just up and quit society.” Kylie says, going to hug Y/N. “Why not? People do it all the time.” Y/N teases, wrapping her arms around the shorter woman.

“Whatever.” Kylie says, playfully rolling her eyes, stepping away from Y/N so the others can also greet her, everyone except Kendall.

“What? I don’t get a hug from you?” Y/N asks when Kendall doesn’t greet her.

“No. I’m your fucking best friend and you don’t speak to me for a month and when I come to your house someone else opens the fucking door, wearing my favourite sweatshirt. So, no, you’re not getting a hug.” Kendall rants, her anger simmering below the surface as the tension in the room goes up.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna go change.” Paris stammers awkwardly before escaping to Y/N’s bedroom so she can change.

“That was uncalled for.” Y/N says sternly to Kendall.

“You ignoring me for a month was uncalled for, and what the fuck is Paris doing here?” Kendall replies.

“She’s my friend.” Y/N says, letting out a deep sigh. “I’m your best friend.” Kendall counters, getting more annoyed with the whole situation.

She didn’t know what exactly was irking her and something about how Y/N and Paris looked and the fact that Paris was wearing her favourite sweatshirt of Y/N’s made her blood boil.

“Ken, I think you need to relax.” Hailey says, trying to calm the model down. “Not until Y/N gives us answers.” Kendall says, narrowing her eyes at her best friend.

“What answers do you want Kendall?” Y/N asks, not wanting to upset the model.

“Why is she here?” Kendall asks calmly. “You want the truth?” Y/N asks. “Yes.” Kendall says.

“She’s here because we’re writing a song together and we had sex last night and a few other nights and some days and mornings too.” Y/N says truthfully, not looking up from her hands.

“You’re fucking her?!” Kendall all but screams. “Yes, I’m sleeping with her.” Y/N answers calmly, still not looking up. She couldn’t face Kendall, not with this information, not yet.

“You can’t be sleeping with her.” Kendall says sternly. “And why the hell not Kendall?” Y/N says, finally looking up and facing Kendall.

“Because she’s Paris.” Kendall says, unable to think of any other valid reason that she’s willing to confess to herself, let alone Y/N. “That’s the reason I am sleeping with her.” Y/N says, shaking her head in frustration at Kendall’s childish behaviour.

As Kendall is about to reply to Y/N, an awkward looking Paris walks into the kitchen. “I’m gonna go. I don’t wanna be late for my lunch with Prince.” she says to Y/N.

“Ok, I’ll see you later?” Y/N asks, her attention on the blonde singer while the others watch their exchange closely.

“Yeah, we’re meeting at the studio, remember?” Paris says, giggling when she sees Y/N’s face screw up in confusion. “You forgot, didn’t you?” Paris asks in a teasing manner. She figured that Y/N would forget; the singer could be forgetful sometimes. “Whatever.” Y/N says, playfully rolling her eyes and Paris hums, amused at Y/N’s childish behaviour.