his weakness

twenty two

N O L A N

It's the way I feel uneasy around Kenzie. It's the way I felt when I saw her crying. It's the way I actually held her and let her cry in my arms. In my entire existence, I have never let a girl cry on me the way I let her. It was almost my first instinct after seeing her upset. To let her let it all out.. on me.

I've killed many people in my life, and that's just how it works when you're involved with illegal drugs and gangs. You come to a point when you hurt and kill. But when it comes to Kenzie, I can't even imagine myself trying to hurt her. If any girl had talked to me the way she has, I would have done something to them right away on the spot but with her, I let her talk to me however she wants and I don't even try to do anything about it.

She's also the only one all the boys actually like. They don't find her annoying like they always do with every single girl I bring home. Kenzie is an easy person to dislike but she does have good qualities about her like not begging it to me and or being clingy.

I wanted her to hurt Kaiden so it'd bring me satisfaction but she wasn't able to. I thought she would but I was wrong. She shows herself as someone who could easily hurt someone but she's not like that. I respect and like that about her.

Someone else I would love to see her hurt is Alyssa.

The last time I laid my eyes on her was when I kissed Kenzie. Shes's not going to leave Kenzie alone because Alyssa is crazy about me, and I mean it in the least cockiest way ever.

Waiting patiently behind the toilet that Kenzie locked herself into, I realise that this is unnecessary. I've been way too nice to her and that's not my usual self. I know she's had a hard day but why the fuck do I care?

I start to back up, ready to walk off even though I've already knocked. But I find my movements way too late as the door unlocks itself, opening.

Her body and face come into my view, revealing her flushed face from all the crying she's endured the past 24 hours. Her face looks a lot redder under this lighting. Unable to control myself, I glance her up and down, taking in her new attire. The hoodie is no longer covering her body as a black cami top reveals her collar bones, her red bra straps are also revealed.

Her deep brown hair ravels down her shoulders, the blonde highlights in her hair hanging from the sides as she eyes me curiously.

"Done staring?" I definitely got carried away staring at her.

I quickly clear my throat and tell her, "If you wanna stay the night then do so."

"I have a question for you." She asks and I roll my eyes, aware that it'll be something stupid.

"What?" I blatantly reply, ready to go back to my normal self. The nicer I am to her, the more comfortable she'll get it and I can't let that happen.

"I wanna smoke a joint." I furrow my eyebrows, confused because I didn't expect her to be a smoker.

"You smoke?" I ask, genuinely wanting to know.

"No. But I think it's just a perfect opportunity to try it out right now. I mean I'm talking to a drug dealer, no?" She smiles as I keep a straight face. She must be insane if she thinks I'm going to let her smoke.

"You should go to bed." I know something happened back home with her and her family but letting her smoke seems wrong. I've done enough to fuck shit up for her, I'm not about to make her a druggy.

"For fuck sake, Nolan. Stop trying to always have a say in everything I do." She suddenly bursts and I clench my jaw because I'm not in the mood to argue with her.