Last Night | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner {COMPLETED}

S i x t y - T h r e e

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Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you
I can't live a lie, running from my life
I will always want you

Wrecking Ball - Miley Cyrus

Kendall Jenner's mind

(12:09 PM Wednesday)

"Dua, thanks again for this," I said as I entered the kitchen. Dua turned to look at me, a smile on her lips, "No worries, Kendall, I'm always so happy to help you — with everything, even pregnancy hormonal cravings," she added, making me laugh weakly.

"You're the best. Can I help you with anything—?" I offered, trying to grab for the plates that were supposedly supposed to be on the table. Dua took them out of my hands, "No, no, no, no, no," she said, making me pout slightly. "You sit down, I'm doing the serving."

I huffed and sat down, "Dua, just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't do anything to help. I want to help!" I insisted, making Dua smile, tilting her head.

"No, that won't be necessary. Nick won't be too happy if he heard that I let you do these things while you're pregnant," she added, making me choke on my own saliva. I held my hand up at her.

"OK, we still haven't had that talk yet, I see. How do you know about Nick?" I asked in an accusing tone. "I haven't even told you — and Gigi said she hasn't told anybody yet, so how did you know?"

Dua gave me an obvious look, "Really, Kendall? I've been watching you — I heard that you had a boyfriend, of course, and watching the show — I knew that it was Nick. Seeing that you've come to me about the pregnancy this morning, I figured that it had to be Nick's child."

She ended pretty impressively, so I nodded, clapping for her as well, "Wow, that's a lot of puzzles to put together — anyways, we're done. I hate him. He's the most arrogant person ever. Cruel. Cold-blooded."

I knew he wasn't any of that, but still, I wanted Dua on my side — not Nick's.

Dua sat down in front of me, "Honestly — I don't think he can be that bad. Cruel? Really, Ken? And I don't know about 'cold-blooded' I thought he was very nice when I met him at the Paris State Fair last year."

I leaned across the table, "You mean the 2017 one!?"

Dua nodded, enthusiastically, "Yep. He was so nice — I sat next to him that evening. Even offered me some champagne," she said. "I don't see how he could be so cruel and 'cold-blooded'," she said, marking air quotes as she said it.

I rolled my eyes, "That was when he was trying to be nice to you. I didn't say he was mean to everyone — I just don't like him anymore, OK, Dua? He's..."

He wasn't anything. It was all you. You were cruel. Cold-blooded in your own words.

"You know what, I think you two should talk," Dua said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Figure things out a little bit — why was he even cruel to you at all? What did he do?"

I sighed and rubbed my temple. "You really wanna know?"

"Yeah, I really wanna know. I don't want to believe that the guy I met once at a State fair, who offered me his chair when everywhere else was full— I don't wanna believe that, that guy, was 'cold-blooded' in your words."